novelraw Chapter 1064 - 766: Demon Race
Chapter 1064 - 766: Demon Race
"The Dantian is located three inches below the navel. I can help the master locate the Dantian’s position!" Yan Jinjin showed a flattering expression, as if he wanted to seize the opportunity to impress.
However, when Li Zheng let him go ahead, he fumbled around Li Zheng’s lower abdomen for quite a while before he eventually said with a frown, "Master, it seems like you don’t have a Dantian..."
Li Zheng was stunned: "No Dantian?"
He glanced at the terminal: "Could it be that because I’m a clone, I don’t have a Dantian?"
The terminal rolled its eyes at him: "How should I know? I don’t understand these things."
Like Li Zheng, the terminal was also encountering the knowledge of "cultivation" for the first time, never having considered that things which once only existed in novels could become real.
"I see..." Li Zheng glanced at the time; he had been in the central hub for quite a while, and it was almost dawn, so he suggested, "Why don’t I take this guy back first, then find some people to research him, Zhan Zhouzhou is also nearby, I’ll ask her."
"..." The terminal glanced deeply at Li Zheng, saying, "Aren’t you afraid Zhan Zhouzhou will chop you up?"
Remembering the awkward process of Yan Jinjin fumbling to locate his Dantian, Li Zheng couldn’t help but shiver: "Ahem, I’ll think of other ways. If worst comes to the worst, I’ll just let Zhan Zhouzhou torment Yan Jinjin to vent a bit."
"Suit yourself."
The terminal sighed: "You’ve held me up for so long, and my research just now indeed failed... never mind, I’ll focus on this cultivation technique for the time being. If I make any progress, I’ll let you know."
Saying that, Li Zheng blinked, and he was already back in the rented room at District 375.
Witnessing such methods once again, Yan Jinjin’s gaze was indistinctly intense.
Isn’t this technique supposed to be something only Mahayana cultivators can grasp?
Wasn’t it impossible to cultivate here?
How could someone... or rather, a magical treasure possess such divine power?
"Li Zheng, why did it take so long this time?" Mirel’s voice came through: "Have you figured out this guy’s background?"
"Hmm, it’s basically confirmed that he should come from a strange world, most likely a resident of another universe, with only his spiritual body surviving after his physical body was destroyed." Li Zheng recounted roughly what Yan Jinjin was to Mirel.
Only then did Yan Jinjin have leisure to take a look at the surroundings, and when his gaze landed on Mirel, his heart jumped, almost crying out.
"Demon Race!"
He quietly averted his gaze, feeling flustered: "So this is the Demon Realm!"
Rumor has it that those living in the Demon Realm are demon cultivators who toy with hearts and are also known as the Demon Race.
The biggest characteristic of the Demon Race is their lack of immortal cultivators’ divine powers, but they can allure people’s hearts, and even Mahayana cultivators could fall victim to them.
It is said that during a Mahayana cultivator’s ascension tribulation, powerful Demon Race members participate, attempting to drive the cultivator into madness, devouring his primordial spirit.
Yan Jinjin had once, by sheer chance, seen a demon cultivator’s body, stunningly beautiful, where just a glance would captivate, leaving him a deep impression.
The innate aura and the special scent emanating from that person were exactly identical!
Yan Jinjin felt a surge of panic because, for the Demon Race, a cultivator’s Nascent Soul and primordial spirit were great supplements — wasn’t he entering the lion’s den?
"Indeed a spiritual body!" Mirel stared intently at Yan Jinjin: "If we could research and popularize the method of solidifying such a spiritual body, combined with our current means of concentrating nodes, what kind of scenes would there be?"
"The terminal and I extracted the cultivation method from his lips, but there are some difficulties to resolve." Li Zheng tidied up a bit, raised his hand, and placed the timid Yan Jinjin into the Dark Realm, saying, "Let’s go to Zhan Zhouzhou’s place, there’s something I need her to collaborate on."
"Is it that urgent?" Mirel asked: "You haven’t slept all night, why not rest and replenish your energy first?"
"No need." Li Zheng opened the door and walked out: "With my current spiritual power, going without sleep for ten days to half a month won’t have much impact."
"Alright then."
Mirel caught up to him, holding his arm, and they headed to the house Zhan Zhouzhou had rented.
The distance was a bit far, and by the time they reached Zhan Zhouzhou’s place, the streets were already bustling with activity, with many residents starting their day.
Knocking on the door, they found Zhan Zhouzhou already up, dressed in a neat outfit, with a brown-yellow tank top on her upper body, her skin steaming with moisture, seemingly in the middle of a morning workout.
"So early?" Zhan Zhouzhou let the two in, taking out a towel to wipe her sweat: "Looking for me about something?"
Sakura was still lazing in bed, and Li Zheng and Mirel wouldn’t have come early to pick her up, so there must be another reason for their visit.
"I have a question I’d like to ask you." Li Zheng said honestly: "In your martial arts circle, is there such a thing as a ’Dantian’?"
"Dantian?" Zhan Zhouzhou paused her movements, curious: "There is, but it’s more of a concept. The so-called ’qi sinking to the Dantian’ is merely about gathering strength in an approximate area; it’s a sort of technique for exerting force, quite different from the ’Dantian’ described in novels. Why are you asking about this all of a sudden?"
"I caught a strange guy last night." Li Zheng pondered for a moment and decided to inform Zhan Zhouzhou about Yan Jinjin’s existence: "He claims to be a cultivator, and I forced out an immortal cultivation technique from his mouth, which has significant implications for spiritual power; you’re the one I know who has delved the deepest into the metaphysics of martial arts, maybe you can help."
"Cultivator?" Zhan Zhouzhou couldn’t help but laugh at the term: "Sounds like a fantasy delusion. How could there be cultivators in this world, never heard of such a thing."
"I didn’t believe it at first either, but you’ll understand when you see it." Li Zheng released Yan Jinjin, whose body shone like glass, immediately catching Zhan Zhouzhou’s attention.
"This is the so-called cultivator?" She looked at it for a while, still skeptical: "It should be some kind of race with a peculiar life form, right?"
Li Zheng pointed at Yan Jinjin and said, "Don’t you think this guy’s body is very similar to a spiritual body?"
"!!!" Zhan Zhouzhou froze: "Indeed, it looks like a highly condensed spiritual body..."
She frowned deeply: "As far as I know, the Outer City has been researching spiritual power for countless years without progress, so there shouldn’t be such a character. Where did you catch him?"
"Ahem..." Li Zheng casually made up a lie: "Just... last night, when I was seeing you off at the door, he appeared as soon as you left, attacked me, trying to seize my body, but I subdued him."
Yan Jinjin’s eyes darted around, finding that both the master and the newly appeared human woman seemed to get along harmoniously with the Demon Race.
Moreover, the state of these two was extremely peculiar; their bodies were entwined with very complex auras, yet showing no signs of cultivation.
But strangely, their minds were quite well-nourished, with some features only seen in practitioners.
Especially this human woman, Yan Jinjin sensed a sharp aura as if a celestial sword capable of splitting the heavens and earth was hidden within her!
"This feels like the Celestial Sword Dao Body described in ancient texts..." Yan Jinjin was secretly astonished; what luck he had, first encountering a Formless Body, now a Celestial Sword Dao Body too?