Chapter 40

In a daze, a gentle breeze seemed to rise in the air. Feng Ying, sensing the change, opened her beautiful eyes wide and nimbly burrowed into Feng Yin's embrace.

As time passed, she had long grown accustomed to these opportunities to benefit from Feng Yin.

Here it comes again...

Boundless spiritual energy gathered from all directions, quietly yet swiftly, merging into Feng Yin's body and flowing through his meridians.

In no time, a spiritual energy vortex formed in his dantian.

Since the day he had enlightened Xu Lao San and Xu Lao Si, Feng Yin had felt exhausted for a while and discovered that this enlightening ability derived from the Spirit Transformation Scripture was best used only once a day.

Of course, it wasn't impossible to use it more than once; otherwise, he couldn't have consecutively enlightened the two Xu brothers that day.

However, the cost of using it more than once was a feeling of being drained, not only damaging his own cultivation but also leaving him weak for several days, with both his physical condition and cultivation efficiency significantly reduced.

It wasn't until the past two days that Feng Yin felt his cultivation state had returned to normal, and he had also made up for the losses from that night.

Although he had paid such a price, he had no regrets about what he had done for Xu Lao San and Xu Lao Si that night.

As long as his heart was at peace, the rest didn't matter.

—This was Feng Yin's life creed.

The spiritual energy continued to gather, but Feng Yin's body seemed like a bottomless pit, swallowing the endless spiritual energy like a whale.

Feng Ying curled up in Feng Yin's embrace, closed her eyes, and seemed to be asleep, but her fur shimmered with a crystalline luster.

—Over time, Feng Yin had finally shed the title of "nanny," and Feng Ying only needed to curl up in his embrace to follow his cultivation.

At first, the little one was very unwilling. But she gradually got used to it, and now, even when Feng Yin tried to entice her by opening his shirt, the little one felt embarrassed and refused to suckle.

This made Feng Yin sigh: The child has grown up, become a young lady, and knows how to be shy...

As Feng Yin cultivated...

In the courtyard, the leaves of the two newly transplanted ironheart hibiscus, which had been somewhat drooping, perked up as the abundant spiritual energy flowed, turning a vibrant green and gently swaying, as if very content.

Clearly, this surge of spiritual energy had benefited the two trees.

Feng Yin's cultivation this time lasted exceptionally long, with his dantian continuously absorbing spiritual energy like a bottomless pit, but his meridians felt no pain or swelling.

His meridians had grown to such a state at some point.

The spiritual energy vortex of the Spirit Transformation Scripture had long formed, but the spiritual energy continued to rush in.

The reason was simple: Feng Yin clearly intended to break through the innate barrier in this cultivation session.

Feng Yin's judgment was correct; the innate barrier was indeed unstable, swaying under the impact of the abundant spiritual energy.

A clear and tangible feeling arose in Feng Yin's mind: Crossing this threshold, everything will be different!

This feeling was so clear and real that it generated an urgent desire to cross the threshold.

This cultivation session lasted from afternoon to night, with him sitting still, continuously absorbing spiritual energy like a whale.

Finally, at a certain moment, the spiritual energy stopped flowing.

At that instant, the spiritual energy in his meridians and dantian seemed to come to a complete standstill... Feng Yin felt his eardrums buzzing, and the top of his head pulsing...

His blood seemed to congeal...

Then, very suddenly and abruptly...

Boom!

Feng Yin clearly heard a massive explosion inside his body, though no actual sound was produced. The feeling of the explosion was so real.

The innate barrier shattered like glass struck by a heavy hammer, disintegrating and scattering.

The path ahead suddenly opened up.

The previously stagnant spiritual energy found an outlet, like the water in a vast reservoir suddenly breaking through a dam, surging forth!

Pfft!

Fine blood threads spurted from Feng Yin's five senses and seven orifices, and purple-black blood seeped from his pores.

His entire body, from head to toe, was covered in blood.

"Yi wu ya~~"

Feng Ying let out a pitiful cry, jumping out of Feng Yin's embrace in panic. She couldn't understand why, while benefiting from the cultivation, she suddenly ended up in a cesspool...

It stank to high heaven!

Her white fur was contaminated, emitting a pungent odor.

How disgusting!

Feng Ying darted up a tree and began rubbing herself against the trunk, trying to get rid of the sticky, smelly stuff.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with resentment and委屈.

