Chapter 232: Chapter 226: Relax, It’s Normal to Feel Dizzy
Anhe City.
Mr. Zhang just hoped that he could see him again soon.
He didn’t want to wait until it was too late—until he couldn’t even lift his hammer anymore—only for his son to return, travel-worn, and say to a decrepit old father, "I’m back."
...
In a clothier’s shop on the west side of the city, an old woman with white hair was arranging a bolt of silk.
Her youngest daughter was the greatest pride of her life. She always said that one day, she would become a great heroine who could fly through the heavens and move through the earth.
She didn’t understand Cultivation. She only hoped her daughter had enough to eat and warm clothes to wear up on the mountain. If Cultivation was too hard, she hoped she would come home early, find a good husband, and live out her life in peace.
...
In a more distant village, a young boy stood on a ridge between fields, pointing toward Qingxu Mountain and asking his mother:
"Mom, when is big brother coming back? He promised he’d take me flying."
His mother stroked his head, her eyes full of longing.
...
Mr. Huohua’s words sent ripples of unease through the outer sect disciples.
They didn’t understand what he meant.
What did he mean by "meeting a cruel end at the hands of demonic fiends"?
What did he mean by "dying a violent death"?
’We... We’re still standing here, perfectly fine, aren’t we?’
’Could it be... Could the Sect Leader be sending us to fight those demonic fiends?’
As soon as the thought appeared, panic spread rapidly.
"Fight the demonic path? With our meager Cultivation?"
"We can’t even get into the inner sect! How are we supposed to fight those devils who kill without batting an eye?"
"No way! This is a suicide mission! We can’t do it!"
The disciples whispered among themselves, the excitement and hope on their faces long replaced by fear.
Watching their panicked faces, Xuanyuan took a step forward.
A sigh of sorrow still passed through his heart.
After all, these people had served Qingxu Temple diligently for so many years.
And now, because of a single sentence from the main sect, they were to meet such a fate.
Although he had silenced quite a few outer sect disciples in the past to protect certain secrets, that was, in the end, only for the purpose of "silencing" them.
It was nothing like this—slaughtering all of them for such an absurd reason.
He looked at these mortals, who overestimated their own strength yet desperately yearned for the path of cultivation. Their lives, in the end, were dim and without luster.
’So be it,’ Xuanyuan thought. ’At least, I can give them a quick death.’
He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over all the outer sect disciples. The terrifying spiritual pressure of a Great Perfection of Core Formation Cultivator suddenly descended!
"HMMMM—!"
The air grew thick in an instant, as if it had frozen solid.
The several hundred outer sect disciples felt an invisible mountain slam down upon them.
Their breathing stopped. Their hearts pounded wildly as blood rushed to their heads, and their vision began to go black. The only sound they could hear was the frantic drumming of their own heartbeats.
Watching them struggle in agony, Xuanyuan spoke slowly.
"Relax. It’s normal to feel dizzy."
The moment the words left his lips, a murderous glint flashed in his eyes!
"POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!"
An unending series of explosions suddenly erupted on the back mountain!
The several hundred outer sect disciples couldn’t even let out a single scream before their bodies exploded, one after another!
A sky-filling mist of blood instantly stained the mountain forest red.
And within that thick, crimson mist, blood-red cores slowly formed, emitting an eerie glow.
...
「Guixi Secret Realm.」
The other players had also gained their own rewards, and their faces were filled with joy.
But compared to Lin Qingfeng, their gains were little more than side bonuses.
As the primary recipient of the reward’s light, Lin Qingfeng’s haul was nothing short of enormous.
The moment the stream of information flooded into his Sea of Consciousness, a translucent, vaguely dorky-looking phantom slowly materialized before him.
It was the very River God he had "played" until it exploded.
The River God’s phantom floated before him and, in a voice that sounded like it was slowed down ten times, began a new round of dialogue:
"Ooooooh, honest and cruel young maaaan~, helloooo~..."
"Although you made me exploooode~, according to the ancient contraaaact~, I am now your guardian spiiiirit~..."
"I need to slowly recover my poooower~, so I probably can’t help you with anything for a whiiiile~..."
Listening to this rambling nonsense, Lin Qingfeng felt not a shred of annoyance. Instead, a massive wave of ecstasy crashed over him!
A guardian spirit!
’What did this mean?’
’This meant that he, Lin Qingfeng, had finally become a Stand User!’
GYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Even better, it meant that he had somehow managed to take a one-time encounter NPC from the River God’s Secret Realm and turn it into a "sustainable resource" that he could take out of the realm and who would follow him long-term!
This was awesome!
Lin Qingfeng was so excited he almost jumped to his feet.
’Once this guy recovers his power, doesn’t that mean I’ll have a mobile treasure chest that I can farm for equipment indefinitely?’
’Mass-produced equipment is right around the corner!’
’Of course, he also made a mental note to be more careful in the future. He couldn’t get carried away again and "play" this treasure until it exploded like he did this time.’
’Sustainable development via intermittent, destructive exploitation!’
Besides this huge surprise, he also received a Secret Technique that complemented the River God.
[Secret Technique: All Rivers Return to Me]
Effect: The wielder can forcibly "define" what constitutes a "river."
As long as the wielder can clearly explain—whether logically, conceptually, or even by twisting reason—why a specific object can be considered a "river," and their own power is sufficient to support that definition, the object will be recognized by the fundamental laws as a true "river" for a period of time, thereby becoming a casting medium for the guardian spirit, the River God.
Lin Qingfeng’s eyes practically glowed as he read the Secret Technique’s description.
’This is practically a concept-type divine skill!’
’At my current level, I should have no problem pointing at a bucket of water or a ditch and calling it a river.’
’Once my Cultivation is higher, could I point at an enemy’s veins and say, "The blood in your body is a rushing river"?’
’What would happen then?’
’Or what if I pointed at a sea of lava and said, "This is a river of fire," or pointed to the Milky Way and said, "The galaxy is a river too"?’
’The possibilities are endless!’
Within the blessed realm, the players were still excitedly discussing their gains, and Lin Qingfeng was also immersed in his own joy.
The atmosphere was full of cheer.
However, in this sea of joy, Su Ling’er and Wang Xiedi were like two isolated islands, completely out of place.
Although they had also obtained powerful Secret Techniques, there wasn’t a trace of joy on their faces. Instead, they looked lost and pale.
The bloody scene their Eldest Senior Brother had just orchestrated was replaying over and over in their minds.
A living person, just like that, had been casually disintegrated into a mist of blood by their Eldest Senior Brother.
Not even bones remained.
Her rational mind told her that according to the rules of the secret realm, Mr. Dong probably hadn’t truly died.
But...
’Eldest Senior Brother had actually done it...’
She still couldn’t accept it... the sight of their Eldest Senior Brother erasing a fellow disciple right before her very eyes...
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