The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 328 - 196 The Secret of the Whistle_2
Indeed, it is truly cruel. If she were to mutilate herself like that, sorry, I really can’t do it.
The cut from the whistle was shocking, but clearly very precise, only three parts deep into the flesh. Afterward, he discarded the knife, reaching into the wound to fumble for a while.
Not to mention she felt somewhat disgusted watching, even the whistle’s facial muscles couldn’t help but twitch a few times, showing his pain receptors were still functioning normally.
Fortunately, he quickly withdrew his hand, placing a small bag smeared with fresh blood on the table. Even with Ning Xiaoxian’s good eyesight, she could barely make out that it was a small pouch made from the intestines of some creature.
The whistle wiped his hand on his trouser leg, turned the bag inside out, and two small stones fell out.
Two rough stones, intermixed black and white, irregular in shape, of which their counterparts could easily be found on the beach, each about the size of a watermelon seed.
Ning Xiaoxian looked at the two stones without saying a word, patiently waiting for the whistle to bandage the wound on his leg.
This man was silent but intelligent, he would not bother hiding something useless inside his own flesh.
Sure enough, he picked up a stone and placed it in Ning Xiaoxian’s palm: "This is a Jade Seed, I’m giving it to you. If you can find the method to plant it, that would be ideal."
Before she could speak, two exclamations came from within the God Demon Prison. One from Qiongqi, one from Changtian.
"Jade Seed?!" Changtian’s voice contained rare surprise, "This mortal actually has a Jade Seed in hand! No wonder he has to roam the ends of the earth."
She had no choice but to ask for an explanation: "Could you explain? Both of you men, inside and outside the God Demon Prison, are speaking in riddles. How am I supposed to guess this puzzle?"
The whistle pursed his lips and spoke softly: "The surname Hua is a surname I changed myself. My real surname is Yang, and this Jade Seed is my family’s ancestral treasure."
"What exactly is a Jade Seed?"
"A Jade Seed is the seed of Jade Paste. Are you familiar with Jade Paste?"
She was about to shake her head, feeling the name was familiar, she couldn’t help but think deeply. The whistle didn’t wait and went straight to the point:
"Legend has it that after Pangu created Heaven and Earth, his bones became mountains and rivers, and his bone marrow turned into Spirit Jade. The marrow of jade, also known as the essence of jade, contains abundant Spiritual Energy, was a Divine Artifact exclusively enjoyed by the Divine Emperor during Ancient Times, and is also the legendary Immortal Elixir."
She finally remembered, there was a mention in the "Natural History" Mr. Yan lent her: "Famed mountains and rivers, where caves converge, where harmonious qi arises, stone fat and Jade Paste are born. Eating it grants immortality."
However, the whistle shook his head: "Jade Paste can only grow in West Mountain of ancient times, not in ordinary famed mountains and rivers. The claim that its consumption grants immortality is greatly exaggerated. At most, it’s abundant with Spiritual Energy, and another important effect is the purification of Spirit Root. If consumed over a long period, it can enhance the quality of Spirit Root."
Fortunately, she had gained much more knowledge recently and became much more composed; otherwise, she would have been shocked. The geniuses of this world are almost seventy percent innate talent and thirty percent hard work to achieve success. Everyone has a Spirit Root within their body, but with different attributes and qualities, which mostly determines how far an individual can go on their cultivation journey. A Thunder Attribute Spirit Root like Hu Huoer is one in a million, and Quan Shifang’s Spirit Root quality is also very good, otherwise he would not have been taken as a Closed-door Disciple by the Sect Leader of Chaoyun Sect. Many Cultivators never even touch the threshold of the Golden Core Stage in their lifetime, not because they aren’t diligent, but because their innate endowments are simply too poor.
If they had this Jade Paste in hand, those people would be saved. This is not only her thought but probably also the thought of countless Immortal Demon Forces, right? Wen Liangyu developed a Spiritual Tea that could cleanse the Heart Demon and thus became the focus of pursuit by all the powers of the world, yet the value of Jade Paste is even higher than that of Spiritual Tea.
She looked at the whistle with sympathy. He was just a mortal, yet he possessed such a precious treasure; no wonder he had to wander the world.
He spoke quietly: "My ancestors of the Yang Clan were the custodians of Jade Field, responsible for cultivating jade, during Ancient Times. Jade Paste was an Immortal Elixir exclusively for the Central Heavenly Emperor and other Divine Beings, and others could only envy. After two major God Demon wars, many Immortals perished, so some people came to my ancestor to ask for this Jade Paste. He refused to give it, and as the opposing force was too strong, he had to flee. Later, he married and had children in the Mortal World, passing down the Yang Clan lineage."
In just a few words, he recounted a story spanning two or three major eras. Ning Xiaoxian smiled bitterly to herself, thinking this man was really not suited to storytelling.
"My ancestor broke off all clues and hid in the Mortal World, changing his name and keeping a low profile. Moreover, with the Jade Seeds looking so unremarkable on the outside and not leaking any Spiritual Energy, they remained safe and sound for thousands of years. But a few hundred years ago, somehow the news leaked, and an extremely powerful Immortal Sect set their sights on the Yang Clan, determined to control the Jade Paste at all costs."
The whistle paused, obviously not wanting to elaborate. But the rest of the story, she could infer on her own. The Yang Clan presumably survived by evading their pursuers using secret techniques passed down in their family. Although the Jade Seed was never taken, the devastation and disintegration of a family over such a long time were imaginable outcomes. By the time it reached the whistle’s generation, he was the only one left, a solitary individual well into his thirties.
"As a youth, I fled with my father, and an enemy assault ruined my Spirit Root, severing my aspirations for seeking the Dao. When he said this, his expression was indifferent as if recounting someone else’s story, "After my father’s death, I also encountered people from that Immortal Sect, but since the Jade Seed was too small and hidden inside my leg, I finally escaped the Divine Thought scans of the Cultivators." (To be continued. If you like this novel, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)
