novelraw Chapter 207 : “He’s actually a Nascent Soul Cultivator
Chapter 207 : “He’s actually a Nascent Soul Cultivator
Chapter 207: “He’s actually a Nascent Soul Cultivator?!”
Ji Yuan only needed to recall briefly before he remembered.
To advance from the peak of Qi Refining to the early stage of Foundation Establishment, one needed ten corpses of Foundation Establishment cultivators of the same attribute, and in addition, three Foundation Establishment Pills.
The pills were not a problem—but ten corpses of the same attribute?
Tu Yue cultivated fire techniques, and Ji Yuan estimated that among the Foundation Establishment corpses she had buried, perhaps only two or three were of the fire attribute—still far from enough.
So, where could one find the most fire cultivators?
Naturally, it had to be the Medicine King Valley.
There were many alchemists there, and naturally, that meant many fire cultivators as well.
‘So it seems, once the Righteous–Demonic War begins, I’ll have to make a few more trips west.’
For what purpose?
Naturally, to collect corpses for them. As for participating in the war—absolutely impossible.
“Go. You, too, dig some earth first. Do some labor reform before we talk.”
Ji Yuan waved his hand, and the corpse puppet Yin Child rode upon the skull, flying toward the mountain peak. Wherever it passed, thick black smoke billowed—it truly looked like no good person was coming.
Even the giant toad beside him raised its head cautiously, watching Yin Child’s departing figure with grave wariness.
Ji Yuan thought for a moment, then asked the toad, “Can you beat him?”
The toad nodded without hesitation.
After all, it was already a late second-tier demon beast—its strength was not just for show.
Having come to the western side of Misty Island, Ji Yuan went by the 【Bee Nest】 on his way. His divine sense swept over it—there were about fourteen to fifteen thousand bees in the swarm.
The number of bees was impressive, but as for second-tier Spirit-Devouring Bees, there was still only the single queen—no second one had appeared.
Otherwise, Ji Yuan had already planned to form a “Queen Bee Squad” composed entirely of second-tier Spirit-Devouring Bees.
When that time came, within the Foundation Establishment realm, it would truly be “a god stops me, I slay the god; a buddha blocks me, I slay the buddha.”
Since he was already here, Ji Yuan couldn’t just leave empty-handed. He spent another fifty middle-grade spirit stones before leaving. This thing was a money pit—he didn’t dare to be wasteful.
Once a habit of luxury grew, it would be hard to tighten the belt later.
Two days later, Ji Yuan called back the Ice Flood Dragon that had been rampaging through the Yunyu Marshlands, and once again began his “egg-eating secluded cultivation mode.” This time, he planned to raise his spiritual energy to its limit before returning to Wuyou Island—to light up the 【Weapon Refining Room】 building.
But unexpectedly, not even three days into seclusion—
He received a message.
“I heard what happened within the sect. If you’re around, come over.”
When Hua Yaoyue’s voice sounded in Ji Yuan’s mind, the worry that had been lingering within him finally eased.
No matter what, as long as his master was still within the sect, all was well.
Without another word, Ji Yuan ended his seclusion, packed his belongings, and prepared to depart. Yet before he could even release his flying boat, another message from Feng Zhi Tao arrived.
Her message was much simpler.
“Little Junior Brother, remember to bring more food. I’ve reached the peak of Foundation Establishment—time for a little celebration.”
Well then—the man hadn’t even arrived yet, and the chef was already being summoned.
Right after that, another messaging talisman glimmered faintly.
Ji Yuan took it out, injected a thread of spiritual energy, and another familiar voice echoed in his mind.
“Upon the peak of immortality, standing proud above the world—first came Heaven Pivot, and then came heaven itself… Junior Brother, remember to bring some spirit-pig meat for barbecue—make it spicy.”
You’re using the lines I taught you to act cool… for this?!
Barbecue—and spicy, at that!
Ji Yuan was helpless. He caught a few spiritual fish from the 【Fish Pond】, grabbed some chickens from the 【Chicken Coop】, and as for spirit pigs, he still had some stored from before.
Finally, he went to the 【Wine Cellar】 and brought several jars of spiritual wine.
Hua Yaoyue’s supply of Wishful Wine should be nearly gone by now. She was never one to understand the meaning of “saving,” so it was necessary to restock her.
Once everything was ready, Ji Yuan summoned the Red Dawn Boat and leisurely drifted toward Forgotten Worry Island.
Two days later—
“Little Junior Brother, why did you take so long? I almost thought you weren’t in the sect anymore.”
Feng Zhi Tao looked at the descending Ji Yuan with suspicion.
