frightfiction Chapter 521 Taming Your Spiritual Roots
Chapter 521 Taming Your Spiritual Roots
"I'll agree! Now you should leave!"
Under the wrath of the sect leader, Jiang Jingchun reluctantly compromised and agreed to let Xue Lan attend class for her.
The only requirement is that she get out of Wan Gong Fang as soon as possible, lest some resentful master hit her on the head with a memorial tablet again!
She used to think that finding the brothel owner would make things easier, but she never expected that the brothel owner would be the beginning of the disaster.
Jiang Jingchun: I'm so tired!
"Okay! Thank you, Senior Jiang!"
Xue Lan clapped her hands happily, her face beaming with joy.
"I'm going out right away, but before I leave, I'm taking two people with me."
The woman raised her wide robe sleeves, pointing towards Yuan Zhen and Xiao Sheng behind the masters.
Jiang Jingchun waved his hand:
"Go ahead, go ahead!"
When the woman in black transformed into a wisp of black mist and took Yuan Zhen and the other two away, Jiang Jingchun and his colleagues behind him sighed in unison.
Distinguished masters: Why does the future of Wan Gong Fang seem so uncertain?
Inside the cave beneath the Black Tower, Xue Tong had just prepared the materials Xue Lan had entrusted to him when he heard that person's cheerful voice behind him:
"Xiaotong."
Xue Tong turned around gently and saw Xue Lan with a large bump on her head.
The young woman carefully chose her words before speaking: "Have the masters of Wan Gong Fang finally had enough of you and made their move?"
Upon hearing this, Xue Lan shook her head awkwardly and raised her hand to wipe away the large bump on her head.
"Accidental injury! Accidental injury!"
Xue Tong thought to herself, "If you say it was an accidental injury, then it was an accidental injury." The girl took a step to the side, looked over Xue Lan's shoulder at Yuan Zhen and the other person behind him, and the two juniors immediately bowed to her.
"Senior Xue Tong."
"Sister Xiaotong!"
Xue Tong nodded slightly to the two of them, then looked at Xue Lan again:
"What are your plans next? Do you need my help?"
"Of course we need it." Xue Lan smiled, turned around, and waved to Xiao Sheng:
"Little Sheng, come here and let your older sister take a look."
The slender young boy slowly walked up to Xue Lan and heard the gentle voice of the woman in front of him:
"During my absence, have any unusual occurrences happened?"
Xiao Sheng flashed a bright smile. He quickly shook his head at Xue Lan:
"no!"
Xue Lan raised her hand and grabbed the child's wrist:
"It makes sense, after all, I personally made the seal for you."
Little Sheng nodded solemnly again, her little mouth seemingly coated with honey:
"Sister Xue Lan is the best!"
Standing to the side of the two, Xue Tong watched as the corners of the Wolf King's mouth slowly curled up, his almond-shaped eyes almost narrowing into slits.
The Wolf King has really praised you to the skies.
This child, Xiao Sheng, has a limitless future. At such a young age, he has already mastered the method to control Lord Wolf.
Xue Lan gently pressed her slightly cool fingers on Xiao Sheng's pulse. Gentle spiritual energy, wrapped with wisps of demonic energy, probed into the child's body, examining the blocked meridians that had been cleared when the demonic core was embedded.
"Everything is fine!" Xue Lan smiled and patted Xiao Sheng's head:
"Now you can begin your cultivation!"
"Can I cultivate now?" The skinny boy jumped up immediately upon hearing Xue Lan's voice, his excitement barely concealed.
"Sister Xue Lan, if I cultivate immortality, will I become as powerful as Sister Long?"
Xue Lan's gentle smile vanished instantly:
"Why not like Sister Xue Lan?"
Xue Tong heard Xue Lan mutter through gritted teeth, "You be the judge, is this appropriate?"
"How could the disciples of my Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop have thoughts of other sects?"
Xue Tong retorted irritably:
"I don't know, maybe it's a sect's inheritance!"
