Chapter 6: Can It Really Be Cultivated?
That is to say, these are old news, and it's unclear where they might be now! In the Immortal World, there are those who are extremely lucky, who just happen to discover all sorts of treasures in the most desolate and dangerous corners, and proudly call it "Immortal Fate". No, this method is not reliable, she does not want to risk her life crossing the Great Snow Mountain only to find that the Nanming Lihuo Sword has been taken by someone else, how frustrating would that be?
"What's the second method?"
"Find my True Body. Once God Demon Prison is opened and the True Body enters, it will naturally break this Dragon Binding Rope."
"True Body? What is this body of yours now?" She looked him up and down, this was indeed a flesh body with arms, legs, and muscles, not an illusion.
"This is just an External Body. This prison cannot contain my True Body." If his True Body were here, the God Demon Prison would have been demolished by him long ago.
"Hmm, this method sounds more reliable!" said the young girl in front of him. But what exactly is reliable? How many new words have emerged in the Mortal World during his absence?
She smiled with her eyes curving: "Then let's settle on that, let's go find your True Body! Where is it?"
"In the western hinterland of the Nan Zhanbu Continent. Time has passed for too long, we need to go there to know the exact location. Where are you now?"
"Our current location? It seems to be in the eastern part of the Nan Zhanbu Continent, and crossing the Chixiao Mountain would get us to the seaside." It's been almost a year since she arrived, she knew this continent was divided into four major continents: Dongsheng Divine Continent, Western Continent, Nan Zhanbu Continent, and Northern Continent, among which Nan Zhanbu Continent has the broadest territory and the most residents including Humans, Demons, and demon creatures.
He finally couldn't hold back: "Do you even know your limitations? From your current position to find my True Body, aren't there tens of millions of miles in between? With just your mortal body?" He sized her up, his face clearly displaying disdain, "You might not get a hundred miles without perishing."
She became angry: "Times have changed, you ancient relic! What Ancient Great Demons, there aren't many left out there now!" She hadn't seen them herself, just heard the disciples of the Chi Xiao Sect constantly discussing various Immortal Sects, Independent Immortals, mortals, etc., demon creatures were mentioned too, but it seemed that they were not taken seriously, as if they were just prey for the Sword Immortals. It seemed that either all the great monsters had hidden themselves or had already died. How would she be so lucky to run into a demon when stepping outside?
He snorted coldly: "Then, has the status of mortals improved at all?"
"That hasn't, no," she sighed, hit right on the sore spot. But she is Ning Xiaoxian after all, quickly changing her tone, she said righteously:
"That's why I need your help. Look, I am willing to help you find your True Body, venturing thousands of miles, not knowing how many hardships and dangers I will encounter along the way. You also mentioned it, with demons rampant outside, Immortal Sects fighting, and the risks of being robbed, attacked, or eaten, such a heroic and chivalrous spirit is rarely found in this age! As the beneficiary, shouldn't you show some gratitude?" She gathered her breath, and finally stated her real purpose:
"Do you have a useful Magic Artifact that can let me cut through all obstacles, pushing forward fearlessly?"
Changtian looked at her intently for a long while, making her anxious, then said with pursed lips: "I have never needed a Magic Artifact for fighting, relying solely on my physical body. Only weak Humans and Divine Race need to depend on external objects."
Look at you speaking so arrogantly, actually meaning you don't have any, right?
"Then do you have an Immortal Elixir that can allow me to renew my body and cleanse my marrow?" She actually envied Cultivators, "At least let me have a Cultivation Spirit Root."
"No." His answer was still very heartless, but fortunately, before she fell into despair, there came a major turn:
"However, the Demon Transformation Spring infused with my Divine Power, if you can stably absorb it, could gradually grant you Divine Power. Then, I can teach you some Divine Skills."
Awesome! Isn't this a great deal? "But someone told me that without a Spirit Root, it's impossible to cultivate."
Changtian dismissed with a snort, "What narrow-mindedness! Haven't you heard that in the ancient times, the great powers of the Human Clan didn't fuss about having a Spirit Root." He paused, adding, "Having a saintly body was common. Spirit Roots just distinguish the methods and difficulties of Mortal Cultivation."
However, he didn't tell her that if she absorbed the Divine Power of the Ba Snake, she wouldn't be practicing the Immortal Law of the Human Clan, but the Divine Skills of the Demon Clan.
So, can I really cultivate immortality? Ning Xiaoxian bit her lower lip hard.
Ouch! It definitely isn't a dream.
"How should I absorb it?" She peeked towards the Demon Transformation Spring, the small clear spring now looking quite adorable, "Do I just drink it?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she was grossed out by her own thought. Drinking his bathwater? Though he's handsome, Miss Ning has her dignity too.
Changtian was all but exasperated, his voice carrying a rare tinge of anger, "Don't spout nonsense! Just stand in the water."
Stand in it? She blinked, noticing a red, risky-looking line on the ground before entering the spring. Could there be danger in stepping in? Would he suddenly turn hostile? Choosing between risks and opportunities is really tough.
Ignoring the conflicted look on Ning Xiaoxian's face, he continued, "However, if you step in now, you might just end up exploding and dying. You are nothing but a mere Mortal Body right now, and the gap between I and you is like that between a giant elephant and..." He paused, considering a comparison.
"An ant, I know!" Used to being demeaned, she suggested obsequiously.
Surprisingly, he went further, "No, a creature hundreds of times smaller than an ant."
She rolled her eyes, oh, handsome guy, you're truly talented, being in the Immortal World, how do you even know there are microbes out there?
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"...So, even a slightest touch of the Demon Transformation Water, let alone a dip, would not be bearable and would destroy you completely."
She felt despondent. After all this talk, he still couldn't help her. "So what you mean is, I can only remain a useless mortal?"
Changtian pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "There's another way. The Fifth Floor of the God Demon Prison is an independent space containing soil that allows one to control the growth rate of plants as desired and enrich them with Spiritual Energy. If you persist in consuming these, your physical constitution could gradually change. When you can withstand my Divine Power, it wouldn't be too late to enter the Evolution Demon Spring Water."
"But what?" She looked at him derisively, this man always likes gasping midway through, there had to be a "but" waiting for her. Maybe it's because he's been lonely for 30,000 years that his heart has turned so wicked.
Looking somewhat sheepish, he said, "But the growth of the soil also requires nutrients, and I can't help with that temporarily, as almost all my strength is used to maintain the operation of the God Demon Prison. You must capture demon beasts or cultivators and confine them in the God Demon Prison, drawing their essence to feed the soil."
Expectedly another impossible "but". She was almost numbed by it, staying silent and standing up to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"Going back to farming and cooking, doing what a mortal should do."
Now she understood, this was simply a deathtrap, a vicious cycle. How could a weak woman with no power to truss a chicken capture demon beasts or cultivators? Without captures, she couldn't nourish the soil, nor improve her constitution, thus she would remain a weak woman, powerless until she aged and died in this world, or until one fortunate day when she might be killed or eaten.