Chapter 80: A Mind Transformed

Chapter 80: Jin Xin Takes Human Form

The core of all that Luo Feng had learned lay in the Great Dao of Essence, Qi, and Spirit.

When the three are united at the crown, nothing is unbreakable.

The foundation of the Great Dao of the Three Origins is the technique of breath cultivation.

This technique is gentle and harmless, continuous and unending, but unsuitable for monster clans.

Moreover, Jin Xin lacked the main god fragment as a cheat; if she were to forcibly cultivate the breath technique, she would never break through the mysterious threshold in her lifetime and elevate it to the ancestral breath technique.

The Dao is profound, yet varies with the practitioner.

Seeing the respectfully bowing silver serpent, Luo Feng pondered for a while before saying, “I have two methods: one is the Ninefold Golden Body, the other the Pure Primordial Spirit.”

“Which would you choose to cultivate?”

The silver serpent bowed her head and replied, “Master is merciful. I leave the decision to you.”

Luo Feng chuckled, “You’re clever. Although you are of the monster race, you are not a variant. The path of the physical body does not suit you. You should cultivate the Pure Primordial Spirit.”

The silver serpent asked, “Master, how does one cultivate the Pure Primordial Spirit?”

Recalling his own experience of crossing the heavenly tribulation, Luo Feng paused. He had transformed his Qi into spirit, relying on a profound foundation to forcefully endure the ninefold heavenly thunder.

He couldn’t possibly expect the silver serpent to do as he had.

Besides, the Dao of the Great Wilderness is not comparable to the lower realms.

After a moment's thought, Luo Feng said, “The Dao of the Primordial Spirit is mysterious and elusive. Do not aim too high or too far. As it is said, refine essence into Qi, and Qi into spirit.”

“Your demonic energy is not pure. I will teach you the source-flow technique to purify it.”

With a tap in the void, he sent a seed of ancestral breath into the silver serpent’s body.

In an instant, her entire magical power began to flow automatically, endlessly cycling by itself.

Gradually, her silver scales softened, losing their former sharpness, and seemed to form a silver-white armor upon her body.

Feeling her demonic energy being purified, the silver serpent gratefully bowed, “Disciple Jin Xin thanks Master for your guidance!”

Luo Feng nodded, “You may go now.”

The silver serpent nodded and withdrew.

In the silent void chamber, Luo Feng gazed after the departing figure and muttered, “My methods are still lacking.”

All his divine powers stemmed from the transformation of a single breath, making him a true cultivator of Qi.

When one’s cultivation is sufficient, powers manifest naturally.

Back in the world beneath the One Above, he hadn’t noticed, for his enemies were too frail; whatever method he used, the result was the same.

Whether he fought the Celestial Master of Dragon-Tiger Mountain or the Yellow Wind, there was little difference.

Now, having ascended to the vast wilderness, planning to teach and transmit the Dao, he found that even the insights he’d gained could not be fully expressed in words.

This was the result of lacking systematic learning.

“Indeed, there is no end to learning, and the Dao has no bounds!” Luo Feng sighed.

He had made up his mind: once the little snake took human form, he would seek a sect to hide in and embark on systematic study, determined to shape himself into an immortal with cultivation, supernatural powers, and ability—a true immortal of the three virtues.

At the same time, this could be part of his plan to join the Heavenly Court. After all, he would need a background, an identity.

Only then would others believe he was a novice immortal and let down their guard.

…

Three leisurely years passed in a flash.

Luo Feng cultivated in the mountains, slowly absorbing spiritual energy and adapting to the high-spirit environment of the wilderness.

His power grew a little, his cultivation deeper—a bit stronger than before his ascension.

Stepping out of the cave dwelling, he gazed at a valley three hundred miles away. The spring was clear, immortal herbs swayed, exuding a captivating fragrance. A mere whiff could awaken the wisdom of a monster beast, and consuming it could help a nascent monster general break through to the infant stage.

