I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players-Chapter 537 - 28: Pseudo-humans Invade Fish Wine City
Sword Casting Manor.
These days, Ning Zheng goes out early and returns late every day; besides showing his face at the manor, most of the time he’s at Xinyi Continent City+2+2+2.
He’s become infatuated with this feeling.
As for Fish Wine City above his head?
Ning Zheng is reluctant to go.
First of all, there’s really nothing worthwhile to visit; compared to Xinyi Continent City, it’s far less prosperous. Secondly, the residents look at him warily, full of distance.
Though Ning Zheng understands their fear of him as the "bandit leader," understanding doesn’t mean he’s willing to warm their cold shoulders.
Going to Xinyi Continent City, seeing people worship statues, fervently praising Xi Rong... Isn’t that better?
Every day +2+2, being extolled every day.
A bunch of scholars, devising ways to compose poems and make odes, singing praises, making paintings and couplets with Xi Rong as the main subject; countless scholars start to compete and engage.
Just watching these scholars compete makes him feel overjoyed.
At this moment, he looked at his Qi Fortune Value in the room.
[Current Qi Fortune Value: 1.21 million]
Profitable!
"It’s about time to step into the Two-Phase Realm." Ning Zheng felt very satisfied.
Every realm is a cycle.
The Two-Phase Realm is also a cycle; it’s the Yin Yang cycle.
A life always possesses Yin Qi and Yang Qi.
As the saying goes, lone Yin cannot survive, and solitary Yang cannot grow, this is what it means.
Stepping into this Two-Phase Realm entails possessing Yin and Yang Dharma Aspects.
One is the primary Dharma Aspect, which can house the soul and guard the body.
One is the auxiliary Dharma Aspect, capable of out-of-body experience, acting as a Day Traveling God.
Hence, when an external Dharma Aspect dies.
The Dharma Aspect within the body can recover through the Yin Yang cycle.
"I now have my own Dharma Aspect."
Ning Zheng sighed deeply; suddenly, a shadow emerged from his body, gradually becoming solid.
This Dharma Aspect was magnificently majestic, sitting cross-legged, with Three Flowers as a cushion, giving an indescribable sense of powerful awe, a forceful deterrent.
"From now on, I can travel the world, explore various secret realms and ancient tombs, enjoy the thrill of adventure and tomb-raiding."
Ning Zheng was delighted.
The Two-Phase Realm is the beginning of top-level cultivators.
Three Elements Realm?
At this stage, those useless iron scrap cultivators are all in seclusion at home, frantically growing Three Flowers, practicing photosynthesis in nurseries.
Now, as a cultivator in the Two-Phase Realm, he can imitate others and irritate the neutral cemetery cluster behind the nursery.
Buzzing around like flies and mosquitoes, pilfering everywhere, but those powerful beings can only swat and kill them; otherwise, they are helpless.
...
...
Fish Wine City.
The young blacksmiths began repairing the streets, paving roads with shells and pebbles, and constructing coral streetlights.
Their constructions are very creative in design.
Take this coral streetlight, for instance; the bulb is a large glass dome, inside houses a group of lanternfish.
"Lanternfish streetlights are just too cool."
"This streetlight’s energy source is a palm-sized meat field every day, so eco-friendly and clean!"
The group of young blacksmiths was very pleased.
In the distance, a three-meter-tall big crab, although intellectually deficient, could still understand commands.
"Wow, wow, wow, watch my crab excavator!"
A young blacksmith riding on its head commanded it madly, with the giant claws like an excavator, continually digging the road.
"Let me have some fun, I’m a Roll-N-Fly graduate!"
"Nonsense! My excavator skills are certified advanced, let me do it!"
A crowd gathered around the big crab, clamoring.
The entire city was fervently rebuilding.
Various giant sea beasts were being directed by young blacksmiths throughout the city.
And the scholar White Flower was also among them, assisting in negotiating with residents and providing some suggestions.
"Life is so good."
A sense of happiness filled White Flower’s eyes.
Dusk, after hosting a bonfire banquet, several young blacksmiths logged off peacefully.
White Flower returned to his residence, comforted the sub-human children in the academy, and safely fell asleep.
In the middle of the night.
In the wrecked coral bush, the scarred academy house.
Suddenly, in the sky, a black spider-like creature with long thin legs stealthily flowed down along the tidal streams, entering the room through the window.
In the pitch-black night, several children on the communal bed tossed and turned, their breathing harmonious. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
That strange creature crawled around the bed for a while, finally choosing a child before diving in with a piercing sound. A stem-like thorn merging into the skin, instantly burrowing in.
Subsequently, the sky continued to flow in a peculiar cluster of sharp slender-legged flowers, like dandelions, each burrowing into the remaining children’s skin.
"Uh!" Several children, half-awake, just reached out to pat the invaded skin, faces filled with smiles, seemingly in a sweet dream.
