Chapter 56

Amidst the cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

As the petals of the cherry blossoms fluttered in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written inside.

Xiaoming stood at the classroom door, took a deep breath, and firmly gripped the secret letter from his mother.

"Next time I come, remember to save me some of the special ingredient tokens," Xiaoming suddenly turned back to say as he was leaving, scaring the ghost servant so much that his hand trembled and the crocodile's tail fell to the ground.

"One, two, three!" The ghost servant, following the "three-second" theory, quickly picked up the crocodile's tail and sighed with relief, "Fortunately, it didn't exceed three seconds!"

The ghost servant was drenched in cold sweat, then pretended nothing had happened, picked up the crocodile's tail, and whistled lightly.

Xiaoming glanced at him, almost laughing, and gave the ghost servant a knowing look before leaving leisurely.

"Xiaoming? Not simple at all." The ghost servant watched Xiaoming, who was swinging his ghost pocket and walking leisurely, and said solemnly in his heart.

Back in the chef's apartment in the main kitchen, Xiaoming closed the door, leaned on the sofa, and closed his eyes to rest. He was a bit tired, possibly from eating too much meat and having indigestion.

"Ghost soldier level eight, hundreds of ghost qi pills, a million hell coins, this time the rewards were substantial." Xiaoming's lips curled slightly, and he mumbled to himself. The continuous days, even weeks, of killing had been well-rewarded.

Soon, a steady snore sounded, and Xiaoming dozed off, his face peaceful, smooth, and fair, with a prominent nose and red lips. His long black hair was scattered on the back of the sofa.

To be honest, Xiaoming's appearance was really handsome, with a rare and unpredictable character shaped by the trials of the human world.

If people call such a woman a witch, then Xiaoming is a demonic and extraordinary gentleman of a chaotic world.

After a while, Xiaoming woke up, his eyes opening to reveal deep pupils. He opened his mouth and, from somewhere, pulled out an apple and took a big bite.

The first thing he did upon waking was to eat.

This was the fruit of the hundred-fruit tree, juicy, crisp, and delicious, with its fragrance permeating the entire room.

Xiaoming lived alone, looking around, and found himself the only ghost. His mood gradually shifted, becoming both relaxed and lonely, a strange feeling.

"I don't need to rush to break through to ghost soldier level nine. The current priority is to凝聚七魄脉轮."

"Since the last attempt to凝聚气魄脉轮 failed, it has been delayed. Now I can try to凝聚气魄脉轮 again!"

Xiaoming's expression turned serious, and he sat cross-legged on the sofa, taking out several jade bottles from his ghost pocket, each containing over a hundred ghost qi pills.

After the preparations were complete, Xiaoming began to凝聚气魄脉轮 again.

At the same time, he recalled the knowledge about气魄, which would help him succeed.

所谓气魄，便是气魄！三魂七魄之一！

气魄不像力魄那样实实在在。气魄实中带虚，影响着气势、气场，甚至气运。

一般长期处于高位者，或者气魄天生强大者，他们会很有气势，气场强大，一眼能够镇压别人，不战而屈人之兵，而且气运极佳，时机当头。

Xiaoming needed to凝聚九道气魄，比力魄更难凝聚。生性懦弱者很难凝聚气魄脉轮，终身无法踏入鬼吏境界。

However, it was clear that Xiaoming was not naturally timid. The various trials he had endured in his previous life had already made his heart as hard as iron and steel. Moreover, this was his second attempt at凝聚气魄, making it much easier.

He opened several jade bottles, and a pure, wispy yin qi rose from the bottle mouths. Xiaoming took a deep breath and said, "Not bad, the quality is better than what the ghost government provides. It's more than enough to凝聚气魄."

The last time he failed to凝聚气魄 was due to the insufficient number and lower quality of ghost qi pills.

Xiaoming swallowed a hundred ghost qi pills in one go, his eyelids slowly closing. His forehead was bright and white, like a crystal wall, as he entered a state of "inner vision."

His merit soul was still a yellow, hazy expanse, like a chaotic, unopened world.

The heavenly soul was located in the head, shaped like an umbrella, with a few crystal-clear, glass-like branches and leaves, which were the ghost thoughts Xiaoming had凝聚.

A vague golden statue appeared, with only a faint outline, but its extraordinary nature could be seen. It could suppress external evil thoughts and had already saved Xiaoming once.

The earthly soul remained as it was, with old tree roots, showing no change because he had not yet cultivated it.

The most significant change in Xiaoming's soul was the human soul, resembling a giant tree, with its limbs reaching heaven and earth. The seven魄 were located here, arranged in circles like the rings of a tree trunk.

Among them, the ring representing the力魄 had nine spirals, which were the nine力魄脉轮.

Above and to the left of the力魄, there was another脉轮, near the center of the human soul. Below it was the精魄, and above it was the命魄, also known as the central魄.

At this moment, Xiaoming made the mudra, melting part of the ghost qi pills, which transformed into pure ghost qi and flowed into the气魄 in his soul. At the same time, his ghost body absorbed yin qi from all directions, converting it into ghost qi, which also flowed into the气魄.

