Chapter 14

Mother, mother, she is my mother!

Ning Wuxie's knees buckled, and he fell to the ground, tears streaming from his eyes, his voice hoarse.

"Mother, your son has returned, returned..."

Ning's mother, who was by the stove, heard this soft call, her hand trembled, and the spatula she was holding fell into the pot. She looked up, saw Ning Wuxie kneeling on the ground, and was slightly stunned. Her dim eyes reddened, and she hurriedly came over to help him up.

"Zhongyuan, Zhongyuan has returned. Get up, get up. What are you doing? It's not like you haven't seen your mother before. It's good that you're back, good that you're back. How are you? Did that Taoist hurt you? Let me see if you're injured."

Ning's mother kept talking, her rough hands feeling all over Ning Wuxie's body.

"Mother, I'm fine. Master Baiyun treated me well and even gave me a few steamed buns." Ning Wuxie supported Ning's mother, who was as tall as his shoulders, wiped away the tears from his eyes, and took out a greasy paper package from his bulging chest.

Ning's mother didn't look at the greasy paper package, but stared at Ning Wuxie in a daze, sighing, "It's good that you're fine, good that you're fine. You're fine, and I'm relieved. You've grown up, but Wuhua, sigh..."

Ning Bo Wu chuckled. He had just washed his face and returned, water droplets still on his face, his thick eyebrows dusted with snow, his hair disheveled.

Ning Wuxie knew that Ning Bo Wu was always a source of worry for the family, especially for Ning's mother. Ning Bo Wu was already thirty years old, and at this age, ancient people would have already married and had children, with their own children around fourteen or fifteen years old. But Ning Bo Wu still had the intelligence of a child.

Perhaps to compensate for Ning Bo Wu's lack of intelligence, heaven had given him a strong and robust body, with terrifying strength that even two oxen couldn't budge him. Moreover, Ning Bo Wu had practiced martial arts with Ning's father since childhood, and his talent was rare in the world. Unfortunately, he was a fool; otherwise, he would have been an unparalleled warrior.

"Mother, don't worry. Good people will have good fortune. Big Brother will have a moment of clarity one day, and he is doing well now." Ning Wuxie consoled her.

"Good, good... hehe..." Ning Bo Wu echoed, scratching his head.

Seeing this, Ning's mother could only sigh and said, "Well, Wuhua is a fool with a fool's good fortune. He avoided the military conscription, and we three can be reunited today. Come, come, Wuxie hasn't eaten yet, I've stewed your favorite wild vegetables."

Although the Tang Dynasty was stable, the world was not yet unified, and military conscription and disasters occasionally occurred. County officials would sometimes come to conscript able-bodied men. Ning Bo Wu, being a fool, was spared this disaster. As the saying goes, misfortune can turn into good fortune, and everything is predestined.

Taking out three old bowls, the three of them ate a pot of wild vegetables with the steamed buns Ning Wuxie brought back, enjoying a happy dinner.

It was still February, and it got dark early. After dinner, it was pitch black. The Ning family was poor and couldn't afford lamp oil, so they had to go to bed early.

After Ning's mother rested, Ning Wuxie lay on the cold bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The moonlight from the open window of the thatched cottage shone on him.

Unable to sleep, he got up, quietly opened the door, and walked out. The cool night air turned into a gentle breeze, waking him up. He stared at the crescent moon in the sky.

"This is a world of immortals and demons. There must be a way to cure Big Brother's illness. Master Baiyun couldn't do it because his cultivation is too low. If it were an immortal, with their boundless power, they could move mountains and fill seas, and curing a mental illness would be no problem."

Ning Wuxie clenched his fists, his teeth grinding together.

"Only through cultivation can one rise to prominence, meet immortals, and cure Big Brother's illness. The Heavenly Court has immortal elixirs, and if I could obtain one..."

With a leap, Ning Wuxie jumped over the fence and ran toward the back mountain. The dark trees passed by quickly, and the wind whistled in his ears. In a blink, he had run several miles into the mountains, reaching the base of a cliff over a hundred meters high. He looked up.

This was the highest cliff in the back mountain, extremely steep, and difficult for ordinary people to climb. Ning Wuxie had hunted here with his father when he was young and knew about this place.

"Phew..."

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and a faint black aura spread from his brow. His black hair grew rapidly, turning silver, and the silver hair covered his body like a silver fur coat. Between his legs, a fluffy tail grew, over two feet long and as hard as a steel whip. His hands widened, and his nails grew to over ten centimeters, sharp like daggers.

He opened his eyes, and a strange light flashed, his golden eyes gleaming, and a faint evil aura appeared on his handsome face.

With a sharp claw, he pierced the hard rock like tofu. Ning Wuxie kicked off with his right foot, his body soaring into the air, leaping over ten meters, landing on the cliff face, and leaping again, moving like a monkey on the cliff.

In a moment, Ning Wuxie reached the top of the cliff. Snow and weeds were scattered around. He found a large rock and sat down cross-legged.

Focusing his mind and calming his body, he entered a state of spiritual clarity. The *Taiyin Jue* had nine levels, and Ning Wuxie had long memorized the first level. Facing the moon, Ning Wuxie's five fingers pointed to the sky, and the *Taiyin Jue* began to circulate. The crescent moon in the sky suddenly appeared larger in his eyes, and the essence of the moon gathered, flowing into his body through the Baihui point, following the eight extraordinary meridians, and into his internal organs.

The cool essence refined his internal organs, one of the most vulnerable and important parts of the body.

For demon races, the body is extremely important. Some demons can cultivate their bodies to the point of immortality, with incredible abilities, like the Stone Monkey Sun Wukong and the Great Sage of Leveling Heaven, the Bull Demon King, who had bodies as indestructible as diamond.

The *Taiyin Jue*, as a demon cultivation technique, naturally placed great importance on the body. In fact, over a month ago, the demon bloodline hidden in Ning Wuxie's body had already begun to slowly change his constitution, but without the guidance of the *Taiyin Jue*, the process was slow.

The medicine that Master Baiyun gave Ning Wuxie to drink was also a potent body-strengthening and bone-renewing potion. The accumulated medicinal power in his body, now guided by the *Taiyin Jue*, began to integrate into his internal organs. The warm medicinal power and the cool moon essence intertwined, and a faint heat rose from Ning Wuxie's head.

The *Taiyin Jue* focuses on internal cultivation, refining the internal organs, which are the source of a person's essence, energy, and spirit. Strengthening these organs leads to a comprehensive transformation of the body. When refining the skin, muscles, and limbs, there is no need to worry about internal damage and potential hidden dangers.

Only after both internal and external transformations can one form a demon core, laying a solid foundation.

Internal cultivation not only refines the body but also the spirit. This is different from many other body-refining techniques. The *Taiyin Jue* absorbs the power of the moon, cultivating both body and spirit, making it the supreme technique of the wolf race.

The cool essence gathered at his brow, refining Ning Wuxie's weak spirit, gradually strengthening it. The effect was obvious, and the demonic aura around Ning Wuxie became increasingly dense. His silver hair moved with the wind, shimmering with a faint silver glow, and silver strands floated in the air.

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