Why is this demonic seed so sensitive to souls?
All three eyes fell on Fu Mingxu, who then said, "This demonic seed is not natural, but man-made. However, the person who created the demonic seed may not be very clear about its specific composition, which has resulted in some deformities in its creation."
"Therefore, even if it is planted in the sea of consciousness of a disciple with a slightly lower cultivation level, it cannot completely control their sea of consciousness."
The Demon Seed originates from the Demon Realm and is a product of condensed demonic energy. Only the royal family of the Demon Realm possesses the method to cultivate it, and the method to break its curse is hidden deep within the royal court and remains unknown.
Simply put, the demon race has no need to create inferior demon seeds.
So, is the person behind this a human or a demon?
The four of them stared in silence at the menacing demonic creature. Si Yang Xianjun's expression was unusually grave as he spoke: "A hundred years ago, there was indeed a group of fallen demonic cultivators among the human race. However, those cultivators were not highly skilled, so they were wiped out by the combined forces of Tianxuan Sect, Sword Sect, and Medicine Sect."
At that time, Qi Muyuan had just been taken in as his disciple. His relationship with the Sword Sect was awkward, and he was not notified before the massacre.
“I remember that there was a brief period of disorder in the heavenly secrets at that time.” Si Yang Xianjun pondered for a while, recalling the situation from his memory. “I deduced the direction of the disorder in the heavenly secrets, and that’s how I learned about this from Xie Buwen at the time.”
After a century of silence without any such upheaval, and the subsequent war between good and evil, this minor incident that caused no ripples was relegated to the back of his memory.
It was only today, through Fu Mingxu's words, that he brought up this matter again.
Si Yang looked at Han Tao, his expression unchanged: "Lord Han, where is the demonic seed planted on you?"
Fu Mingxu was startled by his gaze and spoke first: "It's not in the sea of consciousness, nor is it the kind in front of us, so there's no danger of the sea of consciousness being controlled."
At this moment, if he hadn't strictly followed the instructions of the Immortal Lord Siyang before his rebirth, which forbade him from telling him about reversing time, he probably wouldn't have been able to control himself and blurted it out.
His reaction was so strong that his shoulders were even trembling slightly.
Han Tao grasped his hands, which were resting on his legs, and clenched them tightly. He said in a deep voice, "Nothing can control my consciousness."
As his hands were enveloped in a warm and comforting sensation, Fu Mingxu's helplessness gradually disappeared. Only when he met his superior Yang Xianjun's probing gaze did he realize that he had overreacted: "You believe me."
His eyes were pure and sincere, and Si Yang's heart softened immediately when he saw him, who had missed the bond between master and disciple.
Han Tao did not let go of his hand, his tone deep: "My demonic seed is located within the dragon soul. Its greatest function is to damage my dragon soul and destroy my cultivation. Even if I fall into demonic possession, it will not be able to control my mind."
“You won’t fall into demonic possession!” Fu Mingxu immediately interrupted him, saying solemnly, “With me here, you won’t fall into demonic possession!”
He can not only refine the Demon Source Pill to suppress the Demon Seed, but he will also surely find a way to completely eliminate the Demon Seed.
The efforts made by Immortal Lord Siyang before his rebirth will not be in vain, the Cangling Continent will not collapse, and Han Tao will not be burdened with sins because of it.
Si Yang Immortal Lord glanced at the two of them and sighed, "Don't get agitated, we won't do anything to Lord Han."
Qi Muyuan was so jealous he was practically dying of envy. He immediately sent a telepathic message to Han Tao: "You really went way too far."
"Why can't you just say it directly?" Immortal Lord Siyang glared at him. "Speak through voice?"
Fu Mingxu recovered and asked curiously, "What kind of telepathic communication?"
Han Tao remained silent, while Qi Muyuan looked frustrated.
Si Yang Immortal Lord seemed to have found a way to control Qi Muyuan. He glanced at him and looked at Fu Mingxu with exceptional gentleness: "I have heard that you have a good talent for alchemy and medicine making. In that case, I will entrust the demon seed of City Lord Han to you."
For some reason, he had a particularly good feeling towards Fu Mingxu. Not only that, he had also determined that the karmic threads between the two were intertwined and twisted in a very peculiar way. Inexplicably, he did not want to interfere with the other's decisions.
Fu Mingxu finally breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling the strength in his hand, he whispered, "You can let go of me now."
The master and apprentice, both with keen hearing, pretended not to hear and continued to study the demonic seed.
Han Tao did not let go, but looked at the demonic seed, lowered his eyes and asked, "How should we deal with this demonic seed?"
“It’s not safe to keep it.” Fu Mingxu’s attention was diverted. After thinking for a moment, he said, “Let’s get rid of it, but that might attract the attention of the person behind it.”
Qi Muyuan grinned: "Only by stirring up the grass can we lure the snake out of its hole. I want to see who did this."