Beside her, Yun Qianzai, who had his back to them, didn’t speak. He simply waved a hand. “This flying boat—Junior Brother, take it.”
He hadn’t looked, but through his divine sense he’d noticed that Ji Yuan was flying a superior-grade magical artifact, the Red Dawn Boat. Thus, he took out a lower-grade spiritual flying boat instead.
In his eyes, Ji Yuan must have run out of money.
Otherwise, why would he use a superior-grade magical artifact instead of something better?
“This… thank you, Senior Brother, but I already have one. It just has some issues.”
One should not take rewards without merit.
Since there was no reason to accept, Ji Yuan naturally couldn’t owe someone a favor for no reason.
“Hm?”
Hearing the tone in Ji Yuan’s words, Yun Qianzai turned around curiously.
Ji Yuan clasped his hands and also bowed toward Feng Zhi Tao.
“Congratulations, Senior Sister, on your advancement.”
After straightening up, he offered a delicate jade box.
“This is my congratulatory gift. Please accept it.”
“Hm? A gift?”
Feng Zhi Tao naturally accepted it.
Without much thought, she opened it on the spot—and inside was… Runjade Fat!
A full tael of it.
Yun Qianzai, now facing them, raised an eyebrow. …This little junior brother—pretending to be poor, yet giving gifts this lavishly?
Truly hateful!
“Little Junior Brother, there’s no need to be so courteous. This is far too precious.”
A single tael of Runjade Fat could easily sell for three hundred middle-grade spirit stones.
For a minor advancement like hers, Ji Yuan gifting something so valuable made her somewhat uneasy.
“Just take it, Senior Sister. It’s this junior’s token of respect.”
“Then… all right. Thank you, Junior Brother.”
After putting it away, Feng Zhi Tao was already thinking of what to give back to Ji Yuan in return.
It definitely had to be something even more valuable than the Runjade Fat—otherwise, she couldn’t hold her head high as a senior sister.
After Ji Yuan offered the monthly yield from the 【Pigsty】, he went to the cliff pavilion where they often gathered.
Hua Yaoyue was still there, reclining on the soft chair, swaying gently back and forth in the mountain breeze, utterly at ease.
“Disciple greets Master.”
“Mm.”
Hua Yaoyue’s half-closed eyes lifted slightly. “What did I tell you before I left?”
“Uh… Master told this disciple not to cause trouble.”
“And how did you do?”
Hua Yaoyue glanced at him and stood up from her chair. “My intention was for you to avoid provoking Golden Core Real Persons, but what did you do? The descendants of Shang Court—forget Golden Cores—you may have even provoked a Nascent Soul True Monarch.”
Ji Yuan lowered his head, momentarily unsure how to defend himself.
It was the first time Feng Zhi Tao and Yun Qianzai had seen Hua Yaoyue like this, and both instinctively felt a bit of fear. Yet, out of loyalty, they stepped forward, intending to share responsibility with him.
Unexpectedly, Hua Yaoyue, who had seemed angry, suddenly laughed. Her brows relaxed, and her smile was radiant.
“Not bad—not bad at all. Truly worthy of being my disciple, Hua Yaoyue’s disciple.”
“To think someone like you could provoke a Golden Core, fine—but even a Nascent Soul? Yet you’re still merely a Foundation Establishment cultivator.”
Ji Yuan: “???”
He couldn’t tell if his master was praising him or mocking him.
“This might be a problem for others—but for you, it’s not, is it?”
Hua Yaoyue’s voice echoed in his mind through divine transmission.
He still didn’t understand.
“Your talisman is quite good. Without a Nascent Soul, none could see through it. But don’t worry—Shang Court wouldn’t deploy a Nascent Soul True Monarch to deal with a petty thief like you.”
Hua Yaoyue explained casually.
Now Ji Yuan understood—she meant that his Shapeshifting Talisman worked perfectly to block detection!
So long as he went out under its effect, this issue wouldn’t affect him. Only… Master, how do you know I have that thing—have you been following me?!
“Heh.”
Seeing through Ji Yuan’s thoughts, Hua Yaoyue gave a cold laugh, turned around, and walked slowly to the cliff’s edge.
Ji Yuan pondered for a moment and realized that she actually seemed quite pleased with him stirring up trouble with Shang Court… Damn it, his master was a reincarnated mighty expert.
Could she have been from Shang Court originally?!
The thought struck him like lightning. His head snapped up to stare at the tall figure before him.
“What is it? Still something to say?”
Hua Yaoyue asked without turning around.
“Disciple would like Master to examine my flying boat—to see if anyone has left behind any traces or methods upon it.”
Ji Yuan stated the true purpose of his visit.