"It's just like when you're in the Xuanhuang Sect, but you're always thinking about the spirit mines in the War Puppet Mansion."
Xue Lan's face flushed slightly:
"Well said, but don't say it again!"
The two continued their banter within their minds. After a few moments of contemplation, Xiao Sheng looked up at Xue Lan, his voice clear and bright:
"Because Sister Xue Lan is a weapon refiner!"
"The elders of the Crimson Cloud Sect said that weapon refiners are very easy to kill, so I must protect you!"
"Good boy!" Xue Lan hugged Xiao Sheng with tears in her eyes, deeply moved.
After a long hug, Xue Lan asked Xue Tong to take Xiao Sheng to play in the War Puppet Mansion. Only Xue Lan and Yuan Zhen remained in the underground cave.
The smelting furnace in the very center of the cave was still burning, and the molten iron inside was bubbling like hot porridge, making a gurgling sound.
Xue Lan looked at Yuan Zhen in front of her and spoke calmly:
"Show me how you channel your spiritual energy."
"Yes!" Yuan Zhen bowed to Xue Lan, then took a step back and slowly raised his hand to begin forming a hand seal.
As the boy moved his hands, Xue Lan saw pure, light blue water elemental energy emanating from him, enveloping him like a light veil.
Suddenly, the water elemental energy on the boy roared like a wild beast out of control. The light blue on it gradually turned into a reddish-gold color. The fire elemental energy, containing endless violent energy, surged up from the boy's dantian and devoured all of Yuan Zhen's meridians in just a few breaths.
"puff!"
The slender, tall boy coughed up a mouthful of blood and then slowly collapsed forward.
The expected pain did not come. Instead, a strong hand pressed against the boy's thin chest, and an extremely cold aura undeniably entered the boy's body.
Whether it's water that refuses to be suppressed, or fire that rages wildly...
They all hibernated under the wind and snow of the North and the extreme cold, not daring to make the slightest out-of-place move.
Xue Lan helped the boy sit up straight, then spoke softly:
"I have two solutions for your situation!"
Yuan Zhen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Xue Lan with bright eyes: "Please tell this junior, Master."
"The first method!" Xue Lan said, looking at the boy's anxious eyes.
"I hereby request that you, senior, destroy all the spiritual roots within you. For the rest of your life, live as an ordinary mortal and give up on the path of cultivation."
Yuan Zhen's expression changed, and the boy bit his lip.
"Master, I don't want to."
"This disciple would like to hear the second method!"
"The second method is to tame your spiritual root!"
Xue Lan raised her hand and flicked out red and blue spiritual light from her sleeve, which transformed into two small dragons constantly fighting in mid-air.
Xue Lan handed the boy the book she had written, "The Heaven-Forging Technique".
"The spiritual roots within you are like two ferocious beasts, never able to coexist peacefully. You dare not do anything to them, for fear of damaging your spiritual roots and being unable to cultivate."
"Then let us transform our bodies into cages to imprison them!"
"When you can suppress spiritual energy with your own body, the violent spiritual power will not only not harm you, but will become your unique killing move."
"By then, you will have tamed them!"
Yuan Zhen glanced at the "Heaven-Forging Technique" in his hand, his voice tinged with confusion:
Does the human race truly possess such a body-refining technique?
The lower realm humans certainly don't have that, but that doesn't mean she doesn't.
The "Heaven Forging Technique," which incorporates the cultivation methods of the Silver Moon Wolf clan's demonic body, is undoubtedly one of the few top-tier body-refining techniques in the world.
"Of course! This is a secret technique passed down for ten thousand years by the Wan Gong Workshop!" Xue Lan patted Yuan Zhen on the shoulder:
"It is also the only way for you to embark on the path of cultivation without exploding and dying."
"Alright! I'm going to start body tempering."
Yuan Zhen nodded solemnly, then opened the manual in his hand.
After a moment, the boy timidly raised his hand:
"Master, the ink on this book isn't dry!"
Xue Lan: ……