bookbashuk Chapter 150 Little Aunt
Chapter 150 Little Aunt
Yang Silang was very cautious.
She Nu was suppressed in his Niwan Palace. If he didn't want She Nu to notice any outside activity, he could block her senses in an instant.
She knew that Yang Silang had several supernatural abilities that he used frequently, allowing him to maintain his peak condition daily. He cultivated martial arts and Taoist arts at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people.
A year has passed, which is about what he estimated—so-so.
"What about the Taoist magic?" Yang Silang continued to ask.
She Nu carefully observed Yang Silang's expression.
"I am a demon and do not know much about human cultivation methods, after all, I have only ever eaten one cultivator."
"I don't know about that."
"If it is a complete Yellow Jade Fruit, according to the memories of that Yellow Family Grandmaster, one can become a Martial Saint and enjoy immortality by practicing martial arts or cultivating Taoism alone, thus enabling us demons to become demon immortals."
"But it's only one-third. If Master wants to cultivate both martial arts and Taoism, it can probably support Master to reach the Grandmaster and Object Control Realm. Then this remaining fruit should be almost used up."
"If one cultivates only Taoism or martial arts, one may reach the Golden Marrow Realm and the Body Transformation Realm."
"Master needs to make a decision soon," she said cautiously. "After all, martial arts and Taoism are both extremely powerful when cultivated to the extreme. If they are cultivated together, it would be a waste of the Yellow Jade Fruit."
"I saw in the memories of the Huang family grandmaster that the path to becoming a Martial Saint and a True Person is such that if one wants to make progress, one must cultivate both martial arts and the Dao."
"Until then, we should try to push one path to its limit and only use the other as a secondary path."
Yang Silang nodded and waved for She Nu to leave.
A soft popping sound.
She Nu dissipated and returned to the Niwan Palace, where it obediently stayed under the lotus platform. Since it had already submitted, it no longer needed to suffer in that sea of blood. However, it had not accomplished anything, so it clung to the outside of the lotus platform like a stone sculpture.
Yang Silang stroked his chin.
She Nu's words made some sense, but he wasn't in a hurry to make a decision. At present, his cultivation level was based on martial arts over Taoism, so he should focus on practicing martial arts first.
However, one cannot neglect spiritual cultivation.
He patted his head and remembered what Wang Daniu had said: all the stones of various colors on that long list had been found and were piled up in the next room.
Yang Silang rushed to the house next door and saw five large burlap sacks piled on the ground. One of the sacks was opened and it was full of stones of various colors, including expensive mutton fat jade and Tianhuang stone, as well as cheap schist and bluestone, all mixed together.
This is exactly what Grandma Tianjing needs; one bag contains one set.
With a wave of his hand, Yang Silang put the five bags of stones into the grid.
One of the rewards for killing Grandma She was that his storage space doubled. Now his storage space has three to five dou (a unit of dry measure), which is not as big as a top-grade storage bag that is three to five rooms in size, but it is not bad either. Not to mention that it can grow in the future, and since it has no physical form, it is not afraid of being captured by the enemy.
He was very satisfied.
Night fell.
Yang Silang rode his big blue donkey, with fine wine and meat hanging from its neck, slowly making his way towards the martial arts hall.
Actually, the martial arts hall wasn't far from here, and he strolled over there. But Daqing asked the master to give it a ride. During the day, it only carried Wang Daniu to the martial arts hall to practice martial arts, and watching that clumsy ox practice was so boring.
Yang Silang had no choice but to grant his request.
Putting everything else aside, Da Qing was undoubtedly the greatest contributor to that single remnant of the yellow jade fruit.
"Master..." Daqing muttered, seeing that no one was around and that Yang Silang seemed relaxed and in a good mood, "Look."
"We're demons, for goodness' sake! Can't we stop living in that filthy, smelly stable?"
"We smelled so good before, but now I feel like I smell terrible..."
When Yang Silang heard it mention the fragrance on its body, he felt nauseous and uncomfortable for some reason.
"Just tell me, where do you want to sleep?"
Daqing grinned.
"I think Da Niu's house is nice. The bed is very wide, the lights are on late every day, and he often chuckles to himself."
"Why don't I go and keep him company?"
