roccoschili Chapter 134 Spiritual Power Outage
Chapter 134 Spiritual Power Outage
An hour later, outside the Southern Capital, Xiao Ye's flying boat cut through the clouds and flew south.
Leng Huan and Fu Xun stood side by side at the bow of the boat, while Leng Yan went to focus on her cultivation.
Clouds drifted by nearby, while distant peaks rose amidst a sea of clouds. Turning his gaze away, Leng Huan looked at Fu Xun, who had been unusually quiet since yesterday, and felt a pang of guilt for some reason.
Did I do something to offend him?
Fu Xun's expression was indifferent: "Senior Sister, it will take two months to go to Lei Ze. You can go into seclusion."
"Ah, um, okay then." Leng Huan nodded awkwardly and stammered her agreement. The small cabin could accommodate five or six people for meditation, so she went in to cultivate next to Leng Yan.
He practiced his cultivation techniques and refined his spirit in his sea of consciousness, no longer thinking about random things, and worked hard to hone his late-stage Golden Core realm, striving to reach the Great Perfection and achieve the Nascent Soul stage as soon as possible.
Leng Huan's original plan was for them to go to Leize and Nanming respectively, but Fu Xun refused to separate and insisted on going to Nanming with her. Leng Huan had no choice but to compromise. She was fine wherever she was, but Fu Xun couldn't be; it was more appropriate for him to go to Leize.
They are naturally resistant to blows and lightning, possessing a body of thunder and lightning. I'm tired of saying "I envy them."
Those of them with mediocre talent have no choice but to work hard at cultivating their skills.
Sinking into her own sea of consciousness, she suddenly found herself in a void. Floating through a vast, dark blue expanse, the water was cool and refreshing. Suddenly, Leng Huan's eyes lit up, the dark blue reversed, and beneath her feet transformed into a sea of snow.
Barefoot, she wandered through the boundless sea of snow, turning and moving forward. Sure enough, in the center stood a majestic snow-capped mountain. Suddenly, snowflakes began to fall, and she felt herself become infinitely light, like a snowflake, dancing in the wind in this world.
When did the snowflakes become like a spring breeze? Cool and comfortable, she realized she wasn't cold at all, and her mind became joyful. What could be more fun than playing in the snow without feeling cold?
With a flick of her hand, snowflakes transformed into countless shapes according to her will. Suddenly, ice lotuses bloomed across the snow-capped mountains. After a crisp cracking sound, the ice melted, the snow thawed, and a deep blue expanse covered the land. Only one iceberg remained in the sea; she had transformed into ice and was submerged by the sea—
No medicine! What if it melts?
Leng Huan woke up with this horrified question in mind.
When she opened her eyes, she met Fu Xun's gaze. Their eyes met, so close that she could count his eyelashes.
She actually counted, one, two, three. Suddenly, Fu Xun stepped back, still holding her wrist. Leng Huan instantly felt a warm spiritual energy probing into her meridians. She trembled slightly in comfort, oh dear.
Leng Huan remained in a daze, trying to recall what he had experienced.
She clenched her fists and realized that her whole body was stiff, like a frozen fish, and she was not in control at first. Fortunately, Fu Xun transferred spiritual energy to her, and after a while, she felt that her body was her own.
Leng Huan blinked: "Is my Xuan power out of control again?"
Was that dreamlike feeling I experienced during cultivation a hallucination? No way, how can cultivation lead to dreams?
"Senior Sister, your spiritual power suddenly surged just now, like frost raging across an area of dozens of feet." Fu Xun touched her hand worriedly, and only felt relieved when it warmed up: "This small boat is in the center and has turned into an ice cave. I made an emergency landing in an uninhabited valley. Leng Yan and the other two couldn't withstand the strong winds of this surge of spiritual power and have already moved away."
Leng Huan: "..."
Just then, an icicle fell from the top and shattered with a crack. Under the influence of Fu Xun's spiritual power, the temperature rose, and the shattered ice slowly melted into water.
Never having known he would riot, Leng Huan took a long time to react. Frowning, he slowly stood up, feeling his bones cracking and his meridians reassembling. He immediately realized that his meridians had been subjected to a violent release of spiritual energy, equivalent to a self-destruction, and were now extremely sore!
hiss!
Her facial features contorted instantly. Fu Xun supported her, saying, "Be careful." At the same time, he continued to channel his spiritual energy into her, which flowed like a gentle stream through her meridians. She then took a pill to repair her physical body.
After Leng Huan finished adjusting his breathing, he resumed circulating his spiritual energy, and his profound energy automatically began to repair itself.
It was only after this turn that she realized her cultivation had "skyrocketed" to the Great Perfection!
"...How did I... reach the Great Perfection? No, why did I riot?"
Leng Huan was stunned.
"Senior sister, didn't you know that your clan has the Snow Spirit Body?"
