Chapter 006: Grand Aspirations

As long as the immense spiritual energy breaks through the blockages and damaged meridians, successfully circulating for one complete cycle, one can swiftly overcome the bottleneck and enter the early stage of the mortal realm, officially stepping into the threshold of cultivation

Had I known this would happen, I would not have had so many reservations in the bamboo forest and would have simply taken him out with a single shot

Blood Oath

Slow down, don't leave yet

Moving quietly, I intended to sneak back to my own room to avoid disturbing my mother's sleep. Unexpectedly, after only a few steps, my mother came out wearing her outer garment, still awake in the deep of night.

Study literature to understand principles, practice martial arts to strengthen the body

When the day of revenge arrives, let that scoundrel Mu Qingyuan pay back double, making him bear the heavy price for his foolishness, arrogance, and despicableness

Moving like the wind, still like the pine, every action seems to drain the strength within. After taking a step forward, a sudden lift of the head reveals a thunderous roar in the sky, accompanied by a swirling vortex of energy that spans hundreds of miles. In that instant, everyone feels a tremor deep within their souls, as if their very essence is swaying, ready to drift out of their bodies.

The sound was not loud, yet it was resonant and powerful, echoing through the heavens. In an instant, the remnants of ancient great shamans scattered across various times and spaces surged through time, permeating the body. The ancestral shaman's blood pearl that was swallowed immediately manifested a series of profound runes, pulsating with waves of pure energy, causing the blood energy within the body to surge.

It is not that there is no response; the time has not yet come

Although spring has arrived, the nights are still quite cool, so be sure to wear an extra layer of clothing to avoid catching a cold. This was a reminder from Situ Qing, as a cold breeze swept by, prompting him to wrap his outer garment tighter around himself. Despite being only in his thirties, a few strands of white hair could still be seen under the hazy moonlight, and his long hands were no longer fair and delicate.

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Mu Feng cut his own wrist with a knife, allowing blood to spray onto the ground, as he made the most solemn and severe oath among the disciples of the Witch Sect, declaring his grand ambition

Ancient Sorcery - Soul Gathering

Stand tall and firm, and only rest in death

Mu Feng gritted his teeth, the veins on his neck bulging.

Mu Qingyuan

In Mu Feng's heart, a sudden recollection arose of the evaluation of the ancient great shaman in "The Record of Guangling San." He remembered the scene from a distant memory where the towering ancient ancestor shaman, Zhu Youxuan, reached out with his right hand into the void, causing countless immortals and ancient Buddhas to fall, transforming into countless blood droplets.

The disciple of the Witch Sect, Mu Feng, hereby vows that in this lifetime, he will reach the pinnacle of cultivation and restore the Witch Sect. He will bring peace to the world, ensuring that there are no more grievances. If the heavens are unjust, he will pierce the sky to create a hole. Should I violate this vow, let my soul scatter and fall into the endless abyss of reincarnation

Men are mountains, men are seas

Some people are inherently worthless, a cancer. For such individuals, it is impossible to find peace of mind without eliminating them, and I would spare no expense, no matter the cost!

Boom boom boom, boom boom boom, boom

In the chaotic graveyard to the east of the city, a series of sharp sounds resembling fingernails scraping across the coffin boards emanate from beneath the ground, as if the ancient corpses that have slept for thousands of years are about to awaken

Mu Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and he clenched his fists tightly. Although he knew that Mu Qingyuan was not a good person, he never expected him to be so insidious and so despicable

The roar of the tiger and the thunder of the storm, the sound of thunder refines the bones

Recalling her husband, who was as stubborn as Mu Feng, Situ Qing's eyes turned red, and the tragic scene from many years ago resurfaced in her mind, bringing forth deep sorrow

The remnants of the great sorcerers, rolling in from across time and space, are becoming increasingly numerous, with blood droplets surfacing covered in dense runes. Each rune embodies the thoughts of an ancient sorcerer, even the primordial sorcerers, carrying their will, lingering souls, and power. From a high vantage point, one can observe that the entire Mu residence is enveloped in an ancient and majestic aura.

