novelraw Chapter 83 Bargaining with a Tiger, Qi Splits into Yin and Yang
Chapter 83 Bargaining with a Tiger, Qi Splits into Yin and Yang
Chapter 83: Bargaining with a Tiger, Qi Splits into Yin and Yang
“In that case, who will go?” an elder with a long beard stood up, looking at the other elders.
Falling Sunset City was far away in the border province, and the journey was not peaceful. A Foundation Establishment Pill was also no small matter, so it would be safer for a Foundation Establishment cultivator to go.
Song Luoyao unhesitatingly stood up and looked directly at everyone. “Twenty-first Uncle oversees the clan’s general affairs, and Fifth Brother needs to be stationed at the Hundred Arts Hall; neither can move lightly. Since this matter was proposed by me, it should naturally be me who goes.”
“Very well. When will Luoyao depart?” There was no one more suitable than her, so Song Xianyun immediately agreed.
“Naturally, the sooner the better.”
“I will gather the spirit stones as quickly as possible,” Song Luzhou reluctantly stated. He never procrastinated on serious matters.
After the meeting, Song Luoyao secretly met with Song Xianyun. No one knew what was discussed between them, only that Song Xianyun's complexion was very poor for those few days…
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Little Qing Mountain, Mirrorlake. In Song Changsheng's privately opened seclusion chamber, he sat cross-legged before a large cauldron, his expression solemn, occasionally adding some mineral powder into it.
This was already the twenty-first day of his seclusion for refining the treasure gourd. The Jellyfish Fine Steel and Geocentric Blazing Iron had already merged with the treasure gourd, their red and blue colors becoming increasingly distinct.
The bronze cauldron glowed red-hot, occasionally spurting out wisps of shimmering light. The refining of the magical tool had reached its most critical stage. The outer shell had been completed, and the next step was the internal shaping.
All previous spiritual arrays had been erased by Song Changsheng. What he needed to do now was to nurture a “Spirit-Severing Blade” within it. This was the essence of the Spirit-Severing Gourd.
The so-called “Spirit-Severing Blade” naturally did not mean refining a real large knife and placing it inside. Instead, Song Changsheng needed to split a portion of his soul and place it within the gourd to nurture. The day the magical tool was refined would be the day the blade was formed.
This was the secret behind the Spirit-Severing Gourd’s ability to sever only the soul and not the flesh; a soul blade naturally only severs the soul.
Before splitting his soul, Song Changsheng specifically made sure to get a good night's sleep. After resting sufficiently, he opened the lid of the bronze cauldron, calmed his mind and Qi, and a unique 'momentum' began to brew within his sea of consciousness.
Approximately half an hour later, a glint flashed in Song Changsheng’s eyes, and he calmly uttered, “Sever!”
He felt only a slight stinging sensation in his mind as a wisp of his soul was severed and directly cast into the gourd.
Song Changsheng’s seated body swayed slightly, his face turning pale, and within moments, his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
“Fortunately, my soul is strong. If it were an ordinary peak Qi Refining stage cultivator, this would have crippled them,” Song Changsheng muttered in a low voice, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
The soul was the most crucial part of a cultivator, no small matter. Although he only severed a mere wisp, it still damaged his vital essence, requiring at least several days of recuperation to recover.
“Once the ‘Spirit-Severing Blade’ is nurtured, this Spirit-Severing Gourd will be complete. At that time, my combat power will surely see a considerable increase. It's just a pity that I haven't broken through to Foundation Establishment yet, so I cannot nurture its spirit.”
Closing the cauldron lid, a hint of regret appeared on Song Changsheng’s pale face. The transformation of a second-rank magical tool into a spiritual artifact required a significant investment of time and resources for nurturing its spirit, a very lengthy process.
Song Changsheng’s cultivation had not yet reached Foundation Establishment, preventing him from placing the magical tool into his Dantian for nurturing. This would undoubtedly waste a lot of his time.
He knew that in those large sects outside, there were secret arts to accelerate this process, but such secret arts were too precious. Let alone the Song clan not having them, even the Song clan’s ancestral line, an old Golden Core family, did not possess such secret arts. He could only stare helplessly.
“Perhaps I can try that wisp of Primal Energy in my Dantian?”
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Song Changsheng. He thought of the Primal Energy that had always been stored in his Dantian. This substance was formed by the convergence of the essence of the sun and moon, possessing boundless wonders. He had used half a wisp to refine a Gu worm, and now a little more than one wisp remained.
He had a theory: if he were to integrate this wisp of Primal Energy into the Spirit-Severing Gourd, would it bring him some unexpected surprises?
As soon as this idea emerged, it spread wildly like spring grass, unstoppable.
In any case, Primal Energy was essentially a qi of yin and yang. Infusing it into the gourd, even if the result wasn't what he envisioned, would only bring benefits and no harm.
“If the Primal Energy is gone, I can just accumulate more anyway. It’s just sitting there now,” Song Changsheng gritted his teeth, finally deciding to give it a try.
He reached out and opened the cauldron lid, guiding the wisp of Primal Energy from his Dantian. To the naked eye, it simply looked like an ordinary gray mist.
Under Song Changsheng’s control, this wisp of mist slowly entered the gourd’s mouth.
In an instant, the treasure gourd radiated brilliant light, streaks of luminous aura shining through the gourd, illuminating the seclusion chamber as if it were daytime.
Song Changsheng’s face stiffened, and he suddenly felt a little panicked. Would this gourd explode?
Fortunately, what he feared did not happen, but the gourd did begin to undergo some subtle changes due to the infusion of Primal Energy.
Song Changsheng didn't know what the result of this change would be, but surely adding such a good thing wouldn't be a bad thing, right?
“It shouldn’t be, right?” Song Changsheng felt a little guilty for a moment, wondering if he had gotten carried away.
Speculation yielded no results. Whether it was good or bad, he would only know once the gourd was refined…
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Liuyun Mountain Range, Fire Cauldron Mountain, within the Earthfire Sect's General Affairs Hall.
Chang Wudao leaned against a soft couch, coldly looking at Li Tiancheng below. “Is the information you obtained true or false?”
“It should be accurate. Song Xianming forcibly came out of seclusion back then and damaged his foundation. He has been in seclusion frequently these past years. Although he fortunately won a move against you last time, he himself must not have had an easy time.
We were all bluffed by his display of strength before, thinking his injuries had healed, but if you think about it carefully, if that were truly the case, why would Song Xianyun rush to the treasure vault to retrieve something? And why has Song Xianming not shown his face since then?
All of this can only point to one conclusion: Song Xianming was injured, and severely so,” Li Tiancheng said with a cold laugh.
A trace of resentment flashed in Chang Wudao’s eyes, and he subconsciously clenched his fists. He stood up and said coldly, “Whether it’s true or not, we’ll find out by testing it.”
Li Tiancheng was stunned. “Sect Master, do you mean…?”
“Isn’t that Song Luoyao going to bid for a Foundation Establishment Pill for that brat? Leak this information to that person, and we’ll just wait for events to unfold.”
“Sect Master, if the Song clan is a wounded lone wolf, then that person is a fierce tiger! Do we really want to cooperate with them?” Li Tiancheng’s eyes widened immediately. This was truly bargaining with a tiger!
Chang Wudao cast a detached glance at him, his voice cold and sharp. “What, are you questioning my decision?”
A trace of helplessness flashed in Li Tiancheng’s eyes. He cupped his hands and said, “Understood!”
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