Seeing Leng Huan looking over like a silly roe deer, Fu Xun pursed his lips, his expression unusually incredulous: "I read in the Inheritance Manual that the Snow Clan is of the water element, but it's not just that; they are a very special clan. Every so often, people with special physiques will appear, and based on their profound energy, they will awaken this special physique."
After a long silence, Leng Huan said awkwardly, "Actually, our clan's heritage is incomplete..."
Fu Xun: "..."
"Well, it's been too long, it's impossible to trace back, you understand?"
"..."
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In the Northern County, in the Leng family's underground secret chamber.
The elders of the Leng family have been busy for several years sifting through various incomplete and chaotic ancient texts, and recently they have finally made progress.
"I found out that the function of the second half of the Taiyin Xuan Scroll is... to control Xuan power and to successfully awaken the Snow Spirit Body? Hiss... what is this?" The Grand Elder held a jade scroll, pointed at it with one finger, and quickly browsed through it.
Since arriving on the mainland, almost no one has awakened profound power. By a twist of fate, no one in the Leng family knew that their clansmen could awaken the Snow Spirit Body.
The focus should be on cultivation, and these non-cultivational texts that record old almanacs have been hidden from the world for hundreds of years.
Another elder suddenly exclaimed, "Brother, I've found out that the Snow Spirit Body has awakened... Huh? It's actually going out of control and violently unleashing its spiritual power?"
This explosive burst of profound energy requires the second half of the Taiyin Profound Scroll to control. Is this the constitution of someone who truly controls profound energy? Incredible… My ancestors were truly this powerful! What a pity! For thousands of years, no one has known about this constitution…”
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The small boat, now an ice cave, was moored in a valley. It shimmered in the sunlight as the ice melted and water droplets began to fall.
Fu Xun was surprised to find that the Leng family had lost its lineage. Looking at the bewildered Leng Huan, he felt like facepalming.
"Senior sister, according to the records of the Yun Clan, this kind of physique will riot when it awakens, so you should have a technique to control it."
Leng Huan thought to himself, "Oh my god, the cultivation technique only has the first volume, I don't know where the second half is, how come I have this physique?"
After moving her body, which had become much better, she asked, "So, are there any side effects to this constitution?"
Fu Xun: "This kind of power is immense. It is easy to erupt at the beginning, but it is not very stable. It varies from person to person. The worst thing is to freeze yourself to death, or dissipate your spiritual power, damage your meridians, and enter a period of weakness."
The period of weakness? Leng Huan suddenly remembered something, "How much time has passed now? Where are we?"
Fu Xun said helplessly, "It has been three months since you went into seclusion. We are now 500 miles outside of Leize Valley."
"So it's been this long," Leng Huan wiped his face. "Were you protecting me?"
Fu Xun nodded and patiently explained, "Well, a month and a half ago, your aura fluctuated, and there was no sign of you waking up. Until three days ago, a strong wind formed around you, which gradually intensified and affected the surrounding area. At that time, we were in another mountain range, and I was afraid that someone would notice something was wrong, so I came here."
The moment they landed, a biting, piercing wind swept across an area of dozens of feet, turning the once lush grassy valley into a frozen wasteland, with snow falling, rain falling, and ice freezing over.
Leng Yan's cultivation level was low, and she almost froze to death. The guards took her to safety. At first, Fu Xun didn't think anything was wrong, until the small boat turned into an ice cave. Leng Huan remained motionless, and her spiritual power became increasingly uncontrollable. At that time, a mysterious mark appeared on her forehead.
Fu Xuncai suddenly realized something was wrong. He used his spiritual power to dredge her meridians and touched her wrist. His hand was ice cold. Fortunately, his cultivation level was high. Otherwise, if she were a Golden Core cultivator, Leng Huan would be in grave danger.
At this moment, she saw that her cheeks had regained color, and upon further examination of her spiritual energy, her meridians were gradually recovering, and her profound energy was automatically protecting its master and was now functioning normally.
Fu Xun breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the mark on her forehead, and gently tapped it with his fingertip. "Do you want to cover up this mark?"
What kind of mystical mark is this? She took out a mirror and looked at herself. A very obvious ice-blue six-pointed mark was on her forehead, about the size of a fingernail. She rubbed it hard and muttered, "Funny, this thing looks like a flower ornament. It actually grew out of my flesh and blood."
“We definitely need to cover it up; someone might know it’s a Hidden Clan Mystic Seal.” Leng Huan immediately pulled out a box of face powder, about to apply it to her forehead, when she suddenly looked at Fu Xun, “Hey, didn’t you say you also have that special trait? Your…”
She reached out and rubbed his forehead; it was clean, without a trace of anything!
Fu Xun grabbed her hand: "I don't have it on my face."
Leng Huan casually asked, "If it's not on your face, then where is it?"