Chapter 34 9 Death
Chapter 34 Nine Deaths
The young man in black sighed and said:
"Sincerity can move mountains and open up new horizons. Since you are devoted to seeking the truth, if you can come out of the cave alive, I will teach you the way to become an immortal."
Chen Yuan's expression became serious and he said:
"Please wait for a moment, Immortal. I will be back soon!"
After saying that, he took the Boiling Blood Pill without hesitation.
An extremely powerful medicinal power surged into Chen Yuan's limbs and bones. He felt like he was in a furnace. His face turned red, his blood was boiling, and his body seemed to be filled with endless heat.
He did not dare to waste time. He bowed slightly to the young man in black, held up the night pearl, performed the Shadow Step, and rushed into the cave.
The young man in black looked at his back, and clenched his hands quietly with force behind his back.
……
After Chen Yuan entered the cave, endless cold wind blew in his face. It felt like needles pricking his body. The wind was shrill and cold.
Fortunately, after he took the Boiling Blood Pill, his whole body became hot, and he was able to keep the cold and evil energy out of his body.
There was only one path forward in the cave, which was deep and unfathomable. Chen Yuan held up the night pearl and walked forward.
The cold wind became stronger and stronger, gradually changing from a pricking sensation to a cutting sensation caused by a knife.
The black tights on his body were cut into pieces by the cold wind, and turned into strips of rags hanging on his body, making him look extremely disheveled.
Chen Yuan had to squint his eyes, shield his face with one hand and his chest with the other to protect the Yujue Pill in his arms.
But his pace not only did not slow down, but instead increased a bit.
The medicinal power of the Boiling Blood Pill is constantly being consumed. Spurts of subtle cold and yin forces are beginning to invade the body. There is no time to lose.
He braved the cold wind and went deeper into the cave, looking around for the three white herbs.
But after walking for more than ten feet, there was still no trace of the herbs.
There seemed to be only endless cold wind in the cave, whistling miserably and cutting bloody wounds on Chen Yuan's body.
Fresh blood oozed out and was frozen into ice beads by the cold force. They were blown onto the mountain wall, shattered into pieces, and made slight crackling sounds.
The power of the Boiling Blood Pill was being consumed at an increasingly faster rate. Chen Yuan shivered, gritted his teeth, and quickened his pace.
Chi Chi!
The wound cut by the cold wind became deeper and deeper. The ice beads formed by the blood drops hit the wall of the cave, making crackling sounds continuously.
Chen Yuan felt as if he was being cut into pieces, with indescribable pain all over his body.
But his heart was as calm as ice and as resolute as iron, and his steps even quicker.
The two years of suffering on the sickbed in his previous life gave him a deep fear of death.
If I go back now, I won't be able to cultivate immortality. After a hundred years, I will just be a handful of yellow earth, which is no different from dying in the cold wind.
He had already enjoyed wealth and splendor that ordinary people could hardly imagine. He had no obsession with worldly luxuries and only had one goal in mind: immortality.
If you can’t cultivate immortality, the only thing left is death!
Chi Chi!
The cold wind blew like a knife or a sword. The wounds on Chen Yuan's body became deeper and deeper, revealing his crystal white bones, but they were soon covered by a layer of white frost.
The effect of the Boiling Blood Pill was almost gone, and the cold force was almost freezing him.
Chen Yuan's body was covered with a thick layer of white frost, but his feet were like steel and he never stopped.
Finally, the effect of the Boiling Blood Pill completely disappeared, and white frost slowly climbed up Chen Yuan's face, covering his mouth and nose.
He was forced to slow down and move forward step by step.
Suddenly, a glittering light came into Chen Yuan's eyes.
He looked closely and saw three white spiritual herbs that were as crystal clear as ice, swaying gently in the endless cold wind.
A burst of strength suddenly burst out from deep within Chen Yuan's body. He took two steps forward and reached out to pull.
The magical herb was not afraid of the raging wind, but its roots were not strong enough and was easily picked by Chen Yuan.
He grasped the three spiritual herbs in his hand, turned around and walked back.
Going with the wind makes things much easier.
Chen Yuan quickly escaped from danger and no longer had to endure the torture of slow slicing. The cold and yin energy in his body also weakened a lot.
Chen Yuan quickened his pace. The cold wind blowing behind him became weaker and weaker, and no new wounds appeared on his body.
Finally, he saw the entrance of the cave emitting a faint light. He breathed a sigh of relief, took a few quick steps, and walked out of the cave.
boom!
Chen Yuan's energy was drained away, his hands became weak, and the night pearl fell to the ground and rolled to the side.
He staggered towards the young man in black, slowly raised the three white spiritual herbs in his hand, and spoke with difficulty:
"Immortal...Immortal, I have brought you some spiritual herbs..."
The young man in black walked over quickly, took the spiritual herb, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then let out a long sigh.
He touched the yellow brocade bag on his waist, and the spiritual herbs disappeared. A pill appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he handed it to Chen Yuan, saying:
"Take this pill."
At this time, Chen Yuan's body was covered with a layer of white frost, and underneath were densely packed wounds. The flowing blood and the torn black cloth strips were frozen together. He looked like a death row prisoner who had been severely tortured in prison and then thrown into the wilderness in the dead of winter to spend three days and three nights. His condition was extremely miserable.
He took the pill tremblingly and put it into his mouth.
When the pill enters the mouth, it turns into a stream of clear air, falls into the abdomen, and spreads along the meridians into the limbs and bones.
Chen Yuan's whole body became warm, and the cold energy in his body quickly dissipated. He looked down and found that the white frost on his body had melted away, and the wounds no longer bled. Some of the small wounds had even begun to scab and heal.
