Chapter 8 of 100

Chapter 8

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(1)

Feng Yin immediately began to carefully study it.

But after examining it for a long time, there were no new discoveries.

Feng Yin was not discouraged by this. Drawing on his extensive gaming experience from his previous life and combining it with various novel knowledge...

He quickly found reasons to convince himself.

It's very understandable.

'It’s probably because the seal was just opened, revealing only the initial stage of the foundational cultivation method, without showing much more. This is a reasonable situation.

The first thing to appear in the Hualing Scripture has two possibilities: the first is that the Hualing Scripture is the most important foundation of all methods. The second possibility is... the Hualing Scripture is the most basic...

But this world is a real world, not an online game. If I were this great being, I would also place the foundation of all methods at the forefront, because this is the way to solidify the foundation for the future.

Therefore, if there are no surprises... the Hualing Scripture is the most basic cultivation method, and also the most powerful. Only by cultivating the Hualing Scripture to a certain level can new methods appear. And these new methods should be auxiliary.

Feng Yin quickly confirmed this.

'So, this Dao Canon should be the general outline of cultivation methods, or a general term.

And the Dao Canon should be the embodiment of the small knife, or it might be using the small knife as a host.

As for the knife, if I’m not mistaken, it’s likely a weapon. Or perhaps a host.

If the Dao Canon is a general term for cultivation methods, it itself should not have the ability to devour. If that’s the case, then the remaining possibility... is that the small knife devoured the three king-level demon beast spirit pearls.

In other words, the one with growth potential is the small knife.

The small knife is the one that truly needs the spirit pearls.

Since it spat out the cultivation method, the broken knife has shown no further activity... does this mean the knife has its own intelligence, or is there some other mystery?

Of course, it could also be that my cultivation level is too low to trigger more functions of the Dao Canon or the small knife!

All of these need time to verify.'

Feng Yin sat cross-legged on the bed, unraveling the threads one by one.

He devoted all his intelligence to this.

'But no matter what, my future cultivation of the Hualing Scripture must still focus on practice... I believe that by continuously using the Hualing Scripture, over time, there will naturally be improvement.

The current cultivation direction is to improve with the growth of cultivation, unlock new seals, and obtain new benefits or new Dao Canon methods...'

Feng Yin touched the empty rope, feeling that he had basically found the right direction.

'But if I want the knife to advance or help me, I need spirit pearls or other heavenly treasures...'

After this line of thought, Feng Yin felt that he had basically sorted things out, but more headaches followed.

The direction is set, but the next challenge is here.

'So, spirit pearls are the current urgent need, but they are the essence crystals that can only be condensed from demon beasts; demon races might have them too, but although they all have the word "demon," there are many differences, and they may not be universally applicable.

Moreover, all demon beasts capable of possessing spirit pearls, which one can I deal with at my current level?

If I go to hunt demon beasts for spirit pearls now, it would be like delivering food to the demon beasts... with my small body, would I even be enough to fill their teeth?

Sigh, what a headache...

And the cultivation of the Hualing Scripture, the first level of gathering spirits... what animals are needed to gather spiritual wisdom?'

Feng Yin looked at the small thing in his arms, breathing faintly, about the size of a palm, and a feeling of wanting to cry but unable to do so welled up.

'Could it be that I have to use this little thing to cultivate the Hualing Scripture? Repeatedly enlightening this little thing?

Hmm, that’s not impossible.

Regardless of whether it’s feasible, wouldn’t I become a full-time babysitter?

Pity, I was pure and innocent in both my past and present lives, but how did I end up being a father and a babysitter in this strange world? This question really puzzles me...'

Feng Yin touched a still numb spot on his body, feeling very complex.

It turns out... this is what it feels like...

'But no matter what, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. I must start with the Hualing Scripture!'

With many threads, Feng Yin felt he had determined the initial thread.

Pull it out, take action, and then deal with the rest.

'My first time, I’ll just have to let you off, little thing!'

Feng Yin poked the swaddled baby, but couldn’t help thinking of the baby’s mother.

'Speaking of which, your mother is so beautiful, will you grow up to be... I suddenly have a very embarrassing thought...'

(2)

...

It was already late at night, no, it seemed to be almost dawn.

Feng Yin finally left the baby and hurried to take a bath...