If not for the strength of his merit soul, the other souls would have been overwhelmed by the massive amount of ghost qi, leading to their destruction. Only a soul as strong as his merit soul could withstand it.

The branches and leaves on the heavenly soul swayed, and points of crystal light fell, guiding the massive amount of ghost qi to swirl and form spirals in the气魄.

"Rushing water sounds could be faintly heard as the ghost qi swirled violently in the气魄, forming large and small spirals, which then merged, showing signs of凝聚.

However, Xiaoming's eyes remained tightly closed, and a hint of worry appeared on his brow. If凝聚七魄脉轮 were simply creating a spiral in each soul, most ghosts could凝聚七魄脉轮 and enter the ghost official realm, rather than being stuck at ghost soldier level nine.

More ghost qi pills melted, and a large amount of ghost qi flowed in, causing the气魄 area to become overly saturated. The nearby力魄脉轮 began to rotate, absorbing some of the ghost qi to reduce the pressure in the气魄 area.

The large and small spirals merged, leaving about nine, but the脉轮 still showed no signs of凝聚.

It seemed something was missing.

Xiaoming pondered, trying to understand the true nature of气魄.

He recalled the day when the purple girl suppressed Li Dazui with just her aura.

At that time, it seemed like an illusion. Xiaoming saw a sea of purple lavender behind the purple girl, beautiful and magnificent, at the foot of a cold, icy mountain that could freeze one's soul with a single glance.

Li Dazui also released his aura, but it was not as intense as the purple girl's. A vague image of a slaughterhouse appeared, with butcher knives slaughtering fat pigs and bloody iron hooks hanging dead pigs.

These phenomena did not seem to be coincidental. When releasing an aura, one could see strange images.

Xiaoming's eyes brightened, and his thoughts became clearer.

Slaughterhouse, purple lavender...

Li Dazui seemed to have been a butcher in his previous life, and the Purple Garden where the purple girl lived was filled with purple lavender. What was the connection between them?

Xiaoming analyzed, getting closer to the truth.

气魄, aura, presence, qi, qi...

"Qi phenomenon!"

Xiaoming suddenly exclaimed, almost standing up from the sofa. He had realized it!

"Yes, it's the qi phenomenon! After aura and presence comes the qi phenomenon. To凝聚气魄, one must not only be free of distractions and have a forward momentum, but also clearly define the qi phenomenon. The environment also affects the aura, presence, and qi phenomenon."

Understanding it, he was now unblocked!

As if sensing Xiaoming's clear thoughts, the nine spirals in the气魄 area quickly凝聚, and the nine力魄脉轮 in the nearby力魄 area also began to move.

"Indeed, the力魄 and气魄 are not isolated, and the seven魄 are not isolated. The力魄 and气魄 are the main forces of life and action. When凝聚脉轮, the力魄 and气魄 must be interconnected."

Xiaoming's thoughts flowed like a flood, and many previously incomprehensible things became clear.

"Then, what is my aura? What is my environment..." Xiaoming had solved the old problem, but a new one emerged.

The purple girl lived in a place filled with purple, and she loved lavender, so the Purple Garden was planted with lavender, giving her aura a gentle and fragrant quality.

However, because she was a secondary child, she was not favored when her talents were not yet apparent, and she even suffered bullying and unfair treatment. Thus, behind the gentle and elegant lavender was a cold and intimidating ice mountain!

Li Dazui was a butcher in his previous life, and his ancestors were also butchers. His living environment was simple, so his aura was simple, and the qi phenomenon he displayed was also simple, making it easier to凝聚气魄脉轮.

However, Xiaoming's previous environment was too complex. He was an orphan in his childhood, lived in an orphanage, wandered, and was a thief. Later, he had a legendary life, becoming a chef, a killer, a spy, and a rich businessman...

It was astonishing and even unbelievable how a young man in his twenties could achieve what others could not in a lifetime or even several lifetimes.

Because of this complex experience and the numerous professions he had, the versatile Xiaoming did not know what his aura was or what his qi phenomenon should be.

His thoughts were clear, but he was stuck in a dilemma, knowing the problem but unable to solve it.

Xiaoming's brows furrowed. He realized that he did not know what his true self was like!

"Ha ha, I never thought that living with a mask and often pretending to be other roles would make me lose myself, not knowing what my true self is!" Xiaoming laughed bitterly, looking at the empty room with a blank mind and lifeless eyes.

A gentle breeze blew, and the curtains fluttered. The sofa, table, and chairs were all very quiet. Xiaoming unconsciously enjoyed this silence, feeling as if his heart was a bright mirror, clean and free of dust.

The Bodhi tree is not a tree, the mind is like a bright mirror. Originally there is nothing, where does the dust come from?

The Buddhist verse by the Sixth Patriarch Huineng gave Xiaoming a new understanding. The complexities of his past and future gradually cleared, becoming clear and revealing his essence.

What am I like? Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going?

Then, Xiaoming slowly stopped thinking about these vexing questions, as they were meaningless.

I am who I am.

When I don't understand, I am who I am. When I understand, I may not be who I am.

A mysterious aura slowly rose from Xiaoming's ghost body, and in an instant, the nine气魄脉轮 in the human soul凝聚!

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