novelhk Chapter 171 Contract
Chapter 171 Contract
Within this Enlightenment Pavilion, there were countless books. Leng Huan used his divine sense to memorize the secrets that interested him.
After hastily devouring the book, he focused on studying the "Mysterious Ice Phoenix Feather Technique" and a soul cultivation technique he accidentally discovered. The name was simple, straightforward, and plain: "Soul Power Technique." Upon closer inspection, it was a secret manual for cultivating soul power.
Leng Huan's divine sense was already highly refined, but this technique was geared towards the defense and attack of the divine soul. Even with only minor mastery, he could withstand external attacks on the divine soul.
After refinement, one can unleash a soul attack, which is extremely useful in special circumstances.
Especially since she possesses an illusionary artifact, controlling the illusion requires even greater spiritual power.
Cultivators have countless attack methods, so Leng Huan will save these manuals for later practice.
After all, with Yun Du by his side, he couldn't be completely focused. He had been pondering things over and over, so his progress was slow. He had only reached the third level of both manuals so far.
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"Mommy, come play on the slide together." The little girl's voice was cute as she spoke, and Yun Du tried her best to pull her mother onto the slide.
"Son, your mother really doesn't want to play on the slide..." Leng Huan looked at the ladder opening that barely reached his waist and rubbed his forehead.
"Don't want to?" Yun Du asked, puzzled. "Why?"
Of course, it's because I don't want to crawl through a dog hole!
Leng Huan helped him up the slide, saying, "Go play by yourself. Mommy is an adult now and doesn't like playing children's games."
Seeing that he couldn't persuade her, Yun Du thought for a moment, climbed up himself, slid down the passage, and suddenly said, "Then, Mother, can you turn into a big... this big slide?"
The child's chubby face was very serious as he stretched out his arms to show how big he was. Leng Huan almost burst out laughing. As Yun Du grew up, his eyebrows and eyes resembled Fu Xun's even more, especially the way he was thinking seriously and offering solutions to problems...
Like father, like son. Leng Huan couldn't help but chuckle: "Let's not go, it's such a big slide, Mom can't climb it, she's afraid of heights."
Unaware of just how high his fear of heights was, Yun Du fell into deep thought. "What should we do then?"
Leng Huan helped him up the slide again, "Be careful...you'll understand when you grow up."
After skating a few rounds, the mother and son chatted for a while. Perhaps they had had enough fun, or perhaps they felt it was no fun to play alone, Yun Du slid down and took Leng Huan's hand and left.
"Mother, why do you always have to read books?"
"Because it looks good and I like to watch it."
"Mother, is this home?"
"No, in a few months, your father will probably be out. We'll go home together, to a place that's very, very far away."
"Mother... why isn't Father here yet..." The little girl looked a bit melancholy.
Leng Huan squeezed his little hand and walked towards the ever-spring-like lawn. "Perhaps, when you can speak a lot, he will appear."
"Huh?" Yun Du raised his head to look at his mother. A gust of wind blew by, and his bangs, which looked like they had been chewed by a horse, were lifted up.
Leng Huan: "For example, a slide, a slide, a ladder..."
A year is neither a long nor a short time, but it's enough for a child to grow up.
When they first parted, Yun Du was not very good at speaking, but now he speaks very fluently.
Leng Huan was unaware of the passage of time, but children seem to have radar; when they reach a certain stage of growth, they need playmates.
Whether it was the courtyard or the grassland, Leng Huan began to add some animal illusions, relying on his imagination to put Sang Biao's family into it.
With a litter of puppies of all sizes to play with, Yun Du finally became happy again.
When Leng Huan mastered the "Mysterious Ice Phoenix Feather Technique" to the fourth level, the secret realm was finally about to end.
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The ninth floor.
Forty years later, Fu Xun reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. He had reached the later stage, but his peak was not enough; he had hit a bottleneck.
Feeling an even stronger divine sense, it reached the edge of the void in this space, which was extremely mysterious.
The stars rotate, following their own trajectories, arranged in a regular pattern throughout the celestial sphere. They form their own spacetime.
Further away, his divine sense sensed a powerful devouring force and withdrew in an instant. The terrifying aura that could annihilate a cultivator's soul was beyond his current level of understanding.
However, those who have reached the Nascent Soul stage can comprehend the laws of space. Over the past few decades, Fu Xun's cultivation has progressed smoothly. When he encountered a bottleneck in the late Nascent Soul stage, he stopped focusing on increasing his cultivation and instead used this space to comprehend the power of the rules.