With a crisp, melodious sound, the immortal herb on the bluestone slab bloomed, now fully mature.

Water nurtures the seedling, earth nourishes the root, all drawing from the source at the spring. The evergreen immortal grass owes its vitality to spring rain and dew.

At the moment the immortal herb was born, the surrounding spiritual energy churned, forming visions—mountains dimmed, clouds gathered into towering shapes.

What a splendid sight.

Standing on the wind, Luo Feng inhaled. With one breath, the spiritual phenomena stretching for hundreds of miles were drawn into his abdomen.

The spectacle of the immortal herb’s maturation faded to ordinary, attracting no attention from immortals, buddhas, demons, or monsters.

At this moment, a voice came from his sleeve: “Master, your cultivation has advanced again.”

A white head emerged, glimmering with a glassy sheen, twin eyes like gems set in jade.

Thanks to the source-flow technique, Jin Xin’s demonic energy gradually purified, driving out all foul and impure Qi.

She looked more beautiful than ever, and smoother to the touch.

Luo Feng smiled lightly. “Indeed. Just yesterday I broke through to the peak of the Primordial Spirit stage, touching upon the first revolution of peak consummation.”

Jin Xin, the little monster of little learning and humble origin, nodded in feigned understanding, “Congratulations, Master. Felicitations.”

So the Primordial Spirit had so many levels—no wonder so few achieved immortality, whether man or monster.

Luo Feng said earnestly, “You must know that every stage of cultivation is fraught with barriers and dangers. Only by perfecting each stage can you hope to break through.”

“Before you met me, your cultivation was too rough. You hurried to break through after barely achieving the late golden core stage.”

“This is a grave mistake. Remember, the more solid your foundation, the greater your chance of becoming immortal.”

“Do not regret forming the golden core; do not mention it again. In your next stage, you must cultivate solidly.”

The silver serpent nodded vigorously, “Disciple will remember Master’s teaching. I will not break through until I have formed three thousand infant souls!”

Luo Feng nodded in satisfaction. “Good. Go and consume the immortal herb.”

The silver serpent swished her tail, flew to the immortal herb, and swallowed it with satisfaction.

As the herb entered her body, surging medicinal power swept through her. The silver serpent curled into a ball, transforming again and again into a silver sphere, radiating points of light.

Pure spiritual energy seeped through her body, leaking into the air and creating a scene of light dancing in flight.

Luo Feng watched, thoughtful. “It seems I must learn the art of alchemy.”

Simply devouring immortal herbs was too wasteful.

Moreover, he found that the enhanced poisons and healing medicines in his spatial pouch were too weak for beings of the wilderness.

He would need to relearn the arts of refining, study the herbs of this world, and become an outstanding immortal. Only then could he ensure victory in one strike, leaving no future troubles.

Additionally, Luo Feng had another idea, born back in Ping’an County.

Since the Five Thunder Suppression Brick was possible, why not a bomb golden core?

Using spatial techniques, he could store large amounts of explosives in a tiny golden core. When an enemy swallowed it, he could detonate it!

The effect would be absolutely spectacular!

As these thoughts spun in his mind, Jin Xin’s transformation ceremony was nearing completion.

When the radiance faded, Luo Feng swept his divine sense casually—and froze on the spot.

He could hardly believe it: “Are you Jin Xin?!”

A blue-haired child on the ground replied in a childish voice, “Master, it’s me.”

Luo Feng was dazed, “Weren’t you a female serpent?”

Jin Xin, now a child attendant, lowered his head nervously, “Does Master not like it? I wanted to take a male form so it would be easier to serve you.”

“If Master is displeased, I have one chance to reshape my body upon reaching the Nascent Soul stage.”

Luo Feng was silent for a long time, then waved his hand, “No need. Reshaping your body is a life-saving skill, don’t waste it lightly.”

“You… you’d better return to your original form.”

Jin Xin nodded, half-understanding.

A moment later, a translucent, silver-tinged bracelet appeared on Luo Feng’s left wrist.

(End of chapter)