Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 325 - 160: The Mortal Body Has Perished, Yet the Soul Endures
"Hmm. Is it against the rules?"
Third Sister shook her head, "The rules are all made by oneself. In reality, nobody wants to clear the Qi valves, it’s very dangerous and extremely exhausting. But if you take it on, it’s sure to arouse suspicion."
"I’ll just say my physique is very suitable for this job."
"That works."
"By the way, whose body is this Abyssal Prison actually?"
Third Sister replied, "A dead person’s body. That’s all I know, the specifics aren’t clear. This person’s body died, but their soul still lives. It’s called the ’Living Dead Illness.’"
"I see."
The Abyssal Prison is formed from a corpse... From this perspective, the world beyond the Qi valves is the Realm of Divine Soul. Fan Wubing fell into confusion again; if it’s the Realm of Divine Soul, then the Dragon of Destiny and the stars should merely be symbolic. But I can indeed perceive the Circulation Dao from that starry sky.
Why is this?
Fan Wubing couldn’t figure it out.
Third Sister smiled and said, "Stinky little brother, I’m not going to ask what exactly you’re planning to do. Since my brainless brother gave you the tiger mask, it shows that you’ve got some skills. But I just want to say, don’t push yourself, if you need sister’s help, just come to me. I’ve been idle for three hundred years, nowhere to exert my strength. It’s hard to come by a stinky little brother, so don’t die too early."
Fan Wubing felt a warm feeling pass through his heart, "Third Sister, I want to give you something."
"Oh, is it to repay the gift for my eye?" Third Sister tilted her head, "Sister’s standards are quite high. If I’m not satisfied with it, I won’t spare your feelings."
"Close your eyes."
"So mysterious? Don’t you dare do anything bad to sister." Third Sister closed her eyes.
After a brief rustling sound.
"Zheng!"
A sudden sound of zither strings filled the air.
Immediately, a melodious tune unfolded like a brilliant Chapter, flowing in the heart.
Third Sister’s body trembled, she cautiously opened her eyes, as if afraid that the object before her might vanish, and the sound in her ears might fade.
Fan Wubing gently plucked the Bao Li Zither, playing "The Sound of Dragon Rain in the Heavenly River."
At that moment, Third Sister thought she saw Jiang Nianshu, a close friend from the boudoir. Rubbing her eyes and looking again, she realized it was the young Fan Wubing.
Her voice was slightly trembling, "No wonder Li Ming gave you the tiger mask."
When the song finished, the young Fan Wubing was full of youthful spirit, "Third Sister, did you like it?"
Third Sister covered her face with a smile, "Really a stinky little brother."
...
Thanks to Third Sister’s help, Fan Wubing took on the task of clearing the Qi valves.
Everyone was initially puzzled by this decision. In their eyes, Fan Wubing was just a Nascent Soul, and having him clear the Qi valves was so dangerous.
Third Sister handled this very simply by leading the group to personally witness how Fan Wubing cleared the Qi valves.
Seeing Fan Wubing clear the Qi valves as if he were taking a walk left them in shock. Added to his ability to easily manipulate resentful souls upon arriving at the Abyssal Prison, they understood that this guy indeed had some special abilities. No wonder he dared to serve as a Prison Guard with just a Nascent Soul, and they all agreed.
They also didn’t want to clear the Qi valves at all. Having someone take the job, especially someone capable, was naturally the best.
In return, Fan Wubing only needed to clear the Qi valves, while tasks like patrolling, cleaning demonic qi, and serving the boss meals were all assigned to others.
A win-win situation.
Fan Wubing was able to fully dedicate himself to exploring the world beyond the Qi valves.
Absorbing the Power of Circulation, progressing in Circulation Dao.
Every day, he observed the Dragon of Destiny, carrying mountains and rivers, launching charge after charge at the starry sky.
Fan Wubing didn’t give up calling to it, just as it didn’t give up charging at the starry sky.
The progress in cultivation in the world beyond the Qi valves was swift.
