Bathing, sleeping, was it now time to get into bed?
Hua Die’s heart was pounding so intensely it felt like it was going to leap out of her chest. She was afraid and wanted to refuse, but as a little handmaiden, how could she refuse her master’s request?
Forget it, whether you stick your neck out or pull it back, you’re going to get the knife either way.
Sooner or later, that day would come, and she couldn’t escape it.
Hua Die walked into the bathroom with trepidation.
She quickly scrubbed her body, constantly watching the bathroom door, terrified that Long Xiaoshan would barge in and take her right there. She’d heard men particularly liked that sort of thing.
But after she finished washing, Long Xiaoshan didn’t come in.
Wrapped in a bath towel, Hua Die walked out.
"Finished bathing?" Long Xiaoshan was sitting in the living room with his eyes closed, resting.
"Yes, yes, Master," Hua Die hastily replied.
"If you’re done, go to sleep. You must be tired from flying all day," Long Xiaoshan said quickly.
"Where, where should I sleep?" Hua Die asked.
"Of course, in the main bedroom. That room is the most comfortable. Go on," Long Xiaoshan replied.
As expected, the main bedroom. Hua Die bit her lip. The master’s intention was clear, he wanted her to serve him in bed. With great hesitation, Hua Die walked into the main bedroom, climbed onto the bed, and like a little woman waiting to be graced with attention, clutched the bath towel tightly over her chest.
Five minutes passed.
Ten minutes passed.
Half an hour passed...
No one pushed the door to the bedroom. Hua Die waited until her eyelids drooped. Her emotions changed from nervous anxiety with a hint of anticipation to sheer impatience. ’Just hurry up!’ It was like being a prisoner on execution ground, waiting to be beheaded, only to watch the executioner sharpening his knife for half an hour but never making the cut.
It was driving Hua Die mad.
Eventually, too tired to wait any longer, Hua Die climbed out of bed barefoot and walked to the bedroom door to look out. The living room was empty; Long Xiaoshan was nowhere to be seen. Hua Die walked outside and called for her master.
No one answered.
She went to the second bedroom, the gym, the balcony, the open-air pool, and after a full circuit, she discovered that Long Xiaoshan had actually disappeared.
Hua Die pursed her lips and stamped her foot in irritation.
The master had actually gone out without making a sound.
So infuriating. How could he do that?
Making her worry for so long and then not showing up, really, how hateful, how could there be such a detestable master. Could it be he just ditched her to fool around with that receptionist from earlier?
It must be the case. Earlier, she saw that receptionist throwing Long Xiaoshan flirtatious glances, and with her Spiritual Perception, which was particularly sensitive, she even noticed that woman scratching their master’s palm.
Too detestable.
How could the master be so lustful?
Hua Die, huffing with anger, walked back to the bedroom. She tossed and turned on the big bed for quite a while. She had been very sleepy, but after all this fuss, she didn’t feel sleepy at all anymore. Images of Long Xiaoshan fooling around with that front desk woman kept flipping through her mind...
In the dead of night, in the suburbs of Kun City, a solitary figure moved with ease through a remote mountain forest.
Kun City, located in the tropics, is surrounded by numerous mountains with dense vegetation and scarce human presence, with fierce beasts and snakes roaming about. Ordinary people wouldn’t dare to venture into these mountains at night, but now, in the heart of these mountains, someone walked as if on flat ground.
Half a day later, this person finally stopped at a slightly more open area at the summit.
Long Xiaoshan looked up at the moonlight. The moon was favorable tonight, and after observing with his Heavenly Eye, he knew no one was around for miles, so no one would disturb him. Even if he caused some disturbances, no one would see it.
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"It all comes down to this moment, today I will refine my External Incarnation," Long Xiaoshan said to himself.
He took out a few Jade Talismans and embedded them in the ground around him. A fog surged forth, and Long Xiaoshan vanished, not actually disappearing but concealed by the Formation. Then he took out the "Heavenly Silkworm" he had obtained from Death God Valley.
This flesh worm was now as long as an arm with a pair of black and white wings on its back, lying motionless as if dead. However, Long Xiaoshan could feel the life force within—it was merely stripped of its consciousness, much like a person in a vegetative state.
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Yet, who knew whether such an Ancient Exotic Species might regain consciousness after enough time had passed.
When it came to refining an External Incarnation,
not to mention the present-day Xuan Gate, even during the era Blood Buddha was alive, the number of Xuan Gate Cultivators who had successfully refined External Incarnations were pitifully few. Even Blood Buddha himself, despite having the technique, had never managed to succeed.
That’s because the requirements for the division were very high.
As were the demands on the Cultivator’s Divine Soul capabilities.
There were too few who could meet these two requirements. Even if one met both criteria, refining was still prone to failure. It was akin to performing major surgery, transplanting a part of your soul into a new body, similar to a body-transplant operation.
How difficult, how extreme.
Those who succeeded in refining were formidable figures in Xuan Gate, individuals with extraordinary capabilities and fortunes.
Because once successful, it was almost like having a second life. Furthermore, one could use the External Incarnation for cultivation. Since the bodies used for Incarnations were always powerful Demonic Beasts or Exotic Species, their cultivation speed often far exceeded the original body. It was common for the External Incarnation to be more powerful than the original. Not only powerful, but in critical moments, one could also abandon the External Incarnation to block a fatal disaster, such as enduring a heavenly tribulation by sacrificing the Incarnation, allowing the original body to survive and pass through the tribulation.
In short, the benefits of an External Incarnation were numerous.
If Long Xiaoshan could refine it successfully, it would be even more beneficial than gaining a Deity Spirit incarnation.
So even though he knew the success rate was low, he wanted to try. What if he succeeded? Without trying, there was zero chance, but with an attempt, there was a possibility.
Long Xiaoshan held the flesh worm and went through the method for Refinement of External Incarnation again in his mind. He had already studied this method back and forth many times over the past few days, familiarizing himself with every detail.
After reviewing the method, Long Xiaoshan bit his finger and rapidly began drawing symbols on the Heavenly Silkworm’s body.