He really had to, as the smell on his body was almost as bad as a public toilet...

The baby, still asleep, though its eyes were not open, wrinkled its nose, looking very displeased...

There was a knock on the door.

Xu Laosi’s voice, somewhat nervous, came through: "Sir..."

His voice was very weak and timid.

Feng Yin wrapped himself in a large robe and turned to look.

Xu Laosi very cautiously poked half his head out of the door, his eyes full of shock and fear.

"Is everything okay now..."

"It’s been fine for a long time."

"That’s good, that’s good..." Xu Laosi was greatly relieved.

"An expert is an expert... I just carefully listened, and in the whole town, not to mention speaking loudly, I don’t think there’s even one person who dared to fart..."

Xu Laosi was still shaken: "It was so scary... just now, the boss tried to fart silently by moving his buttocks... it stank so much... it proved the saying, stinky farts don’t make a sound, and loud farts don’t stink."

Feng Yin’s face turned black: "You came out just to tell me this?"

"How could I, how could I..."

Xu Laosi smiled apologetically: "Sir, do you know who was fighting just now?"

"Who?"

"I don’t know the woman, but she should be a great demon... As for the man, he’s a top figure in our Anping Continent..."

Xu Laosi’s eyes were full of infinite respect and admiration: "The Purple Emperor of Great Yan! His Majesty the Purple Emperor!"

"His Majesty the Purple Emperor? Who is he?" Feng Yin scratched his head.

"Shh... keep your voice down... I swear, keep it down..."

Xu Laosi was extremely nervous, craning his neck and looking around fearfully.

"His Majesty the Purple Emperor... he is a top figure on par with Lord Qingming, a god-like being in our Anping Continent... he rarely comes out, but he’s here now, so the opponent must be an extremely evil and powerful demon..."

"Oh? The top figures I know are Lord Qingming and His Majesty the Purple Emperor; who else do you know?" Feng Yin was very interested in this topic.

"Who dares to say such things?"

Xu Laosi shrank his neck: "When the great lords don’t come out, who dares to mention their names? It’s a great taboo. If they have a sudden urge, they might sense it and kill someone with a flying sword from a thousand miles away. It’s not just a legend; today’s events are enough to prove that the legends about these great figures might not be legends at all, but real..."

He looked at Feng Yin, warning him very seriously: "Sir, with your benevolent heart and healing skills, you are a good person, but since His Majesty the Purple Emperor has appeared here, this place will likely become a focal point in the future... Sir, remember, words can bring disaster."

"Hmm? Really, even talking about it is not allowed?"

"Yes, even talking about it is not allowed!"

Xu Laosi said seriously.

Feng Yin had long known about these taboos. After ten years of refinement, he knew more about the legends of the great figures of this world than Xu Laosi did. But to maintain his character, he naturally had to say a few more words to show that he, this "rural quack," was ignorant.

Disrespecting the strong is a sin!

Ridiculing the strong is a sin!

These great figures have achieved fame and glory, not for you, an ignorant person, to talk about recklessly.

Especially figures like Qingming and the Purple Emperor, who are the idols of all martial artists on the continent.

Even debates about who among the great figures is stronger can lead to disputes, arguments, and even fights.

This is really very common.

If a small thug hears about the deeds of a great figure and starts talking without restraint, he might be killed by someone who can’t stand it: how dare a small thug talk about such figures?

He might die without knowing why: I just said a few words, and I died?

Xu Laosi felt that as a man of the world, he had to come out and warn... because the two of them were recuperating at the clinic, and if Feng Yin got into trouble, they would be in trouble too, like two grasshoppers on the same string.

So the two of them discussed and felt it was better to be prepared.

Absolutely can’t let this silly doctor offend anyone with his loose talk... if that happens and they get dragged into it and die, they would die with their eyes open.

...

Xu Laosi was not wrong at all.

At the first light of dawn, the whole town was already showing a completely different atmosphere.

The air was filled with a solemn and deadly aura.

The wind howled, and smoke and dust rose from the distance.

It was a sign of the elite army on the move.

From all directions, they were gathering here.

People were also constantly landing from the sky.

Before long, the streets of the small town were filled with many fierce faces, each one looking fierce and moving with agility.

...

Xu Laosi’s words were not wrong at all.