Chapter 002: The Purple Person
Moreover, Su Han clearly felt that cultivating in this stone chamber was indeed twice as effective for half the effort; within the same amount of time, it was at least five times more efficient than practicing in the outside world. However, Su Han's cultivation speed had reached an extremely slow pace, and even with a fivefold increase in efficiency, it still fell significantly short compared to an average person
Those who are content are often happy; having is better than not having. Su Han is very content.
Upon thinking of this, Su Han felt a stirring in his heart. Bathed in the immensely rich spiritual energy, his pores involuntarily opened wide, yearning to absorb the spiritual essence.
What on earth is this little thing trying to do
This truly is a blessed land for cultivators! Su Han scratched his head: The spiritual energy here is more than a hundred times denser than that of Yan Yang Mountain! My cultivation speed is as slow as a turtle; if only I could come here to cultivate every day...
What has entered my divine pool!" Su Han exclaimed in panic. The divine pool is the fundamental essence of a cultivator, and it must not be taken lightly. He immediately focused his mind to sense it and soon discovered that within his dark and cloudy divine pool, a small purple figure had appeared at some unknown time.
The old Daoist Zhuque just returned to the mountain gate today. He waited outside the gate only because he did not see his beloved disciple. Upon seeing Su Han return safely, he then went back to bathe and change his clothes, washing away the dust of the journey
Thinking of his master, Su Han felt a wave of warmth in his heart. He was a lonely orphan, taken back to the mountain gate by his master, the old Daoist Zhuque, at the age of 9. The master raised him with care and guided his cultivation, bestowing upon him a grace akin to rebirth
Behind the old Daoist Zhuque stood a middle-aged hunchbacked man, his back bent, with a dark complexion. Beneath a pair of thick, connecting eyebrows, his small, green bean-like eyes sparkled with a glimmer, as he secretly winked at Su Han.
The mysterious space in the valley temporarily became a secret in Su Han's heart. Starting from the next day, he always sought opportunities to sneak away there to cultivate.
Uncle Tuo glanced at the distant Zhuque Daoist, hesitating to speak. Just as Su Han was about to secretly inquire further, several figures flew rapidly from the far-off sky. These figures approached with astonishing speed and soon arrived near the main peak.
While the old Taoist Zhuque and the Taoist Tieyan were exchanging pleasantries, Uncle Tuo quietly explained the details of the Seven Meridians Theory to Su Han beside the bookshelf. After listening, Su Han broke into a cold sweat, as he suddenly understood why Uncle Tuo had said they needed to move out of Yan Yang Mountain.
As the shadows fell to the ground, the foremost figure in a black robe shook his sleeves and laughed heartily, saying, "Brother Zhuque, it has been a while since we last met."
The black stone platform, located in an enigmatic space deep underground, has a drop of blood the size of a lotus seed on its pitch-black surface. The blood drop is a deep crimson, as if it has just fallen onto the platform.
Su Han temporarily cast aside everything before him, swiftly leaving the place, sealing the entrance to the vast space, and burying the illusory soil. After completing his tasks in a flurry, he hurriedly made his way towards Yan Yang Mountain.
The Divine Pool Realm is the first stage of cultivation that a practitioner enters after beginning their journey. It serves as a guide to explore the mysteries of the human body and to unleash infinite potential. However, Su Han's progress in cultivation has been exceedingly slow. He began his training at the age of 9, and after a full 6 years, he remains stagnant at the edge of the Divine Pool Realm. The Divine Pool he has cultivated within is not radiant like those of other practitioners; instead, it is dark and gloomy, as if shrouded in a layer of shadow.
Little rascal, likewise...
In no more than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the purple aura re-entered Su Han's divine pool, condensing into the shape of a small figure. Just as Su Han was pondering this, the purple figure unexpectedly burst forth with a large surge of spiritual energy, nearly transforming him into a transparent meatball
A purple little figure, completely naked, with all four limbs intact, is quietly suspended in the divine pool of Su Han, possessing form yet lacking substance
"It is rare for someone to visit the Sanbao Hall without a purpose. Today, I have come specifically to discuss with my senior brother the matter of next year's Seven Veins Debate." The Iron Swallow Daoist's eyes flickered.