Yang Silang shook his head.
"Da Niu would never agree to you sleeping in his bed."
Daqing looked surprised.
"Master, he's so weak, and I'm so strong. Do I need his permission to sleep on the bed? He only deserves to sleep on the floor."
Yang Silang was speechless. Finally, he tapped its head to stop it from having any wishful thinking.
After some haggling between the man and the demon, Yang Silang finally agreed to dismantle the old stable and build a wooden house inside. Inside, there would be a long, brand-new blue stone manger that stretched to both sides of the house, and some beautiful paintings of mares and donkeys would be hung on the walls. Only then did he agree to the deal.
He entered the martial arts hall.
First, they went to the stable. Yang Silang brought the old groom a jar of good wine, and the groom thanked him profusely, saying that there would be no problem in temporarily accommodating Daqing and that he would even add extra ingredients to Daqing.
Daqing, however, had already leaped lightly, its huge body stretching and curling up, and actually jumped directly behind the wooden fence, squeezing a horse next to it and knocking it over.
Yang Silang glanced at it and saw that the fallen horse was the same one that had fought with Daqing for food earlier, and it was a mare.
Daqing's desire for revenge is truly long-standing.
No matter how much Daqing bullies them back.
Yang Silang left the stable and headed straight for the Martial Arts Pagoda. He chatted for a while with the two old men, Kong and Meng, who were guarding the gate, since they hadn't seen each other for seven days.
He left some more wine and meat, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then entered the tower, going into the room where he had previously observed the Five Elements Fist.
He entered the room but had not yet spoken.
The round stone on the roof conjured up an impatient old face, calling out enthusiastically.
"My child... why have you only come today?"
"They said it would take five days, but it's been almost half a month now!"
"I was so anxious I almost went into premature labor!"
Yang Silang was covered in sweat, thinking to himself, "Grandma, don't blame me for your premature birth."
He spent seven days in the secret realm and another seven days indoors. During these seven days, he had to digest and take stock of all his gains, tame She Nu, rummage through the complex memories in her mind, and verify her strength.
They also need to secretly implant the remnant of the Yellow Jade Fruit into their bodies, keeping it a secret from everyone except for the ghost and the demon.
After all, this matter is of paramount importance. Just look at how the young masters of various noble families scrambled for the remaining fragments of the Yellow Jade Fruit; you can tell how precious this treasure is. Of course, Yang Silang occasionally wondered why, given the strength of aristocratic families and their abundant resources, these young masters had not yet reached the level of Grandmaster of Golden Marrow or the Transcendent Realm.
He asked She Nu.
She Nu searched through the memories of the Huang family's grandmaster and said that these young masters were the latest generation of strongmen, but which family didn't have an old monster who was two or three hundred years old guarding it?
No matter how much resources a powerful family has, they are first supplied to the strong. After being distributed layer by layer, the resources that reach these young masters may not be enough. Moreover, they cultivate the best techniques, and breaking through naturally requires far more resources than ordinary people.
In short, Yang Silang did not set foot in the Martial Arts Tower for half a month without realizing it.
"Grandma, you eat and drink first..." Yang Silang sat down cross-legged and opened the wine and meat.
Grandma Tianjing hadn't eaten meat in a long time. With a big gulp, the wine, meat, and chunks of meat flew into her mouth. She ate so fast that she didn't even chew, just sucking away like a bottomless pit.
Yang Silang then briefly recounted his experience in and out of the secret realm.
The story of seizing the Yellow Jade Fruit was omitted, the matter of Da Qing was mentioned, and the matter of She Nu could not be explained, so it was simply left unsaid, as it is too difficult to fabricate lies involving the system.
"Grandma, look..." Yang Silang reached into his sleeve and flicked his wrist, and five burlap sacks appeared on the ground.
"Hey...you're lucky, kid, you even have a storage bag..." Grandma Tianjing misunderstood. When she saw the five burlap sacks on the ground, she took a deep sniff and her face immediately lit up with delight.
"Yes, that's the taste!"
"This is the great tonic for us Crystal Demons."
"Unfortunately, our race is born with difficulty in taking human form and cannot grow hands and feet. I cultivated to the Wandering Soul Realm and learned the method of teleportation, but I was bound inside the building by the talisman array and could not get out."
