readsfreenovel Chapter 311 - 251: Blood Essence and Blood Longevity
Chapter 311 - 251: Blood Essence and Blood Longevity
Jinbao was still hibernating. Its breakthrough from the Late-stage Qi Refining to the Foundation Establishment Stage was a difficult leap—a transcendence of its very Life Origin—so it needed more time to slumber.
Nanli, on the other hand, was merely undergoing normal growth, and a year and a half had been sufficient for her.
For the past two years, Fang Qingyuan had been bringing Yinbao here, making it practice its flying techniques to rekindle the passion it once had during its flight-racing days.
Otherwise, given Yinbao’s previous lazy attitude of simply eating and waiting to die, it would have undoubtedly failed even after consuming the heart of the Sea Spirit Whale.
Fang Qingyuan had truly gone to great lengths for this old companion, who possessed neither natural Talent nor ambition.
However, Fang Qingyuan’s efforts over the past two years had not been in vain. Through various means, Yinbao had become agile, fierce, and brimming with fighting spirit.
A short while later, Yinbao snatched another fish from the distant sea and tossed it in front of Nanli.
Nanli wanted to swallow it whole, but remembering Fang Qingyuan’s earlier instructions, she instead spewed a mesmerizing blue flame from her beak, instantly roasting the fish through and through.
This ball of blue flame was the Divine Technique she had awakened this time, a natural Talent fully named ’Nanming Glazed Fire’.
For now, limited by Nanli’s cultivation level, the Glazed Fire’s power was not yet strong enough. It was a far cry from the terrifying might of her mother’s flame, which could scorch space itself. Still, it was potent enough to pose a significant threat to a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
However, the taste of a fish cooked in this manner clearly wasn’t to Nanli’s liking. After she ate it, a few sparks puffed out from her nostrils.
The Nanming Glazed Fire was a Magical Flame with an upper limit at the level of the Twenty-Eight Mansions. In its ultimate form, not even a Golden Core Cultivator would dare be touched by its heat.
The fire had two main properties: it could burn anything and was as translucent as glass. It was especially effective at suppressing unorthodox and demonic arts, such as those involving ghosts, corpses, and demons.
As it was, when Nanli used it, the flame was merely more powerful than a High-level Taoist Skill; it had not yet reached the might of a Nine Luminaries-level art.
Still, Nanli now possessed some combat strength; she was no longer the helpless little fledgling who could be bullied by anyone.
After eating a few large fish, Nanli felt a bit better. Although Fang Qingyuan never let her go hungry, she had just wanted to get out for some fresh air.
The boundless sea stretched out before her, and the enchanting scenery where the ocean and sky merged into one captivated her gaze.
Fang Qingyuan remained seated cross-legged on the reef of a desolate island. The place was over a thousand li from the Iron Wind Islands, an unnamed islet of reefs. It was less an island and more a collection of rocks that broke the surface; once the tide rose, the entire area would be submerged.
The place seemed remote and desolate, but within the perception of Fang Qingyuan’s Mind Map, the creatures in a forty-li radius were incredibly diverse and abundant.
In the distant ocean, hundreds of meters below the surface, were the tracks of numerous large sea beasts. In the water, their strength was equivalent to the Foundation Establishment Stage.
They lived and reproduced in schools, and for the past two years, Fang Qingyuan had brought Yinbao here from time to time, training his beast while observing the movements of these sea creatures.
Unfortunately, the range of his Mind Map was only forty li at most, whereas these hippocampus-like beasts had a roaming area of over a thousand li. They only came to this area occasionally, so for the rest of the time, Fang Qingyuan could only cultivate in silence.
In the ocean, a place where Water Spiritual Power was most abundant, Fang Qingyuan was currently focusing his cultivation on his Water Spirit Root.
The Five Spirits Form-Refining True Manual he cultivated allowed him to first absorb Water Spiritual Power, then perform the Five Elements Rotation within his body. This process converted the Water Spiritual Power into Five Elements Spiritual Qi, which increased his cultivation speed.
However, there was one problem: Fang Qingyuan’s Five Elements Spirit Root aptitudes were not balanced. When he performed the Five Elements Rotation, his Metal and Wood Spirit Roots always absorbed too much Spiritual Power, making his cultivation less than smooth.
Currently, Fang Qingyuan’s Five Elements Spirit Root aptitudes were: Metal 33, Wood 33, Earth 31, Fire 31, and Water 31.
Although it was only a two-point difference, the higher the Spirit Root aptitude, the more each point represented an almost insurmountable gap.
’Perhaps I should raise the aptitude of the other three Spirit Roots first. It’s time. After two years of observation, it’s finally time to reap the rewards.’
As the thought flashed through his mind, Fang Qingyuan stood up. With a wave of his hand, he recalled Nanli into the Immortal Mansion. He then stepped onto Yinbao’s head, and in the next moment, Yinbao flapped its bat-like wings and plunged into the deep sea before them.
The massive, five-to-six-zhang-long ray entered the water without so much as a splash—a result of Yinbao’s diligent practice.
After slipping silently into the water, Yinbao swam swiftly toward the location Fang Qingyuan projected into its mind.
Yinbao’s speed in the water was even greater than in the air. In less than a hundred breaths, it arrived not far from the school of hippocampus-like beasts.
Ahead, a dozen or so hippocampus-like beasts of varying sizes were still feeding leisurely, completely unaware of the approaching danger.
Only their leader, the largest of the pack, stopped feeding and began to look around uneasily.
Seeing this, Fang Qingyuan silently channeled his spiritual soul and chanted in a low voice:
"Decree! Soul-bind!"
As the command was given, Fang Qingyuan unleashed a binding technique from the Yindu Black Law Soul-Binding Spell.
As he spoke, a series of sharp CLANKS echoed before him. A jet-black chain materialized from thin air in an instant. Simultaneously, innumerable, intricate runes spread across it like wildfire, covering its entire length.