After parting ways with Mu Qingyuan and the others, Mu Feng resumed gathering some medicinal herbs and returned home, only to find that it was already late at night

Mufeng firmly denied it, unwilling to let his mother worry, "No, it's just some idle gossip and rumors. Mother, please don't take it too seriously!"

Sima Qing sat in front of the dressing table, reflecting on the unbearable past, while Mufeng had already settled cross-legged on the ground in quiet meditation, transforming his pent-up anger into the driving force for his cultivation

Mother

After a long while, she finally raised her head, wiped away the tears on her face, and slowly took down the bun on her head. Gently caressing it, she was reluctant to part with it, recalling the scene of her first encounter with Mufeng's father in the capital. With a sigh, she wrapped the bun in a piece of cloth and placed it on the table

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle!

Mother was right; being born a man means one should strive hard. However, he now feels that practicing martial arts should not merely be about strengthening the body.

Upon closer inspection, what appeared to be runes were clearly ancient great sorcerers, some seated and some standing, performing hand seals in prayer and sacrifice. This vividly resurrects the glorious era of ancient times when the great sorcerers contended with the heavens and earth, vying for brilliance with the sun and moon. Gradually, the energy pulsating from the blood droplets grew increasingly immense, permeating the limbs and bones, repairing and unblocking the damaged meridians; it coalesced into a mass, transforming into pure spiritual power, slowly rotating within the body along an arcane trajectory

Mu Yuan, did you see? Your son at https://mhetushu.com has a temper just like yours. Why, why did you refuse to listen to me the last time?

Sima Qingyi coldly reprimanded, stopping his furious son, "So what if it was the second young master who did it? Are you going to kill him, or are you going to find the elder of criminal law to complain to the old family head? Do you still think the trouble you've caused is not enough?"

Under the pressures of life, the once refined young lady seems like a different person now

Stop, what do you want to do

If it were not for his concern for his mother, he would have immediately rushed over without hesitation. He would kill anyone who stood in his way, be it a god or a Buddha, and he would have to crush that insidious and despicable scoundrel to death!

Once one formally crosses the threshold of cultivation, they may register at the Hall of Transmission, thereby exempting themselves from the annual tribute.

Mu Feng shuddered all over, quickly understanding what was happening. He suddenly turned around and said, "Mu Qingyuan, it must be the misdeed of that scoundrel!"

Tonight, the Chief Steward sent someone over, stating that this year's tribute money has increased by twenty-seven taels compared to last year. If this amount is not paid within five days, we will have to vacate the residence. Si Tuqing's expression remained calm as he looked at his son, who was already a head taller than him, as if discussing a matter unrelated to himself

At a critical moment, Mufeng recalled his mother's admonition, and his reddened eyes gradually cleared up as he turned to leave

After walking just a few steps, suddenly hetushucomcom was called to a halt by his mother, "Did you offend Young Master Mu Qingyuan again and contradict him?"

A man is like a mountain; he must act with composure. A man is like the sea; he should have a broad mind and understand the importance of tolerance. One should possess integrity, yet be aware of the larger situation and know when to advance and retreat. If one cannot endure a moment, they will ultimately achieve nothing significant. Alright, this matter ends here; I will handle it. " Situ Qing cast a faint glance at Mu Feng, turned, and after taking a few steps, looked back and said: " Feng'er, compared to your father, you still have a long way to go! "

In a fit of anger, the character 'Wu' appeared once again, swirling like a dragon and dancing like a phoenix on his forehead. A stream of inexplicable power emanated from the horizon, accompanied by an ancient and weathered aura; the blood beads consumed within accelerated their rotation, causing the blood throughout his body to boil, as if he were a ferocious beast on the verge of eruption

Time, only a brief five days remain

What? Mother, I ... ...

With a thunderous shout, Mufeng exerted all his strength to stir the spiritual energy within him, hoping to seize the opportunity to make a decisive breakthrough and overcome the bottleneck at once

Mu Feng lowered his head in some shame, watching his mother close the door. However, his expression quickly turned icy.

From the ancient ancestral shaman's vast and intricate memories, a mysterious cultivation mantra suddenly surfaced in Mu Feng's mind, causing his body to involuntarily begin to dance.

Um! Mu Feng responded with a sound and walked towards his own room