Before leaving the pass, he had just created a corner of the recorded Tianfang Cloud Valley in the space of the inherited jade disc.
In that original inheritance space, besides the gradually disappearing Shadow Stone, there was also a special space seed, shaped like a jade seed.
The jade seed needs sufficient spiritual energy to nourish it. Only by establishing a spiritual vein and burying the jade seed can a small corner of space be created, which is almost a microcosm of Tianfang Cloud Valley. Now, ten years have passed, and it has only expanded to thirty feet away. It will take tens of thousands of years to grow to the original size of Tianfang Cloud Valley.
Fu Xun wasn't too concerned about whether it could become that level. As long as the space was nourished by spiritual energy, it could be turned into a small secret realm over time and left to future generations.
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"You're out. The time is up. There are only three days left in the secret realm." It's finally over. This evil spirit is finally leaving. The tower spirit breathed a sigh of relief.
With his spirit stones exhausted and the spatial restriction activated, Fu Xun stepped out and heard the familiar voice of the tower spirit. He raised an eyebrow: "Three more days?"
After a short while in seclusion, Fu Xun missed his wife and children, but at this moment he wanted to refine this stingy guy even more.
Don't let his appearance fool you; he looks like a four or five-year-old child, but he's quite cunning.
Having taken human form over hundreds of years and developed sentience over thousands of years, the tower spirit was completely unaware of its impending doom due to its limited contact with the outside world.
"Yes, you can also go out into the secret realm to explore and find treasures."
“Go out and look for them? That’s too much trouble.” Fu Xun reached out to the tower spirit, “Please give me the three treasures from back then.”
The tower spirit was greatly disappointed to find that he still remembered after all these years, and reluctantly handed over the three jade boxes.
Fu Xun was pleased with its tactful nature and smiled kindly, "I actually think the greatest treasure in this secret realm is you, the tower spirit..."
Hearing this somewhat sinister voice, the tower spirit was startled and tried to run away!
However, while Fu Xun was collecting the jade box, he had already secretly set up a spatial restriction. The tower spirit crashed headfirst into the transparent restriction, screaming, "Ah—"
A sharp pain shot through its head, and the tower spirit turned to glare at the human cultivator, its eyes practically spitting fire: "What do you want to do?! You broke your promise!"
"When did I ever say I kept my word?" Fu Xun raised his hand, his fingertips wreathed in profound energy and purple lightning, radiating terrifying spiritual pressure. "By agreeing to be my master, I can spare your intelligence."
The tower spirit trembled slightly, filled with anger and fury. "Impossible! I... I'd rather die..." It didn't want to die.
Fu Xun chuckled sinisterly, "Oh, is that so? Then I'll just have to refine your true form first..."
The tower spirit cried out in terror, "Impossible! Even if you refined me, you, you can't touch my true form!"
Fu Xun said coldly, "So what? Destroying your little intelligence is a piece of cake for me. Are you willing to just disappear like this?"
The tower spirit gritted his teeth and remained silent.
Fu Xun smiled kindly again: "You've never left the secret realm since you were born, it would be such a waste for you to just disappear like this. How about this, you acknowledge me as your master, and I'll take you out without harming your spirit or your physical body. What do you say?"
Tower Spirit: "Hmph! Insidious human, you only want my true form! Humans are all untrustworthy, I refuse to be bound by a contract as a slave!"
Fu Xun: "Wrong! It's not about being a slave." He made an equal contract with his other hand. "This is an equal contract for cooperation. I have no interest in taking in slaves. If you agree, I'll take you out to broaden your horizons."
The tower spirit was tempted to travel the continent. It had been trapped in the secret realm for many years, unable to stray far from its main body due to the restrictions and blockades.
It could be said that its existence was both its strength and its weakness. Although it considered all the treasures in the tower as its own, almost all of them were under a restriction and could not be moved.
To cultivate it, one can only consume spirit stones contributed by cultivators and spiritual energy from secret realms, while all the spiritual energy absorbed by the array is used to power the tower itself.
Its spiritual energy cannot be supplied. If a contract is made, it can leave and even absorb a portion of the power of the contract's master.
It's only barely at the Golden Core stage now; it's really too difficult.
After a long silence, the tower spirit finally asked, "You keep your word, you won't destroy me!"
Fu Xun: "As long as you don't betray me, you will exist forever."
After careful consideration, the tower spirit decided to take a gamble. Staying in the secret realm meant that every fifty years, cultivators would come to covet the treasures; it was better to leave.
It has been trapped for far too long.
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