A life of clearness

Chapter 89 Yao Niang
She once asked the Sword Master Ji Ming: Why am I here and how can I go back?

The answer given by Master Ji Ming Sword was too simple.

"The reason and solution for all this is fate."

When Rong Qing was attracted to Sword Master Chongyu, she thought sweetly that he and I might be destined to be together.

Now it seems that I was thinking too much.

It's karma, not fate.

However, what secrets are behind this fate, Rong Qing still needs to explore it carefully later. After the opening of the sky, she will immediately break through to the Nascent Soul, and even, if there are enough resources, she will recover to the half-step transformation of the god. This is why Fenghuang'er can find Rong Qing with confidence. Although she is interested in the sword intent, it is not good if the cultivation is too low.

The light coming through the window gradually faded away. Rong Qing knew that after tonight, starting tomorrow, the 10,000 selected candidates would truly undergo a fate. Who would be able to succeed in the end...

She must seize this opportunity.

Rong Qing took out a stone box from the storage ring. Inside the box, a piece of plain white cloth was neatly folded.

Although the flower owner did not clearly state how to use it, Rong Qing had roughly guessed how the two people fighting: the male cultivator with the dagger and the young master of the Yuan family released the spiritual plant.

A long bloody wound was cut on the forearm. Using spiritual power to control the blood to condense on the surface without dispersing, Rong Qing picked up the cloth strips and wrapped them around the forearm in circles. With the side that bound the spiritual plant facing inwards, Rong Qing soon covered the entire forearm.

"Well."

She couldn't help but groan.

"Sure enough, it will hurt."

The spiritual plant that was originally bound to the cloth strips came to life when it encountered the monk's blood, which was full of spiritual power. Countless small mouths with sharp teeth sucked and bit Rong Qing's wounds. The sharp thorns of the branches that spread out enchantingly even rushed into Rong Qing's forearm.

It was not until a whole stick of incense had passed that the spiritual plant named Yao Niang finally shrank back onto the cloth strip contentedly after having its fill.

Rong Qing exhaled slowly. "It's done."

"I don't know what the cultivation method of this spiritual plant is called. It's very strange. No slavery or restrictions are required, just a drop of blood to recognize the master, and it will be a death contract." Of course, with Rong Qing's current relationship with the flower owner, it is absolutely impossible to find out any information. "The degree of my spiritual connection with this flower is much stronger than that with the bird. And this flower itself has a weak spiritual intelligence, which means that during a battle, if I have no time to spare to control it, it can also rely on its instinct to assist me. If it is normal, I can also attach my spiritual consciousness to it, and perhaps there will be unexpected benefits in the future."

"However, there are naturally flaws." Rong Qing sighed, but this was within her expectations. "It is not tough in itself, the only special thing about it is that it has a little charm. However, this natural charm can only affect mortals at most, and has little effect on cultivators.

It's useful, but not very useful. If you want to break through to the half-step transformation of the spirit, it will consume resources and the success rate will be extremely low. It's really useless."

The Flower Lord must have a half-step spirit plant, but she would never give it to him. Since Yao Niang was given to Rong Qing by her, she must be the least valuable one in her hands. Rong Qing even guessed that Yao Niang could reach the level of Yuanying Great Perfection, and maybe she was just an early experiment of the Flower Lord.

Rong Qing estimated that Yao Niang would only be used for this period of time. When her cultivation level improved, she would search for suitable spiritual plants. Yao Niang would then be put away and sealed, and would only appear again when her charm was needed.

"Master." A soft girl's voice came from Rong Qing's mind.

Just hearing the sound makes people want to take good care of each other.

"Mrs. Yao?"

"Flower slave greets the master. If the master has any instructions, I will do my best to complete them, not afraid of being torn to pieces." Yao Niang said these words in a delicate and weak voice, with many twists and turns.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have instinctively felt sorry for it. But Rong Qing, as its master, was not affected by Yao Niang's inherent charm at all. Instead, she had a higher evaluation of its intelligence.

If the spirit plant only fights by instinct, it will inevitably be clumsy and stiff. However, if its intelligence is not low, and it is allowed to assist its master autonomously, its cooperation may exceed Rong Qing's expectations.

"Do you remember the flower master?" Rong Qing's eyes flashed and she asked slowly.

"Flower Slave remembers. Since the time when I established my foundation and gained spiritual intelligence, I have only seen Flower Master."

"You are very intelligent. Did you learn your words and thoughts from the Flower Master? Are other spiritual plants the same as you?"

"Yes. The Flower Master fed me spiritual stones, medicinal liquids and other things for more than two hundred years. Later, when I reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, I was sealed by the Flower Master until I met the Master. As for other spiritual plants, I have also seen them beside the Flower Master, but we have never communicated."

"Is it because you are different species and cannot communicate, or is it because the other party is not smart enough to communicate?" Rong Qing grasped the key point. "I... have never met anyone of my kind who can communicate."

This means that Yao Niang is naturally more intelligent than other spiritual plants. Perhaps it has little to do with cultivation, but is more related to the type of spiritual plant.

"Does the Flower Master know that your intelligence has reached this level?"