“Oh?”
Hua Yaoyue immediately understood. She knew he wanted her to inspect it—and that he must have truly encountered a Golden Core cultivator.
Raising her hand, she activated the island’s formation, then layered a barrier around the pavilion. “Bring it here.”
She didn’t even look back as she spoke.
Seeing this, Ji Yuan finally relaxed and took the Sky-Slicer Boat out from his Storage Pouch.
The flying boat automatically drifted into Hua Yaoyue’s hand.
The instant she touched it, she abruptly turned around, her sharp eyes locking onto Ji Yuan as she enunciated every word clearly:
“Where did you provoke a Nascent Soul cultivator?”
“What?!”
Ji Yuan’s head jerked up at her words, and he staggered back several steps in fright.
Behind him, Feng Zhi Tao and Yun Qianzai were so shocked they instinctively retreated out of the pavilion.
“Little Junior Brother, what in the world did you do?!”
Feng Zhi Tao couldn’t help but cry out.
Yun Qianzai’s face was dark as he said in a deep voice, “I, Heaven Pivot, must admit, Little Junior Brother, you are indeed a powerful opponent!”
Damn it! I haven’t even seen a Nascent Soul cultivator, yet you not only managed to provoke one—but also came back alive!
No way, maybe I should also… The thought had barely arisen before Yun Qianzai’s survival instincts forcefully crushed it down. Yet almost immediately, it began to flicker again—like a spark that could not be extinguished, no matter how hard he tried to suppress it.
The Sky-Slicer Boat floated in Hua Yaoyue’s palm, enveloped in spiritual energy, spinning endlessly.
Ji Yuan, realizing what was happening, could only give a helpless smile. “This time it really wasn’t me who provoked anything, Master. The matter went like this…”
He then told the entire story of his journey to Tianzhu Mountain in full detail.
Since there was nothing particularly secret about it, he didn’t hide anything—including the strange servant and that young man who had later boarded his flying boat.
He wasn’t sure whether the Nascent Soul cultivator Hua Yaoyue mentioned referred to that young man or the seemingly Foundation Establishment-stage old servant, so he refrained from guessing.
When he finished explaining, Yun Qianzai suddenly spoke from behind him: “It seems staying too long inside the sect is no good. I must go out for a while!”
He had just turned around when he suddenly realized—he couldn’t move at all.
Reacting instantly, he opened his mouth, “Master, you can’t possibly—”
Before he could finish, even his voice was sealed.
Feng Zhi Tao, standing nearby, didn’t even look at him. She only muttered blankly, “To think such a thing could happen… It seems the Li Family’s inheritance, the 《Sword Manual》, isn’t that simple after all.”
“It seems this matter truly cannot be blamed on you.”
As Hua Yaoyue spoke, a faint bluish flame suddenly ignited in her right hand that was holding the flying boat. The ghostly fire wrapped around it, burning fiercely.
Soon, a wisp of green spiritual energy rose from the boat and dissipated into the air.
At that same moment—
Far away, by the endless seaside tens of thousands of li away, a young man who had been fishing suddenly looked up, letting out a soft “Hm?”
The old servant beside him immediately asked, “Master, has something happened?”
“The mark I left on that boy’s flying boat has been erased.”
“What? That boy has a Nascent Soul True Monarch backing him? Could it be that one has returned?” the old servant exclaimed in shock.
The young man shook his head. “If he had returned, it would be far beyond Nascent Soul.”
“Forget it. It was done on a whim anyway—not worth worrying about… Oh, a bite!”
The young man jerked his fishing rod sharply—only to pull up a piece of water-logged driftwood.
“These damned fish, refusing to bite!”
Cursing, he tossed the fishing rod aside, raised both hands toward the sea, and in an instant, the waters for hundreds of li around began to churn and boil violently—
as though someone were… boiling the ocean!
Moments later, massive fish leapt frantically onto the shore.
Seeing this, the young man swore again. “That’s for not biting the hook!”
“……”
Watching Hua Yaoyue effortlessly dispel a mark left by a Nascent Soul True Monarch, Yun Qianzai immediately quieted down—but only for about three breaths.
Then enlightenment struck!
‘My master doesn’t even fear a Nascent Soul True Monarch—what the hell do I have to fear?!’
A single thought—boundless freedom.
But just as his eyes lit up with realization, the world suddenly spun around him. The island beneath him split apart, and his body plunged straight downward.
“Master has ruined me!”
His voiceless scream echoed as he fell.
“Alright, it’s fine now. You can take it back and use it.”
Hua Yaoyue casually tossed the flying boat back into Ji Yuan’s hands. As for Yun Qianzai—who had vanished—she didn’t even glance in his direction.