Meanwhile, Su Han discovered that the spiritual energy emitted by the purple figure seemed to be only a portion of the energy it had just consumed, while another portion remained within the figure's body
Within the vast and boundless spaces, an overwhelming and dense aura of spiritual energy, so rich that it seems almost impossible to disperse, is emanating from this drop of blood, no larger than a lotus seed
Damn! So much spiritual energy! Su Han was both surprised and delighted, completely not expecting that the purple figure could actually devour the external spiritual energy and transfer it to himself so swiftly, saving him a lot of time.
He stood here for a long time, and the thought that had been suppressed by confusion and fear involuntarily resurfaced.
"This is Iron Swallow, a junior disciple from Huiyue Mountain," the old Daoist Zhuque replied with a smile. "Junior brother, you seem to be in good spirits today. What brings you to visit the old Daoist?"
Moreover, as the purple figure absorbed more and more spiritual energy, a dim light point appeared on its right arm. Over the course of more than three months, the light point grew increasingly bright. Su Han pondered for a long time but could not understand what the light point on the little figure's right arm was all about
"Why has the little person appeared again?" Su Han opened his eyes and hesitantly looked at the small mass of purple aura above his head, which was a manifestation of the little person.
This! How is this possible! The shock in Su Han's heart was evident
Su Han felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as if his entire head had expanded countless times in an instant, nearly causing him to fall to the ground. Immediately, a barely perceptible fine stream rushed down from the top of his head, only stopping once it entered the divine pool within his body.
He quickened his pace and arrived at the mountain gate, respectfully kneeling before a tall and slender figure, and bowed deeply: "Master, you have returned."
Outside the mountain gate, two figures stood tall. From a distance, Su Hanli felt a sudden jolt in his heart: "The master has truly returned"
Uncertain of the reason, after the purple figure dissolved a portion of the dark clouds over Su Han's divine pool with purple mist, he experienced an unprecedented and peculiar sensation. This feeling was beyond verbal description, yet it was incredibly refreshing, akin to a vast expanse of dark clouds suddenly being swept away by the wind, faintly revealing the warmth of a brilliant sun.
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After a journey of five to six hundred miles, Su Han was panting. By the time he returned to the gate of Yan Yang Mountain, the sky had already darkened
As soon as the old Daoist Zhuque left, the hunchbacked uncle immediately became lively, winking and approaching Su Han, his thick, connected eyebrows twitching: "Little rascal, what good stuff have you gotten today?"
When the first strand of spiritual energy entered the divine pool, the purple figure that had been suspended motionless suddenly seemed to react, stretching its limbs and opening and closing its small mouth incessantly. Before long, the purple figure shot out from Su Han's divine pool, transforming into a faint, ethereal purple mist that frantically devoured the rich spiritual energy within the stone chamber
Although the changes in the Divine Pool are not yet apparent, Su Han himself has experienced the wonderful sensation following the purification of the Divine Pool
Su Han's respect came from the depths of his heart. The old Daoist of the Vermilion Bird regarded him as if he were his own kin. Throughout the year, the old Daoist spent nearly half of his time wandering outside, ostensibly for the purpose of traveling, but in reality, he was searching for spiritual herbs to help Su Han suppress the strange poison.
Uncle Tuo? Su Han wondered, "Weren't we living well on Yan Yang Mountain? Why do we have to move out?"
The Seven Veins Discussion is held once every one hundred years. A hundred years ago, Su Han's master, the old Daoist Zhuque, was still in his youth when he participated in the Seven Veins Discussion, overpowering all competitors and ultimately taking control of Yan Yang Mountain. Time flies, and it can be calculated that next year will mark the new session of the Seven Veins Discussion.
"Master..." Su Han chuckled, rubbing his own head. He had not yet made up his mind whether to reveal to his master what had happened today. The old Daoist Zhuque was too upright; if he were to uncover the secret of that drop of blood, he might treat it as the sacred blood left by the ancestor of the Star God Sect and enshrine it. That would mean losing a precious opportunity for cultivation. Therefore, Su Han decided to keep it hidden for the time being and discuss it later.
If I can truly cultivate here and make faster progress, I can also suffer a little less
It is unclear how much time has passed, but Su Han finally calmed down from his panic. The space remained utterly silent, and the purple figure in the divine pool did not bring any discomfort to Su Han
This person is named Shentuo Daoren, a junior disciple of the Zhuque Laodao and the uncle of Su Han. Although both are from the same school, their temperaments are quite different.
Today, I had bad luck; I encountered only the mhetushu.com Golden Pheasant, but it managed to escape.
The sunrise at the main peak is a magnificent sight in our Star God Mountain Range. Unfortunately, once we move away from Yan Yang Mountain, we will no longer be able to see it, " Uncle Tuo lamented.