Fan Wubing’s blood bar increased significantly every day.
When he first entered the Abyssal Prison, it was [41.29 billion], and after nearly two months, it had already reached [107.37 billion], with blood vitality reaching the sixth layer of integration.
Nascent Soul cultivation and divine soul, sixth-layer integration physical body.
This imbalance was quite severe.
However, Fan Wubing didn’t have much burden now. He long ceased to view cultivation as everything. The Peak of Nascent Soul was merely a façade, to let others know he was a Cultivator, that’s all. In a real fight, it would still come down to the red-black blood bar.
In three years, from a mortal to a Combined Strong Person.
Who would believe that?
In fact, Fan Wubing knew this wasn’t fast. If that Demon Lord who possessed He Chen got the "Blood Calamity Death Immortal Skill," with his abilities, he probably would’ve successfully walked the path to become a demon again long ago.
This world has far too many capable and extraordinary individuals.
Mighty ones possessing bodies, Immortal rebirths, supreme luck, various Sacred Bodies...
In such a diverse world, there are always people existing beyond the ordinary.
Combination? Combination itself has levels, not to mention Xiao Cheng, Mahayana, Tribulation Transcension, Ascension... The Path of Cultivation is endless!
Presently, what Fan Wubing longs for most is probably the Seven Luminaries True Monarch.
What kind of realm is the Seven Luminaries True Monarch? Yet even such an existence would perish, let alone others?
Advancing along such a path is destined to encounter all kinds of people and things.
Fan Wubing thought, once he obtains the Heart Desire, he really needs to calm down and practice earnestly for a while. To be able to go further in the future.
Setting aside these thoughts, he continued conceiving Circulation, probing the Dragon of Destiny.
[’Tongue Desire’ absorbed a wisp of the Power of Circulation, Circulation Dao progressed]
[+500,000 points]
...
On the fourth level of the Abyssal Prison,
Zhao Qi was serving Zhang Yi. Her service wasn’t limited to serving meals.
Of course, Zhang Yi’s massive mountain-like physique made physical copulation impossible. However, spiritual connection was Zhao Qi’s specialty, always providing Zhang Yi with extreme spiritual pleasure to the utmost extent, not only relieving the fatigue of cultivation but also enhancing the soul.
After the pleasure, Zhao Qi lay naked on Zhang Yi’s belly, fingers gently stroking, with disheveled hair like a cover, drenched in sweat, her eyes hazy as if covered in mist.
Zhao Qi said coquettishly, "Boss, this is our thousandth spiritual connection. It’s worth commemorating."
Zhang Yi’s features were almost completely obscured by fat, he asked, "What do you want?"
"I fancy Wu Jiu."
"Fancy him, then go get him."
"Ah, Little Brother Jiu despises me as dirty."
"Dirty?" Zhang Yi breathed out with difficulty, casually picked up a young python transforming into a flood dragon beside him, slurped it into his mouth like noodles and crunched on it, "In this Abyssal Prison, still bothered by dirt? Why not just do it?"
"I do want to, but Third Sister... Third Sister forbid it and even reprimanded me." Zhao Qi said tearfully.
She sneaked a glance at Zhang Yi’s face buried under layers of fat, not knowing the expression that lay beneath, "Then do it here, right in front of me."
Zhao Qi showed a joyful look, "Really?"
"Of course."
Currently, Zhao Qi wasn’t just interested in experiencing that peculiar illness from Fan Wubing.
After being scolded once by Qin San, the desire to do so added a pure layer of venting.
As if people, upon seeing those pure and innocent, can’t help but want to taint them.
Zhao Qi intended to strip away Fan Wubing’s arrogance, make him a subordinate.
Amid layers and layers of fat, Zhang Yi squinted his eyes. He also wished to see what kind of illness Fan Wubing really had, even though Fan Wubing simulated fifty types of illnesses from Sickness City before, he could see that there was still a mysterious, obscure, terrifying yet immensely desired supernatural illness in this young man.