"The flower master doesn't know. I have never shown it."

Rong Qing smiled silently, knowing that she had gotten a great bargain. The flower owner thought that she had just thrown away a useless piece of trash, but she didn't expect it to be a pearl covered in dust.

Yao Niang was so wise that when she established her foundation and opened her spiritual wisdom, she knew how to conceal herself. After being sealed, she would be recognized as her master when she appeared again. She could not resist the recognition process because the side that sealed her was directly aimed at Rong Qing's flesh and blood. She could not penetrate the cloth and escape, and could only be stained with Rong Qing's blood. When the recognition was over, her instincts had already surrendered to Rong Qing, and her mind and spirit were closely connected. No matter how smart she was, she could not reverse it.

Rong Qing spread out her palms, and dark green branches emerged from her wrists, growing taller and taller, stretching out tender green leaves and tiny thorns, and finally a palm-sized orange flower bloomed right in front of Rong Qing. The petals were soft and tender, and there was white velvet in the center of the flower.

Is it a seed?

"I don't know." Yao Niang quickly sensed its own thoughts. It might not understand itself as well as the flower owner who cultivated it, so it could only answer like this.

"There is something I must ask you. The Flower Master once said that the probability of you breaking through to the Half-Step Divine Transformation is extremely low. Do you know how many resources are needed to cultivate you to break through? Do you have any special things? If you fail to break through, what will happen?"

Yao Niang wanted to conceal it, but her instinctive submission to Rong Qing made her answer very quickly, "The resources that Hua Nu has to break through to the Half-Step Divine Transformation stage are more than ten times that of cultivators of the same level. As for the consequences of failure... I have seen other spiritual plants fail to break through, and their branches and leaves were shattered and they died completely."

Therefore, the Flower Master would never waste resources on Yao Niang. After all, this was a big gamble. If it worked, he would be half a step away from becoming a god. If it didn't work, then all the resources he had spent would have gone down the drain.

"There's no rush to help you break through." Rong Qing slowly closed her palm, and the flower branch obediently retracted back to her forearm. "Just work for me."

In Rong Qing's opinion, there are always more solutions than problems. Just because Hua Zhu can't do it doesn't mean others can't do it. Maybe one day when the opportunity comes, there will be a way to greatly increase the success rate.

The most important thing is that Yao Niang is completely loyal to her and has a high level of intelligence. This gives her a lot of room for maneuver. Since it cannot be used as a pure killing weapon, she should be able to determine its position and use it as an assistant. In the training in the secret realm, she will have an extra pair of eyes and an extra method. Even in the future, there may be a demon cultivation method suitable for Yao Niang... Rong Qing knew that this was a bit unrealistic, but she was looking forward to it.

After Yao Niang recognized her as her master, Rong Qing did not immediately take out the jade slip that recorded the pupil technique, but the white mask. Because practicing the pupil technique requires some special things to assist, and now is too late to prepare. But since Yuan Yanming asked her to study this mask carefully, Rong Qing must take this opportunity to do a rough investigation first.

Her fingertips slowly rubbed the mask, but the warmth seemed unable to reach it, and it was still cold. Seeing the mask, Rong Qing couldn't help but feel apprehensive. After all, she saw with her own eyes how this mask devoured Sima Erba from his face to his entire body.

Do you really want to wear it on your face?

Rong Qing hesitated, but chose to press it on her forehead. It's better to be cautious.

The spiritual consciousness slammed into the white mask, and an invisible bridge seemed to be built between the sea of ​​consciousness and the inside of the white mask.

And in the sea of ​​consciousness, the cold sword intent was ready to move. As long as there was any sign of something wrong, it would immediately cut off the connection between them and preserve the sea of ​​consciousness.

"The world is like straw dogs, and the underworld is bliss." The world in the mask was dark and gloomy. A sinister sneer came to my ears.

"Another destined person, why don't you come with me to see the extravagant scenes of the underworld?" This uncomfortable voice was as if someone was talking next to her ear. Rong Qing seemed to be able to feel the slightest chill entering her ears.

Rong Qing frowned. The voice lingered in her mind. What was even more strange was that she seemed to obey the command instinctively and followed the voice forward step by step.

Everything in front of her eyes was extremely gloomy. All Rong Qing could see was light, not illumination.

"Look ahead, there is a river."

Then Rong Qing saw the slowly flowing lines of black and gray water, and heard the gurgling sound of water in her ears.

"There is a bridge over the river. You came at the perfect time today. There is something exciting to see."

Rong Qing gazed intently and saw a long bridge across the middle of the river. At one end of the bridge, a sedan chair carried by eight people was swaying forward. The four people in front of the sedan chair were boys, and the four people behind the sedan chair were hunchbacked old men. There were also dozens of men and women beating gongs and drums, trying their best to create a lively scene.

Is this a bride? Rong Qing wanted to tell by the color, but the world was all dark. The dark grey sedan and the clothes everyone was wearing made it hard to guess whether the real color was bright red or not.

As if knowing the doubts in Rong Qing's heart, the cold voice slowly said, "In the underworld, there are only happy events, not sad events."

(End of this chapter)