During the time Lu Guijiu was talking to Lu Shu, in Zhang Jingmo's eyes, he was just spacing out. He thought to himself, staying in this cave for more than 40 days had made the child dumb. So he stretched out his finger and tapped Lu Guijiu's forehead, saying, "What are you thinking about?"
Only then did Lu Guijiu come back to his senses. He felt that Zhang Jingmo's finger was ice cold, and his heart felt even more uncomfortable. He subconsciously reached out to hold Zhang Jingmo's hand and said, "Master, your hand is so cold."
Zhang Jingmo laughed, "You child... My hands have always been like this."
Lu Guijiu pursed his lips, clearly not thinking so.
Seeing that Lu Guijiu didn't say anything, Zhang Jingmo didn't pursue the matter further. After finding Lu Guijiu, he stayed with him by the lake for a few more days. With Zhang Jingmo present, Lu Shu naturally didn't dare to secretly strengthen the seal every day. Thus, Lu Guijiu quickly broke through the obstruction in his dantian and recovered the spiritual energy throughout his body.
However, after recovering his spiritual energy, the spiritual energy circulating in Lu Guijiu's body turned into the domineering extreme yang spiritual energy from the 'Blood Hell Heaven Scripture', while the previous water spiritual energy was forced to only thinly attach to the meridians, looking like it was about to disappear.
Zhang Jingmo naturally knew about the situation with Lu Guijiu's body, but he was very clear that the water spiritual energy refined from the 'Water Extension Scripture' was not as fragile as ordinary water spiritual energy.
It was indeed gentle, and would be changed into whatever shape it was made to be. But at the same time, it was also exceptionally stubborn.
If you burned it with fire, it would turn into mist; if you froze it with ice, it would solidify into a sheet. In short, the form of existence would change, but it would not disappear.
The hidden injuries that Lu Guijiu sustained during cultivation would be repaired by the water spiritual energy, giving Lu Guijiu a perfect body.
This was just the first step in a journey of ten thousand miles. Zhang Jingmo knew that there were still too many things he had to do.
After Lu Guijiu broke through the seal in his body, Zhang Jingmo took him and left the lakeside. Lu Guijiu was naturally happy because he was really tired of eating fish and didn't want to taste it again.
Zhang Jingmo led Lu Guijiu through the Dark Cavern for a few more days.
The Dark Cavern had layers upon layers, with thousands of cave entrances, but Zhang Jingmo walked through it as if he was walking in his own backyard. He would even occasionally have Lu Guijiu stop in place while he left for a moment, and when he returned, the Sumeru ring would have one or two more precious herbs.
Lu Guijiu had long been accustomed to Zhang Jingmo's peculiarities, but when the Giant Face saw it, he clicked his tongue in amazement and said, "Your master is definitely not an ordinary person."
Lu Guijiu was happy to have someone praise his master, so he said, "My master is amazing."
The Giant Face said, "His cultivation doesn't seem to be much, his talent doesn't seem to be much either... but his luck is not bad." If Zhang Jingmo heard the Giant Face's evaluation, he would probably be torn between laughter and tears. Of all things, luck was something he never had.
Others had countless fateful encounters, but his fateful encounters were exchanged with his life.
Walking and stopping like this, Zhang Jingmo led Lu Guijiu to a very strange realm, the core area of the Dark Cavern. Zhang Jingmo had also accidentally discovered it when he was being chased by that monster back then. Later, having achieved the Nascent Soul stage, he came back and thoroughly figured out what this land really was.
On these lands, dense blue mushrooms grew, emitting a soft blue light in the darkness, looking very beautiful.
Zhang Jingmo stopped his footsteps when he was still far away from these mushrooms, and said, "Guijiu, do you recognize this thing?"
Lu Guijiu concentrated and looked carefully, thinking for a moment, but still shook his head. These mushrooms looked strange, and if he had seen them before, he should have an impression.
Zhang Jingmo said, "These mushrooms are called Poison Soil."