Uncle Camel, you are very naughty
Su Han shook his head helplessly. Suddenly, he patted his own head: "Oh no! In just a few days, my master will return to the mountain gate! I've delayed here for so long, and if my master goes back and doesn't see me... No, no, I must hurry back; I cannot make him angry."
Piled high like a mountain, layers upon layers of bones, a hundred-foot deep void underground, a single drop of blood exuding boundless spiritual energy
Su Han wanted to continue watching, but the spiritual energy transferred from the small person was simply too overwhelming. He had no choice but to temporarily focus his mind and concentrate on refining it.
The so-called "Seven Lineages Discussion" is a tradition of the Star God Sect that has been upheld for countless years. Its original intention was to encourage the younger generation of disciples to work diligently and strive for progress. However, since the Star God Sect split into seven lineages three hundred years ago, this discussion has gradually taken on a different meaning, becoming a competition platform for the younger disciples. Ultimately, the disciple who emerges victorious will lead their lineage to take control of the main peak of the Star God Sect, Flame Sun Mountain, and will be entrusted with the sect's treasured artifact, the Star God Ancient Bell.
The small purple figure, after absorbing a limited amount of spiritual energy, transformed it into a small orb of purple mist. The little figure opened and closed its small mouth, and a wisp of purple mist floated out, merging with the dark clouds in Su Han's divine pool. As this wisp of purple mist dissipated, it seemed that the dark clouds in the divine pool also diminished slightly.
An old man and a young boy laughed heartily. The old Daoist of the Vermilion Bird rarely stayed at the mountain gate, so the important task of teaching Su Han fell to the hunchbacked uncle. This man did not possess particularly high cultivation, but he had quite a few miscellaneous skills, and Su Han had already grasped half of their essence.
At the summit of the main peak of Yan Yang Mountain, with its verdant pines and cypress trees, the sound of cranes calling softly creates a scene that seems to transcend the mundane world. The old Taoist of the Vermilion Bird leads Su Han and Uncle Tuo as they gaze at the sunrise from the peak.
In the blink of an eye, more than three months have passed. The rich spiritual energy in the secret chamber has greatly benefited Su Han, and with the assistance of the purple figure in the divine pool, his cultivation speed has increased several times compared to the past. More importantly, whenever Su Han cultivates, the purple figure automatically absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, transforming it into purple energy that dissolves the dark clouds in Su Han's divine pool. In four months, one-tenth of the dark clouds in the divine pool has been dissolved by the purple energy, turning into gray.
Boom
Since then, the old Daoist Zhuque would go out periodically to search for heavenly materials and earthly treasures in the form of spiritual herbs for Su Han. Su Han, by nature mischievous and fearless, would only show utmost respect and obedience when facing his master.
At the moment Su Han was shocked, a faint phantom suddenly emerged from the drop of fresh blood on the stone platform, shooting forth with lightning speed and vanishing into the top of Su Han's head
"The Golden Pheasant King?" The hunchbacked uncle exclaimed regretfully, "What a good thing! How could it escape? This item is highly nourishing, comparable to the century-old demon tiger's whip..."
Su Han possesses a unique constitution; not only is his cultivation speed exceedingly slow, but he also suffers from an innate and peculiar poison that cannot be eradicated. It flares up every three to five days, causing him immense suffering, and he can only temporarily suppress it with precious spiritual herbs. Having arrived at Yan Yang Mountain for just three years, he has consumed all the treasured spiritual herbs that had been collected over the years within the mountain gate.
The old Daoist priest, Zhuque, was kind and serene, dressed in a loose gray hemp robe. His hair and beard had turned completely white, yet they were neatly arranged. His complexion was rosy, and he appeared vigorous, with three strands of long beard swaying in the wind. He smiled as he looked at his young disciple, gently patting Su Han's head: "Where have you been playing again? You only come back when it’s completely dark."
It is unclear how much time has passed, but Su Han gently exhaled and immediately focused again to sense the purple figure in the divine pool. Coincidentally, at the moment Su Han refined the last trace of spiritual energy, the purple figure also released its final trace of purple energy.
This unexpected discovery of a mysterious space, especially the strange drop of blood on the stone platform, filled Su Han with both joy and unease. After a moment of contemplation, he suddenly realized that he had neither stolen nor robbed anything; he had merely stumbled upon this place and was cultivating here. Even if someone were to discover it in the future, they would have no grounds to accuse him of anything.