At midnight.
White Flower woke up needing to urinate.
He slowly got up and walked towards the toilet.
I don’t know why the entire academy is particularly silent today, making White Flower inexplicably anxious and a little uneasy inside.
Perhaps I’ve told too many horror stories at the bonfire lately?
"Life in this city has been getting better and better."
He felt a chill and walked towards the restroom. Suddenly, he felt a sharp cold attack from behind.
It was as if some creature pierced his skin and burrowed viciously into his neck.
"Ah!!"
Instinctively, White Flower clutched his neck, whimpering.
His heart was pounding wildly, as if some deep-rooted fear was afraid of this strange creature.
Suddenly, a voice echoed in the depths of his mind.
"I am the world’s most perfect treasure."
"Having me can give you immense power, peerless beauty, endless wealth, and the potential to conquer the world."
One tempting voice after another sounded in his heart.
But White Flower turned a deaf ear, proving himself to be a ruthless person; he squeezed his neck until it turned red.
"This thing wants to get into my head, I can’t let it get into my head." He frantically clutched his neck, banging his head against the ground.
Dong!
Dong dong!!!
He slammed his head violently on the ground; the intense pain made him increasingly clear-headed.
The sound was so loud, like ringing a bell, yet no one in the entire academy awoke.
Until he nearly strangled himself to the brink of suffocation, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he unknowingly fainted.
The next morning.
A few children in the academy awakened, intending to use the restroom, only to find White Flower lying on the ground.
Seeing the sticky mess in his pants, the students immediately mocked him, "Teacher White Flower, did you wet your pants?"
White Flower groggily awoke, looking at everyone.
He didn’t clearly remember what happened last night, as if something attacked him; could it have been a dream?
He didn’t dwell on it, had breakfast, and took the students to class.
While teaching, he noticed the children seemed slightly smarter, their aptitude better.
"It’s about time for some of the kids to awaken the Three Flowers."
In the days following the siege, because he could teach wholeheartedly, some age-appropriate children already possessed the potential to awaken the Three Flowers.
After all, they were in their teens and it was time to awaken the Three Flowers.
They came to the spiritual root testing stele inside the academy.
White Flower said:
"You are all hybrids of the Human Race and Sea Race demon beasts. Some of you inherit the spiritless root from the Human Race, while others inherit the innate spirit root from demon beasts."
"Logically speaking, those who inherit the Human Race’s spiritless root have greater potential, allowing any postnatal spiritual root, but it’s not that simple."
"We are too poor to afford good spiritual roots for you, maybe just lower-grade ones."
"Those who inherit the demon beast part, most inherently have middle-grade spiritual roots as a minimum."
"Although aptitude was tested before, it still needs to be retested."
...
Very quickly, White Flower tested them.
He discovered they all had spiritual roots, and they didn’t resemble the Sea Race’s roots.
Rather, they seemed like innate Human Race roots, with wind, fire, thunder, and lightning elements, and of decent quality, between middle and upper-grade spiritual roots.
"What... what’s going on?"
White Flower’s heart pounded, "Their spiritual roots... how have they changed? This aura, does it seem like innate spirit roots? How did they all turn into innate Human Race roots?"
But this made the children very happy, and one with a reckless personality immediately began to awaken the Three Flowers, stepping onto the path of cultivation.
Crash!
"Three flowers bloom, then I know who I am!"
That child immediately opened the Immortal Gate.
But soon, his whole body trembled, and his complexion gradually turned rigid.
"Qing, are you alright?" White Flower inquired curiously.
"Teacher, of course I’m fine."
Qing smiled, scratching his head, his voice somewhat cold and rigid, "The flowers have bloomed, and I already know who... I truly am, I have fully seen my true self."
"You’ve... stepped onto the path of cultivation." White Flower hesitated, eventually managing to say just those few words.
Nervously scratching his head, it was clearly a habit unique to Qing.
This Qing before him, whether standing posture, sitting posture, way of speaking, was clearly Qing, yet it evoked a chilling sense of unfamiliarity.
There was no rational evidence.
But emotionally, intuitively, it gave off a very unnatural feeling of dissonance.
White Flower was creeped out.
It was an absolutely indescribable sense of unfamiliarity, like being replaced by some terrifying creature from the sun and moon of a day-to-day relative.
He simply awakened the Three Flowers, how did it...
In the long history of humanity, there has always been this one saying: blooms reveal me.
The blossoms bloom, reveal me.
But the revealed me after the flowers bloom, is this the real Qing...?
Is what is revealed truly the real self...
Could it be that after awakening the Three Flowers, one is replaced by some "me."
"Pseudo-human..." For some reason, White Flower recalled a story from the "Ancestral Human Biography" he told at the bonfire that night.
—It has already come, mingled among us.