Ji Yuan put away the flying boat, secretly letting out a sigh of relief… There had been something wrong with it. Fortunately, he had acted cautiously—otherwise, things could’ve ended badly.
What came after was simple enough.
Just a single word—celebration.
Ji Yuan lit the fire and cooked, preparing an entire table full of dishes, then took out Hua Yaoyue’s favorite Wishful Wine.
The master and disciples enjoyed a hearty reunion feast together.
During the meal, Feng Zhi Tao suggested bringing Yun Qianzai up from wherever he’d fallen to join them. Hua Yaoyue paused in thought, then mimicked Yun Qianzai’s tone perfectly:
“You common rabble dare to ask me, Heaven Pivot, to open my mouth?”
Ji Yuan couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
Feng Zhi Tao pondered for a moment, then said with complete seriousness, “Second Senior Brother would probably look at the table and say, ‘Why are you still standing there? Get in my mouth already!’”
Ji Yuan laughed uncontrollably.
Hua Yaoyue could only shake her head helplessly.
Happy times were always fleeting. After some chatting and laughter, Feng Zhi Tao left to visit her Fire Phoenix Island—after all, she hadn’t returned there since her recent journey.
Once she departed, only Ji Yuan remained on the island. After thinking for a moment, he asked, “Master, are there many descendants of Shang Court still in this world?”
Hua Yaoyue, crouched on the ground tending to her flowers, replied without turning her head, “There are many inheritances left by Shang Court—but few true descendants.”
Meaning—their legacies were numerous, but those seeking to restore the old dynasty were few.
Ji Yuan understood and felt some relief.
He had worried that when the Righteous–Demonic War began, he’d find himself surrounded by Shang Court remnants—then he might have had to invent yet another fake “Shang Court descendant” identity.
“Master…”
Ji Yuan hesitated, wanting to ask something but unsure if he should.
“What, do you want to ask whether I’m a reincarnation of someone from Shang Court?”
Hua Yaoyue stood and stretched lazily, the graceful lines of her mature figure naturally drawing the eye.
Ji Yuan quickly lowered his head, not daring to look further.
“Disciple wouldn’t dare.”
“Heh, you dared to punch Shang Court’s people and kick Nascent Soul cultivators, yet you claim there’s something you don’t dare?” Hua Yaoyue teased, then still answered his unspoken question.
“No.”
“If I were, you wouldn’t be standing here talking to me.”
Hearing this, Ji Yuan felt both relieved and slightly disappointed… He truly believed Shang Court had been powerful. Without great strength, they couldn’t have unified the entire Cangluo Continent.
Still, in the current situation, it was for the best—at least he didn’t need to live in fear.
“Master, this is something the sect granted me for protection. Could you take a look?”
As he spoke, Ji Yuan took out the golden page and the unknown scale from within his body.
Hua Yaoyue gave them a glance. “A scale refined from a fourth-tier Flood Dragon—capable of withstanding a late Golden Core strike for half a moment. A fine item.”
“And the page?”
“The Sect Master Martial Uncle and Real Person Duocai said it’s the last page left by our founding ancestor.”
Ji Yuan himself didn’t quite believe that, but with nowhere else to ask, he could only consult his dependable master.
Hua Yaoyue let out a soft chuckle.
“They say ‘last page’ to everyone. As for its origin—Water Dragon Sect could never craft something like this.”
“Then where did it come from?” Ji Yuan asked curiously.
“It’s something left behind by Shang Court—a fixed-point teleportation token. For any cultivator below Nascent Soul, it’s indeed a rare treasure. With it, you needn’t worry even if danger comes while you’re outside.”
“The Sect Master said it could return me directly to the sect?”
“Mm.”
“Hiss——”
So it’s basically a Return-to-City Token! A real treasure indeed—better keep this safe… After putting it away, Ji Yuan asked, “Master, why did you say Water Dragon Sect couldn’t make such a thing?”
“To use a teleportation token, one must have an active teleportation formation. Yet, in all of Cangluo Continent, there are no such inheritances.”
Hua Yaoyue, seemingly omniscient, continued, “And that fixed-point teleportation token you hold—it could only have been made by a Transformation-Divine cultivator well-versed in teleportation formations.”
Teleportation formations… those should count as buildings, right?
The thought thrilled Ji Yuan. He immediately grew restless with excitement, but still needed to clarify the details. “If Cangluo Continent has no teleportation formation inheritance, then where did Shang Court’s come from?”
Hua Yaoyue glanced at him without answering such a foolish question.
Ji Yuan fell silent for a few seconds—then suddenly understood!