nashuaworldcup Chapter 39 Mingyou, the You of blessing.
Chapter 39 Mingyou, the You of blessing.
As Zheng Hongliang collapsed, the memorial tablet belonging to him in the Yaoyang Sect shattered.
The elder in charge of guarding the memorial tablets knelt down before the person in the chair.
Zheng Hongtian savored the spiritual tea in his hand, seemingly unmoved by the shattered spirit tablet of Zheng Hongliang.
Only the elders kneeling on the ground buried their heads deeply, trembling.
A few days ago, the spirit tablet of the young sect leader grew dimmer and dimmer, almost going out. The elder guarding the spirit tablet was terrified and was about to report it to the sect leader when the spirit tablet lit up again.
Then several disciples from the sect returned with injuries, complaining that Zheng Hongliang had harmed the sect members. After examination, it was found that the spiritual energy remaining on their bodies was indeed that of the young sect leader.
With such a complex and varied spiritual energy, there really wasn't anyone else besides their young sect leader.
However, the sect leader did not react much after hearing this, and simply told him to continue looking at Zheng Hongliang's memorial tablet.
The elders had been carefully observing Zheng Hongliang's memorial tablet for the past few days, noting that its light was flickering and extremely unstable. Today, as the tablet grew increasingly dim, the elders immediately reported this to the sect leader.
Unexpectedly, just as the sect leader sat down to take a sip of spiritual tea, the young sect leader's spirit tablet exploded.
It didn't go out, it exploded.
This has never happened before; usually, the spirit tablet goes out after death. This is the first time that the spirit tablet has shattered.
For a moment, the elder was at a loss. In this state, he must be dead, right?
After finishing his tea, Zheng Hongtian stood up, ignoring the elders at his feet, and walked to the broken spirit tablet.
With a slight loosening of his fingers, a fine porcelain cup quietly cracked, the falling fragments mixing with the fragments of the spirit tablet.
Zheng Hongtian stared indifferently at the shards on the ground, then turned and left.
"Zheng Hongliang harmed his fellow disciples, was stripped of his status as the young sect leader, and expelled from the Yaoyang Sect. Furthermore, his spirit tablet has been extinguished, and he has died and his cultivation has vanished."
The elders dared not raise their heads, only to hear the sect leader's emotionless voice.
“Yes, yes…”
On this side, after severing the sympathetic connection, the Nascent Soul sat cross-legged and focused more intently on merging with the spiritual root in his hand, until a touch of orange appeared on the horizon and the morning sun gradually rose.
The divine essence in his hand returned to his body, and the ten different colored spiritual roots eventually transformed into a single black spiritual root.
The rising sun shone on the spiritual root, and colorful vortexes seemed to appear on the black spiritual root.
The Nascent Soul stood up, walked to Zheng Hongliang, squatted down, and placed the spiritual root back into Zheng Hongliang's body. Since it originated from here, the return journey was quite smooth.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, the spiritual root was completely integrated into the dantian, much faster than it was pulled out.
Zheng Hongliang seemed to sense the return of his spiritual root and slowly regained consciousness.
"Awake?" The Nascent Soul sat directly in front of Zheng Hongliang. "Zheng Hongliang, try guiding your Qi into your body. I'll also help you clear your meridians."
"Brother." Zheng Hongliang looked at Yuan Ying's still not-so-good complexion and said seriously, "Brother, I don't want to be called Zheng Hongliang. I want to take your surname."
"What's going on?" The nascent soul looked puzzled. Why did it have to change its name as soon as it woke up? It didn't pull out its brain when it was pulling out its spiritual root.
"You're my only family member, and I want to take your surname!" Zheng Hongliang wasn't joking; this was his only thought before he fell into a coma.
He was Jing Shu's younger brother, so naturally he took his older brother's surname.
“Alright.” The Nascent Soul didn’t object, and said with interest, “Take my surname, Jing, and what’s your given name?”
“Mingyou, the ‘you’ in ‘blessing’.” Only this one word came to Jingyou’s mind.
