Chapter 6

(1)

Feng Yin stepped into the room, and two heads peeked out from the doorway in fear. Seeing it was Feng Yin, they let out a sigh of relief and quickly retreated.

The wind in the air grew stronger.

Whistling louder and louder.

Eventually, it sounded like a gale sweeping through a forest, with the mountains echoing in unison.

The voice of the woman in white, clear and resolute, carried a hint of anger as it echoed from afar: "Purple Emperor, you have overstepped your bounds. This is the territory of Qingming. As a Yan person, what right do you have to meddle in Qin affairs?"

"Why should it concern you, a Yan person, that I am living in seclusion in Qin territory?"

The authoritative voice of the Purple Emperor thundered: "The affairs of the world are for the people of the world to manage. It is unreasonable for demons to hide among humans, and it goes against the agreement made by the ancient emperors. Anyone has the right to intervene!"

The woman sneered: "You speak so righteously, but if the Southern Qi and the Great Qin were not at war now, would you, the Purple Emperor, dare to come alone, risking never returning?"

The Purple Emperor laughed heartily: "Why not? What can a mere Qingming do to me? Since Your Majesty has been in hiding for two hundred years, why such a hurry... Why not stay and have a drink with me?"

As he spoke, a loud explosion echoed.

Then a hurricane swept through, and countless tree branches flew wildly over Feng Yin's head.

Feng Yin rolled his eyes and looked up, dazedly staring at the night sky, where the stars seemed to be winking at him coldly.

Where did the roof that was just there go?

—The roof had just flown away with a whoosh...

A zero-level smoke column rises... a three-level red flag flutters... an eight-level wind breaks tree branches, a nine-level wind lifts roof tiles...

Oh, damn!

Feng Yin took a breath; the battle between the two in the sky had caused at least a nine-level wind here!

From the neighboring house came a trembling sound, like two extremely frightened old sows huddling together, shivering uncontrollably...

In the distance, a sound like a mountain collapsing echoed.

Clearly, the two had exchanged a blow.

The ground split and mountains crumbled in a single strike, leaving a scene of devastation.

The sounds of the battle were intermittent, some clear, some muffled.

With a thud, a large bird, weighing several dozen pounds, was knocked down by the shockwave of the battle and fell in front of Feng Yin, its neck broken.

"Damn!"

Feng Yin's scalp tingled.

Without a roof, this thing actually flew into his room and committed suicide in front of him!

Is it because I haven't eaten meat for so long that even the heavens can't bear it?

Amidst the rumbling of the earth, the authoritative voice sounded again: "Your Majesty's cultivation seems to have declined significantly. I am pleasantly surprised, and the chance to drink with Your Majesty is not small!"

The clear voice of the woman in white: "Purple Emperor, I will remember your invitation today. When I come to fulfill it, I hope your Great Yan can bear the return gift I will give!"

Her voice grew fainter, echoing from hundreds of miles away.

The Purple Emperor laughed loudly: "Why wait for another day when today is the time? I am in high spirits today. Why be a spoilsport, Your Majesty? Let's drink and enjoy the moment, and settle our grievances. Don't go, I'm coming!"

A cold snort came from a distance.

The hurricane howled, and the Purple Emperor clearly pursued relentlessly.

The trees in the town, both large and small, bowed in unison, with branches snapping; countless roof tiles were lifted, and the roofs flew away with a whoosh...

Several old houses, long in disrepair, collapsed with a loud crash, dust rising and then being swept away by the strong hurricane.

The wind howled, but the voices of the Purple Emperor and the woman in white were no longer heard.

The dark night returned to silence.

The entire town fell into a dead stillness, and no one dared to complain about the damage to their homes or the shock they had suffered.

In such a world of chaos, human lives are as insignificant as ants.

Not worth mentioning.

This is a chaotic era; it's better to be a dog in a peaceful age than a person in a chaotic one, not just in words!

Feng Yin sat on the ground, legs spread, motionless for a long time, still feeling his heart pounding, dizzy, and seeing white spots before his eyes.

After a long time, the ringing in his ears finally subsided, but he still felt a bit stuffy.

He opened his mouth wide and swallowed a few times, and only then did he hear his eardrums "pop" back to their original position, gradually recovering.

"This is... too... terrifying..."

Feng Yin took a breath: This is the peak cultivator of this world?

Such a shockingly powerful impact when they act, causing the heavens to split and the earth to crack...

Thinking of his own shallow cultivation, Feng Yin felt even more insignificant.

"I need to continue developing cautiously and steadily..."

"It all depends on you..."

Feng Yin touched the empty string around his neck.

Then he looked up at his bedroom, which was now a panoramic sky window...

In the other room, Xu Lao San and Xu Lao Si had their heads and upper bodies under the bed, their large buttocks trembling outside...

...

(2)

As Feng Yin's consciousness entered his sea of consciousness, he suddenly felt a faint presence.

Looking around, he saw a man in blue robes standing in the air, his hands behind his back, gazing at him with deep eyes.

Feng Yin felt a shock to his heart, as if he were lost in an endless starry sky...

After a moment, the man smiled slightly and dissolved into stardust.

A sentence, floating and ethereal, seemed to come from thousands of years ago.

"Wait until you reach the heavens, and strike a blow for me!"

Feng Yin felt a daze, and the Spirit Transformation Scripture in his mind began to turn its pages automatically.