Lu Guijiu knew that Zhang Jingmo was going to tell him something important, so he listened carefully.
Zhang Jingmo continued, "Poison Soil, as its name suggests, grows in the soil and is highly toxic."
Lu Guijiu nodded.
Zhang Jingmo said, "Poison Soil is extremely cold in nature, and where it grows is an extremely yin place. The miasma produced by this piece of Poison Soil nourishes the yin ghosts and all the herbs in the entire Dark Cavern." It can be said that this piece of Poison Soil has created the entire Dark Cavern.
Lu Guijiu seemed to understand what Zhang Jingmo was going to say.
Sure enough, Zhang Jingmo pointed to that piece of Poison Soil and said, "You will cultivate here from now on. Whenever this piece of Poison Soil disappears, I will take you out."
Lu Guijiu was a little dumbfounded. He had guessed that Zhang Jingmo would give him requirements, but he didn't expect it to be such a requirement.
Zhang Jingmo said, "How about it?"
Faced with Zhang Jingmo's order, Lu Guijiu swallowed the words he wanted to say and said, "Disciple obeys the order."
The growing environment of Poison Soil is very harsh. It must be an extremely yin and cold place. The Dark Cavern goes deep down, with countless caves, and because it is facing away from the sun, it naturally provides an environment for the growth of Poison Soil.
The requirement Zhang Jingmo gave to Lu Guijiu was: let the Poison Soil disappear naturally without destroying it.
This requires Lu Guijiu to change the growing environment of this piece of Poison Soil - he must refine himself into an extremely yang object, with yang energy strong enough to make the entire piece of Poison Soil unable to grow.
This requirement can no longer be described as difficult. Lu Guijiu even began to suspect that he would have to spend the next few decades in this cave.
Compared with Lu Guijiu's low spirits, Big Face almost smiled his face into a flower. He heard Zhang Jingmo's request and called out "good" several times. If he had hands and feet, he would probably jump up to celebrate.
Lu Guijiu said gloomily, "What's so good about it."
Big Face said, "Your master is really a powerful character. Alas, if I had known this earlier, I shouldn't have let you waste time at the bottom of that lake." Is there a better place to cultivate the "Blood Hell Heaven Scripture" than this place? Absolutely not.
Lu Guijiu said, "Look at how many of these Poison Soil mushrooms there are."
Big Face said, "Just a few thousand."
Lu Guijiu said gloomily again, "Then when will they all wither?"
Big Face said, "You should be able to do it before you die of old age."
Lu Guijiu didn't want to talk anymore. He sat down silently and stopped paying attention to Big Face, and began to circulate the supreme yang spiritual energy in his body.
He practiced for a whole day, and when he stopped because he was hungry, the first thing he did was to look at the Poison Soil not far from his feet.
The Poison Soil still emitted a soft blue light, as if mocking Lu Guijiu: What's the use of you practicing like this, I can still live well.
Seeing Lu Guijiu's restless mind, Zhang Jingmo patted him on the back and said, "What are you thinking?"
Lu Guijiu sighed, "Master, when can I go out?"
Zhang Jingmo said, "What do you want to go out for?"
Lu Guijiu was about to say, go out to find Master, but when the words reached his mouth, he found that he didn't need to go out to find Master at all.
Because his master was sitting beside him, watching over him and protecting him, making him become stronger and stronger.
Thinking of this, Lu Guijiu's heart suddenly calmed down. He gently exhaled and said, "Master, don't go. Disciple will cultivate well."
Zhang Jingmo smiled and said, "Where would I go if you are here." -- In this life, I, Zhang Jingmo, live thoroughly for you, Lu Guijiu.
Hello! I'm Echo, and I've always been fascinated by how stories can connect us across different worlds. When I'm not translating, I'm probably playing guitar or experimenting in the kitchen. I hope my translations resonate with you, just like a good melody
Give me feedback at moc.ebircssutol@ohce.