The name "You" means to bestow happiness and protection. Jingyou hopes that he can protect Jingshu, just like his name suggests.
Perhaps I am still too weak now, but one day, Jingyou believes in himself and he will definitely succeed.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Ying paused for a moment, then nodded. "The meaning is good. I'll call you Xiao You then."
"Okay, brother!" Jingyou replied with a smile.
"Alright, let's get down to business. Quickly guide your Qi into your body, and I'll clear your meridians."
The Nascent Soul remembered the Bigu Pills that Jing Shu had refined, and took them all out and tossed them to Jing You, saying, "Here, these Bigu Pills are enough for you to eat until you reach the Foundation Establishment stage."
Jingyou held more than ten bottles of fasting pills in his hands and hesitated, "Um, brother, have you forgotten? This Secret Realm has no spiritual energy." Without spiritual energy, how is he supposed to cultivate?
“This is not a big problem.” The Nascent Soul waved his hand and drew a huge spirit storage array with Jing You’s standing spot as the center.
Although Nascent Soul cultivators are not as skilled at setting up arrays as Jing Shu, they can still easily handle a mere spirit storage array.
After setting up the magic array, the Nascent Soul raised his hand and drew out the spiritual energy from the ancient jade. The dense spiritual energy was firmly locked within the spirit-storing array, without leaking out even a fraction.
"Now that we have it, let's begin." The Nascent Soul snapped its fingers at Jing You.
Jingyou had no cultivation and couldn't sense anything, but he still obediently sat down, put the porcelain bottle in his arms aside, and prepared to guide the Qi into his body.
Starting over, Jingyou quickly found his rhythm and began absorbing spiritual energy.
Suddenly, a large mass of rich spiritual energy was drawn into his body, and Jingyou was instantly flustered.
What's going on? The spiritual energy here is so dense! It's even denser than it was in the sect before!
"Don't rush to draw the Qi into your body, relax, let me do it."
The nascent soul placed its hand on Jingyou's shoulder, guiding the spiritual energy to begin unblocking his meridians.
Jingyou's original meridians were too narrow, and some parts were even blocked.
Therefore, the Nascent Soul did not allow Jingyou to successfully draw Qi into his body, but instead used this spiritual energy to open up all of Jingyou's meridians.
Compared to extracting spiritual roots, this process was incredibly comfortable.
After the Nascent Soul finished clearing all of Jingyou's meridians, it was discovered that he had already fallen asleep while sitting.
Enraged, Yuan Ying laughed and smacked Jing You on the head.
"Ah! What's wrong? What's wrong?!" Jingyou covered his head and looked around, but suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
Jingyou stiffly turned his head away, forcing a fawning smile.
"Brother...it feels so good, I just..." and fell asleep.
Before he could finish speaking the last three words, the nascent soul slapped his head again.
"Stop wasting time, get back to cultivation!"
"Yes!" Jingyou snapped to attention, immediately straightened his posture, and began to truly guide the Qi into his body.
This time, faced with such abundant spiritual energy, Jingyou remained calm and began to explore for the most suitable spiritual energy for himself. To Jingyou's surprise, before he could slowly absorb it, the spiritual energy was directly absorbed by him.
Without any rejection, he didn't even separate his spiritual energy attributes; it was absorbed so cleanly and naturally!
In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Jingyou stopped cultivating and looked at his hands in disbelief.
Just like that, it was a success?
"That's so fast!" Jingyou exclaimed.
"Of course, this is also thanks to the fact that you have all kinds of spiritual roots. For you, spiritual energy is something you just need to absorb and transform into your own spiritual power. There will be no rejection at all," the Nascent Soul explained from the side.
"This reshaped spiritual root is amazing!" Jingyou exclaimed excitedly. "Brother, can you name this spiritual root?"
The Nascent Soul pondered for a moment, then said, "Let's call it... Chaos."
Disorder and formlessness, encompassing everything.
"Chaotic Spiritual Root." Jing You murmured to himself, feeling a strange sense of pride. He was the only one in heaven and earth to possess a Chaotic Spiritual Root, and it was even created for him by his brother!