"Yi wu..."

How disgusting, doesn't she know I have a natural aversion to dirt?

...

Feng Yin didn't notice Feng Ying had run away; he was immersed in the new sensations.

The unprecedented surge of spiritual energy in his body made him feel invincible.

His control over his own strength had advanced, and so had his vision, hearing, and tactile sensitivity.

As the spiritual energy circulated, it squeezed his meridians and then the smaller branches, continuously expelling impurities from his body.

The feeling of clear senses and a transparent body became increasingly evident.

But his entire body was covered in blood, and his hair was coated with a thick layer of sticky substance.

After completing ninety-nine cycles, his meridians began to feel slightly swollen.

Feng Yin didn't dare to delay, immediately stopping his cultivation and closing his eyes to focus inward.

Every meridian in his body appeared in his inner vision, visible to the naked eye, even the flow of his blood, the beating of his heart, and the changes in his dantian.

He could even "see" the spiritual energy entering through his pores, converging into a point, then entering his skin, merging into his meridians, and surging forward.

This was a very wondrous sensation.

Feng Yin felt almost lost in this feeling, unable to extricate himself.

Suddenly, he felt that this accidental transmigration was truly worth it, as even the most advanced medical equipment in his previous life couldn't provide such a clear view of the body.

Feng Yin thus had another realization: As his cultivation advanced, he would see more and more intricate and vast details.

For example, if the human body were a universe, ordinary people might know the concept but not the specifics, whereas a highly cultivated person could see the minute details, each piece of flesh containing countless secrets, spaces, and wonders...

And this universe had no boundaries.

As his cultivation advanced, he would see more and more.

"At this moment, I deeply understand the popular saying from my previous life: The human body is the greatest treasure in the world."

Feng Yin sighed contentedly, then gathered his senses and slowly opened his eyes...

Instantly, a familiar strong odor assaulted him, and he spat out a clump of sticky blood.

Trying to open his eyes, he found them stuck shut by a layer of sticky grime.

"Damn..."

With previous experience, he quickly used his fingers to peel it off, eventually getting two half-dry, super-sticky, yet intact pieces.

"Who would have thought that a human body could accumulate so much filth, even after just a few days of purging impurities..."

Feng Yin sighed, "It's like the human heart, but no, the filth in the heart can't be purged."

Finally opening his eyes, he looked at the two pieces in front of him, his facial muscles twitching.

He then dug out two large clumps from his nostrils...

And the smell became even stronger!

"Damn..."

Feng Yin's face contorted, as the feeling was all too familiar and unbearable, and he ran to the well.

"Yi wu..."

A pitiful, soft voice sounded.

Feng Ying jumped down from the tree, squatting on the ground with innocent, pitiful eyes, her white fur almost turning gray and clumping together...

Her little face was almost twisted. She was so dirty and couldn't wash herself, almost on the verge of a breakdown.

If she were a bit bigger, she would look like she had leprosy... cough.

"Damn, what happened to you? You look like you've lost all your fur..."

Feng Yin stopped mid-sentence, suddenly understanding and couldn't help but laugh: "Hahaha..."

"Yi wu..."

Feng Ying wrinkled her little nose, patted Feng Yin's hand with her paw, and looked at her dirty fur.

The meaning was clear: Wash me quickly!

It was too sticky, and the little one struggled for a while, only making her fur even messier.

"Alright, alright, let's wash together."

Feng Yin picked up the little one and rushed to the well, drew some water, and heated it in a pot; though he wasn't afraid of the cold, the little one was still too young.

He dunked the little one in the warm water and then rinsed himself with cold water.

By the time the moon hung in the treetops, both man and cat were finally clean and radiant.

Feng Ying seemed a bit cold, curling up in his embrace, snuggling against his belly for warmth, from head to tail, forming a circle.

Feng Yin had a thought and tapped the little one's head.

Enlightenment!

This was the first time after breaking through the innate barrier, and the second time he used the spiritual energy vortex to enlighten the little one.

The little one immediately closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

A stream of clear energy appeared again, flowing back into Feng Yin's body through his fingertip.

"Hmm? What's this?"

Feng Yin immediately noticed.

This time, having broken through the innate barrier, Feng Yin could clearly feel the peculiarity of this clear energy.

It immediately caught his attention.

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[Good news, my application to keep a cat has finally been approved. Hahaha...]