“Kid, you…”
The old man was somewhat worried.
“If you use this spiritual energy directly without refining it, it will backfire on your meridians and affect your cultivation. If you continue to use it like this in the future, your body will certainly collapse. The consequence of the backlash is becoming a mortal, and it will take a full five days before you can completely repair your damaged meridians.”
Ye Feng was in excruciating pain, but he flashed a brilliant smile, revealing teeth stained with blood: “I had no choice. We will cultivate right here and repair the meridians as quickly as possible.”
The old man also asked the question he had been wanting to ask: “Kid, how did you know I could transfer spiritual energy to you? I remember I never mentioned it to you.”
Ye Feng fudged an answer: “I saw this kind of technique when I was flipping through the Ye family’s ancient records. I didn’t have time to confirm it with you, and since it was an emergency, I had no other choice. I could only treat a dead horse as if it were alive.”
It was unclear whether the old man believed him or not, but he fell into silence and said nothing more.
Only then did Ye Feng breathe a sigh of relief.
A few days ago, he had died suddenly in the middle of the night from overexcitement while reading a power fantasy novel.
Perhaps because his death was too embarrassing, the powers that be arranged for him to transmigrate into the very web novel he was reading before he died.
He was currently unsure if the old man in the ring would be friend or foe if he found out he was no longer the original Ye Feng, so he didn’t plan on telling the old man for now.
After bluffing his way through, Ye Feng’s mind became active.
He remembered that in the original novel, the cave dwelling of an ancient powerhouse was nearby, containing ancient divine weapons and a fierce, powerful cultivation technique.
His power fantasy life was finally about to begin!
Sure enough, he had only been sitting in meditation for less than fifteen minutes when a cave dwelling appeared out of thin air on a nearby small hill.
The pure spiritual energy leaking out gave Ye Feng a sudden jolt of energy.
The spiritual energy inside that cave was a hundred times purer than the outside world; cultivating inside would surely mean his progress would cover a thousand miles in a single day.
However, just as he was about to move, his vision suddenly went black, and he lost all perception.
Though it was only for a split second, he still heard the latter half of the old man’s sentence: “…be careful!”
Immediately afterward, a pain shot through his chest, and he fell to the ground, completely losing his ability to move.
He tried desperately to open his eyes to see who had knocked him out, but the other party was wrapped tightly in thick cloth, making it impossible to see anything clearly.
“The Seven Kill Art! How could anyone have learned such an ancient secret art!”
The old man cried out in horror, and a storm of shock also surged within Ye Feng’s heart.
An ominous feeling surfaced in his mind.
The worst-case scenario was that he might not be the only person who had transmigrated.
Previously, he had gone to the location mentioned in the original text to purchase the stone engraved with the Seven Kill Art, only to be told it had already been bought.
Near this ancient master’s cave, someone had actually been lying in ambush, waiting for the fatal blow.
And this person just happened to know the Seven Kill Art.
As he processed this, Ye Feng already had an idea of the person’s identity.
“What kind of coward hides their face and dares not show themselves!”
Ye Feng feigned a look of exasperated rage.
However, Zhu Lan cautiously ignored him.
She directly pulled out a rope, tied him up, and moved him to the cave where she had just been hiding.
“Release me if you dare, and fight me to the death!”
Zhu Lan: ……
Regardless of whether the protagonist was playing dumb to get information out of her or if he was truly enraged, she added a slap that sent Ye Feng into unconsciousness.
The cultivation world operated on karma; if one was entangled in karma during a future tribulation, they would surely perish under the heavenly lightning.
The protagonist was still the protagonist, after all.
If she killed him, she didn’t know what might happen to her own body.
Furthermore, not long ago, she had been a model youth of the twenty-first century.
She couldn’t bring herself to commit murder just yet.
After stashing Ye Feng away, Zhu Lan entered the master’s cave dwelling.
Zhu Lan felt a flash of white light before her eyes, and she was no longer within the secret realm.
There were countless spiritual plants along the path, all of which felt like extraordinary objects at a glance.
Zhu Lan couldn’t name a single one of them.
After walking a few steps, a pitch-black sword mound burst into her field of vision.
Dozens of miles away, broken weapons were scattered everywhere, and the lingering resentment had dyed that side of the sky black.
Zhu Lan immediately turned around and headed in another direction.
This cave dwelling was a burial place built for an ancient human powerhouse who was on the verge of death.
Strictly speaking, this was also the tomb of an ancient master.
Moreover, it was unlikely that someone so powerful was just a solitary, wandering rogue cultivator.
Zhu Lan truly admired these powerhouses; they contributed to humanity while alive and were still willing to shine brightly after death, selflessly placing their life’s wealth in their tombs for others to find.
If she were about to die, she would certainly leave all her inheritance to her descendants, her sect, or her friends.
Although the good fortune of entering a secret realm and obtaining the inheritance of a selfless ancient master usually only happened to male protagonists.
After entering, Zhu Lan felt that the interior was massive.
She remembered the book only mentioned that when the protagonist arrived, he discovered the inheritance spirit after walking for a short while.
There was no detailed description, so she could only scramble around like a headless fly.
Whenever she saw those eerie terrains that were clearly not to be trifled with, Zhu Lan tactfully turned around and left.
After tens of thousands of years of evolution, who knew if the things in the cave had gained sentience?
Her goals were only a cultivation manual and an ancient divine weapon deep within the cave; nothing else mattered.
Finally, the wandering Zhu Lan arrived before a thick gray mist.
A simple, ancient, and majestic palace suddenly flickered into existence in front of her.
A trace of white vapor seeped from the bronze doors engraved with complex patterns, slowly condensing into a mysterious phantom.
“It has been ten thousand years since a member of the human race has set foot in my dwelling.”
Zhu Lan, who was worried about not finding her way, felt her furrowed brows instantly relax upon hearing the phantom’s words.
This was it.
This was the right vibe.
The distinct flavor of a plot-device old man responsible for giving the protagonist their cheat.
“Little girl, my life force is exhausted. My remaining essence lingers in this world only to pass down the supreme skills of my life.”
The phantom spoke slowly.
With every sentence it uttered, the corners of Zhu Lan’s mouth lifted slightly.
“I shall bestow upon you the ‘Nine Yin Profound Nether Sutra’.”
Zhu Lan: ?
The Nine Yin Profound Nether Sutra?
“Senior, that sounds like a technique for women. Do you happen to have a technique for men?”
Zhu Lan chose her words carefully, testing him indirectly.
The inheritance the protagonist received in the original novel was the “Nine Yang Pure Radiance Sutra” and an ancient divine weapon called the Abyssal Sword.
She had never seen the “Nine Yin Profound Nether Sutra” appear in the original text.
“Human girl, the ‘Nine Yang Pure Radiance Sutra’ I primarily cultivated is indeed a technique for men. However, you possess a Pure Yin Body. Practicing such an extremely masculine and yang-based technique would not only be of no benefit to your cultivation but would also cause irreparable damage to your meridians, leading to a regression in your power.”
A Pure Yin Body?
Zhu Lan was instantly unsettled.
Anyone who had read online power fantasy novels would not be a stranger to this concept.
In those novels, regardless of whether a girl with a Pure Yin Body was initially friend or foe to the protagonist, she would ultimately be harvested by him and become a member of his harem!
And that was the ending for those who were good-looking.
If they weren’t attractive, they wouldn’t even be qualified to enter the harem; their end would surely be miserable, being harvested to death by other cultivators.
No way!
She didn’t want to become someone’s plush toy!!