"Otherwise, it wouldn't have taken three hundred years to reach such a level."
Yang Silang thought to himself that this was a precaution the imperial court had taken against these fabricated demons.
Grandma Tianjing opened her mouth and sucked down sharply!
Inside the five sacks, various stones rattled and rustled. As the sacks gradually shrank, various colored stones—gray, white, yellow, red, and black—rose from them. These stones, controlled by Grandma's demonic power, spun in the air and gradually formed into seven-colored stone pellets, which she then inhaled.
After a while.
Five bags were laid flat on the ground. Yang Silang opened them and found that they were filled with powder. Granny Tianjing had absorbed all the essence of the stone.
"Fellow Daoist," Granny Tianjing addressed her as such, her expression serious, "Give me seven days to refine it. Come back in seven days, and I will impart to you the Ruyi Tianzun Scripture."
"After I transmit the scriptures, I will give birth to a daughter. You need to take her out of the tower as I instruct you."
Yang Silang's heart stirred, recalling the ancestral blood essence and the repair essence he had obtained, and he said.
"Grandma, I found a treasure in the secret realm that can enhance the strength of the demon race. It would be perfect for you to use it."
Grandma Tianjing shook her head.
"Although I am a loyal demon, I am also a prisoner without shackles. I will be trapped in this tower for the rest of my life. I will not be able to escape until I become a demon immortal."
"How could the imperial court allow someone like me to cultivate into a demon immortal?"
"Without becoming a demon immortal, no matter how high one's cultivation level, one is nothing more than a high-ranking prisoner. What meaning does that have for me?"
"If you really have this treasure, use it on my daughter and treat her well."
Seeing that his grandmother was determined, Yang Silang stopped trying to persuade her. He only remembered that his grandmother said that she would be greatly weakened by then, and that it would not be too late to give her the three points to restore her original essence.
Seven days later.
The full moon hangs high in the sky.
Inside the Wujing Pagoda.
Yang Silang lay flat on the ground, looking up at the sky.
Grandma Tianjing said sternly.
"My child, I will break the memory seal in a moment and show you the general text and the volumes below the Wandering Soul Realm..."
"This scripture is profound and extensive. Some practitioners of the past were so engrossed in reading it that they almost died in their rooms after going without food or water for several days. You can't spend the night in the Scripture Tower, so you can only read it, not comprehend it. Remember to die first."
"I will teach you a sealing technique. After I finish demonstrating, I will cast the spell, and your soul will naturally seal the memories you have learned. You can then review them at your leisure."
"Fellow Daoist, next I will need you to take my daughter out of the tower after she gives birth. Do you understand?"
Yang Silang nodded.
Grandma Tianjing addressed her daughter affectionately, but addressed her as "fellow Daoist" with great seriousness, showing that she valued her daughter's escape from the tower much more than the transmission of scriptures.
The former is about passing on one's own bloodline, while the latter is about benefiting others without benefiting oneself; of course, there is a difference.
The crystal on the roof shimmered, becoming crystal clear and flawless, revealing a divine statue emerging from within, treading upon a river of blood...
I don't know how much time passed.
Yang Silang suddenly woke up, feeling a bit dizzy and lightheaded.
The presence of a sealed memory within the soul of the Niwan Palace indicated that the transmission of the cultivation technique had ended.
The presence of a sealed memory within the soul of the Niwan Palace indicated that the transmission of the cultivation technique had ended.
Looking at the crystal on the roof again, the crystal used to look crystal clear because of Granny Tianjing's surging demonic power. Now, the round stone is murky and chaotic, with cracks on it, and looks like it's about to be ruined.
An old woman was vaguely visible inside, but her face was not clearly discernible.
"Child..." Grandma Tianjing's voice came from inside, extremely weak, unable even to maintain a blurry figure, "Quickly take your aunt away..."
"At the hour of Hai (9-11 PM) when the moon is full, the Grandmaster of the Tower will surely be attempting to break through to a higher realm. Only with his mind focused and undistracted can I use a secret method to conceal the fluctuations of demonic energy and give birth to a daughter..."
"Hurry up..."
"My time is up. My soul will soon be scattered, and we will never see each other again..."
You must treat her well.