He wiped off the remaining water stains on his face after the white frost had melted away, and said gratefully:
"Thank you, Immortal, for the elixir!" The young man in black said with a smile:
"Compared to these three stalks of ice grass, this Qingling Pill is nothing, but I can't do anything to cure the loss of your blood and essence. I can only rely on you to slowly recover."
As he spoke, he stroked the yellow brocade bag, and a scroll of silk appeared out of thin air in his hand. He handed it to Chen Yuan and said:
"If you bring me the spiritual herbs, I will not break my promise. This volume of "Red Flame Art" is enough for you to cultivate to the foundation-building stage."
Chen Yuan took the silk book with both hands, fixed his eyes on it, took a deep breath, and said:
"Thank you, Immortal, for giving me this technique!"
The young man in black shirt said calmly:
"I will give you one more word. The path to becoming an immortal is to go against the will of heaven. You must fight against the heavens, the earth, people, and yourself. Although your spiritual roots are poor, if your heart is firm, you may be able to achieve something. Just do your best."
After saying that, he flashed and flew several feet away, came to the edge of the cliff, tapped the stones on the cliff, and floated away.
Chen Yuan looked at the gradually shrinking figure of the young man in black, bowed deeply, and after a long time, he straightened his back.
Looking at the silk book in his hand, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.
“Haha! Hahahaha! Haha… cough cough!”
Chen Yuan laughed a few times, then suddenly started coughing violently. He hunched his body, staggered to a large rock, leaned against the rock, and slowly sat down.
The medicinal power of the Qingling Pill dissipated, and Chen Yuan felt as if his body was hollowed out. He was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.
This should be what the immortals call the loss of blood essence...
Chen Yuan's consciousness became increasingly blurred. He slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
……
After an unknown amount of time, Chen Yuan suddenly woke up from his sleep, jumped up from the ground, and looked around vigilantly.
But then he staggered two steps and almost fell to the ground.
His body was still very weak, and had only improved slightly, but he still couldn't make any big movements.
Chen Yuan supported himself on the stone with his hands and looked around.
The valley was pitch black, with only very faint moonlight and starlight shining through. The grass and trees swayed, insects chirped, and it was quiet and peaceful.
He breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the stone and sat down again.
According to the immortal, this valley is the territory of the demon tiger, and no other ferocious beasts should dare to approach, so his situation is relatively safe.
But as long as he doesn't replenish his lost essence and blood, he will not be able to get rid of this feeling of weakness.
Chen Yuan clenched his fists. He still had the strength, but he couldn't use it at all.
He practiced the Six Yang Skill again and found that the true energy in his body was only comparable to that of a marrow-refining warrior, and was extremely sluggish.
Both the physical body and the true Qi are based on essence and blood. If the essence and blood are damaged, the physical body and the true Qi will naturally not be able to maintain their original state.
Even the young man in black was unable to make up for the lost blood and essence. Chen Yuan could only wait for his blood and essence to recover on its own, which would not happen overnight.
Chen Yuan looked up to the sky and sighed, feeling mixed emotions.
He did not blame the young man in black. He was not as strong as the other person and was at the mercy of the other person. He did not dare to refuse the young man in black's orders.
If he really encountered a brutal and cruel cultivator who forced Chen Yuan to pick the spiritual herbs and then killed him, he would be helpless.
The young man in black kept his promise and gave him a method of cultivating immortality and a pill to heal his injuries. He had done his best.
But the essence and blood in my body are difficult to recover. How can I practice Taoism?
He was not worried about his parents, brother and younger sister. Before he returned, or before his death was confirmed, the Fu Hu Gang would not dare to touch them at all.
However, he was unable to practice the immortal cultivation technique that he had obtained at great risk of death. Chen Yuan couldn't help feeling anxious and unable to control himself.
He looked at the stars, the Milky Way and the thin crescent moon in the sky. His expression changed and his thoughts raced.
Suddenly, Chen Yuan's eyes lit up and he took out a coarse cloth bag that he had kept close to his chest.
Yu Jue is his last hope. If even the starlight infusion has no effect, he can only wait patiently for a few years, and practice immortal arts after his essence and blood are restored.
Chen Yuan held onto the boulder, struggled to get up, and took out the jade pendant.
The jade beads emitted a green light, and the stars in the sky shone together, converging into a beam of faint white light, which fell from the sky and landed on Chen Yuan's head.
The familiar feeling of coolness and numbness emerged, and Chen Yuan closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the rare moment of comfort.
Twenty breaths later, the green light on the jade beads faded, the starlight dissipated, and a feeling of weakness and hunger surged up together.
Chen Yuan took out the only five remaining Essence Pills, swallowed one, closed his eyes, and quietly felt the changes in his body.
After the pill was swallowed, the medicinal power spread into the meridians, and the feeling of hunger disappeared for the most part, and the feeling of weakness also disappeared partially.
Chen Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, he clenched his fists, and felt that his strength was much greater than before.
He took another Essence Pill, and the feeling of hunger in his body completely disappeared, and the feeling of weakness also dissipated a little.
After practicing the Six Yang Gong again, the circulation of true Qi became much smoother, and its strength was comparable to that of internal force warriors.
Chen Yuan let out a long sigh and finally felt relieved.
The starlight infusion can really make up for the lost essence and blood, so he doesn't have to wait for several years before he can practice Taoism again.
But this is something that even immortals cannot do. Could it be that the jade pendant is a rare treasure that is more precious than he thought?
Chen Yuan lowered his head and looked at the jade pendant in his hand, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.
(End of this chapter)