The Spirit Transformation Scripture.

"Nature creates all things, and all beings are equal; cultivation leads to enlightenment, and all have a path; some are noble, some are humble; the world is clear, the great way is not fair; cultivate my method, and transform all beings; through countless trials, there is a path to eternal life..."

Feng Yin carefully read the opening of the Spirit Transformation Scripture, feeling a sense of enlightenment.

"Transform all things to have a spirit? Grant all things a chance at eternal life? Like humans? Equality for all?"

"I seem to understand a bit."

Feng Yin pondered for a long time.

"I wonder which predecessor created this transformation technique, so wondrous. The main idea of the Spirit Transformation Scripture seems to be equality for all, that all have a path to enlightenment and immortality... This is somewhat like the teachings of Buddhism?"

Continuing to read.

"Every flower and leaf has the potential to ascend, every blade of grass and tree has the potential to become a sage; mountains and rivers have their own wisdom, and beasts are not without emotion; as living beings in this world, there is no distinction of nobility or humility; as children of creation, there is no difference in status..."

"May I cut a thread of creation to transform all living beings; the great heart does not perish, and I will gather all beings to achieve the way."

"The Spirit Transformation Scripture, the beginning of the great way."

"..."

Opening the Spirit Transformation Scripture, the first thing he saw was this passage.

It seemed to be the creator of the technique explaining his views.

Feng Yin, with his good literary understanding, found these concepts easy to grasp.

Only the last sentence left him puzzled.

"Existence is the foundation of being; the small reveals the great; the nine levels of the Spirit Transformation Scripture, I have only reached the seventh; the method is passed from me, the path is in your hands..."

This passage was a bit confusing.

"From the meaning of this passage, it seems the creator of this technique only created the first seven levels, and did not develop the higher levels?"

"This is somewhat like... like the supreme technique of a certain sect in a novel, where the founder, after completing the first six levels, left extensive insights and speculations about the seventh level, which, while containing errors, were mostly correct."

"But the creator of the Spirit Transformation Scripture did not explore the higher levels, leaving only a note to create them when reaching the peak? That means I have to use myself as a test subject, feeling my way forward?!"

"This is a bit of a trap..."

Feng Yin felt his teeth itch, wanting to bite something to vent.

But for now, he had to practice the Spirit Transformation Scripture; he had no choice.

Because the Spirit Transformation Scripture was far superior to the standard cultivation technique he was currently practicing.

Moreover, this was the golden finger he had been hoping for for ten years...

Even in his previous life as a salaryman, he would crawl to the end. How much more so now, with a bright future ahead!

The master said, when I reach the heavens, I will strike a blow for him.

He is waiting.

So there is nothing to say.

"Practice... Even if I can't reach the highest level in my lifetime, there are still seven levels. As long as I make some achievements, I can lay a foundation for great power, which is much better than my current slow progress. People should learn to be content."

Feng Yin made up his mind, his mind calmed, and he began to focus on the first level of the Spirit Transformation Scripture.

"Nature is divided into yin and yang, the earth has heaven and earth, purple qi rises to the heavens, and all things grow..."

Feng Yin nodded in agreement, but couldn't help sighing.

"There is no shortcut to success. There is no way to transform life forms at the very beginning... The first level is just about gathering spirits. It makes sense; to transform life forms, one needs strong cultivation and power. Without a solid foundation, how can one transform life forms? The foundation is always the key, and the result is the process..."

"But the process of gathering spirits is interesting. During the cultivation of the first level, one continuously transforms life forms, gathering their wisdom... In other words, making animals smarter? A bit smarter? Gradually improving? Ultimately, a quantitative change leading to a qualitative change?"

Feng Yin had a sudden idea: "If so... wouldn't opening a pet shop be a great way? Not only can I make money, but it's also popular with women... Very convenient for dating..."

"Hisss... This idea is good, very good... A low-profile life, not attracting attention, living in peace, and gradually improving... The only problem is jealousy... Other than that, there's nothing to worry about..."

"The Spirit Transformation Scripture... To truly transform life forms, one needs to reach the fifth level, the Enlightenment stage, and have at least the cultivation of a Xian? What is a Xian? Sounds high and mighty, out of reach... Damn... Are you playing with me?"

"The seventh level of the Spirit Transformation Scripture, hmm, the seventh level can transform a life form with wisdom into a high-level cultivator... Amazing, isn't this like the rebirth and transformation into a human form in web novels, or even directly transforming into a Xian? Damn... This is powerful, but it feels so unreliable..."

"I've crossed into a fantasy world, not a cultivation world, sir... These stages don't exist here, sir, it seems you really want to play with me..."

But as the only golden finger, how could he not practice?

Still that saying, even if it's a tragic life, I'll crawl to the end, even with tears.

Moreover, that sentence gave Feng Yin the greatest confidence.

When you reach the heavens...

The day of reaching the heavens...

The day of reaching the heavens!

A heavy responsibility.

He closed his eyes and began to circulate the spirit energy in his body according to the cultivation method of the first level of the Spirit Transformation Scripture.

The spirit energy moved as slowly as an old ox climbing a hill.

It was very difficult, with many obstacles, and it took him a full cup of tea to complete one cycle. Feng Yin was drenched in sweat.

But from the second cycle...

Feng Yin was suddenly shocked!

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