These past few years have been too comfortable; it's time to find something to do and unleash our power.
“That’s right.” Starlight flashed at Si Yang’s fingertips as he smiled. “The person behind this is probably up to no good. Since we can’t find him because he’s hiding in the shadows, let him reveal himself.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Muyuan's sword energy surged, and the cage instantly closed, annihilating the demonic seed inside.
As dusk settled and night approached, after completing these tasks, Immortal Lord Siyang and his disciples departed.
Fu Mingxu finally pulled his hand away, stood up from the table, and stepped past Han Tao half a step: "Um, I'm going to soak in the spiritual spring."
The Hundred Herbs Spring was indeed effective. He had not felt any pain in his ankle while refining pills today. It was only towards evening that, perhaps because the effects of the spring had weakened over time, he now felt a slight stinging sensation.
"Okay." Han Tao tightened his grip, as if trying to hold onto the lingering warmth that had dissipated, and followed behind Fu Mingxu. "I'll go with you."
Fu Mingxu wanted to refuse, but after a moment's thought, he nodded and said, "Thank you."
The situation is unclear, and he doesn't want to go through what happened at Fengyou Mountain again. Anyway, he already accompanied her last night, so what difference would it make tonight?
The two went out together, where the disciples sent by the Medicine Sect were already waiting.
The newcomer had a square face and a solemn expression: "I am Fang Yan. City Lord Han, Senior Brother Bai is unable to come due to other matters. I will take you there in the future."
Fu Mingxu raised an eyebrow slightly, but said nothing more.
The scenery around him passed slowly. Looking at the formation that had been restored to its original state, he couldn't help but marvel at how fast the Medicine Sect could move.
The three of them arrived at the cave from yesterday. Fu Mingxu looked at the familiar vines in front of him, greeted the two of them, and went straight in.
A gentle night breeze stirred, causing the dense leaves on the vines to flutter softly.
Fang Yan tensed his back and gazed into the distance, while Han Tao's gaze remained fixed on the cave entrance.
Fu Mingxu's trip to Lingquan went very smoothly. Fang Yan dutifully escorted them back to their lodgings before politely withdrawing.
Inside the room, Fu Mingxu, exhausted from a long day, stretched and yawned, his fatigue evident in his eyes.
He lifted his shirt, quite satisfied with his ankle, which now only bore a faint red mark. He figured that after soaking it a couple more times, the demon bone chain would be expelled by his flesh, making it easy to open.
"I need to rest." Fu Mingxu looked at Han Tao. "What about you?"
Han Tao's fingers, which were hanging in his sleeves, twitched. His gaze swept over the bed behind him, and he took out a futon from somewhere and placed it at the door of the room in front of Fu Mingxu: "I'm going to meditate."
After saying that, he sat down cross-legged.
Fu Mingxu suddenly realized that cultivators rarely sleep. However, he had long been accustomed to the routines of ordinary people, and unless he was refining elixirs or making medicine, the rule of working at sunrise and resting at sunset had become ingrained in his habits.
He skillfully took out the silkworm quilt from the storage bag, and when he looked over, Han Tao had already closed his eyes, seemingly entering a meditative state.
Sharing a room with Fu Mingxu, he thought he wouldn't be able to sleep, but the drowsiness came unexpectedly strong. In no time, he was fast asleep, clutching his silk quilt, his cheeks glowing with a light red.
Just as his breathing became gentle and steady, Han Tao, who should have been immersed in cultivation, opened his eyes. His golden eyes were filled with swirling emotions as he sat there looking at the person on the bed.
Her dark hair was scattered around the pillow, and the luminous pearl on the ceiling of the room emitted a warm light. The moon-white light fell on her sleeping face, making the white appear even more lustrous and the red even more vibrant.
It wasn't until dawn broke and birds flew overhead that he slowly rose and quietly left the room.
Five days passed slowly and peacefully. The aura in the demon bone chain on Fu Mingxu's ankle was mostly neutralized by the spiritual spring. The pills he prepared for Shen Ange were also taken to the market by Han Zhengzhi, and the auxiliary materials for refining the Demon Source Pill were collected.
That day, Fu Mingxu and Fang Yan went to the Spirit Spring. After tonight, the evil aura inside the Demon Bone Chain would be completely removed, and the Demon Bone Chain would be nothing but useless scrap metal.
"Then I'll go in." He was in a good mood as the obstacle to refining the Demon Source Pill was finally about to be removed.
Tonight, the stars are sparse, the moonlight is strong, and the moonlight pours down, bathing the entire earth in a layer of radiance.
Fu Mingxu was already very familiar with the Hundred Herbs Spring, so he only needed to follow the path he remembered.
Amidst the warm, swirling steam, he stood by the sacred spring, half of his blue robe undone.
Just then, the Mirror Spirit sleeping in the Heaven and Earth Mirror suddenly began to stir.
A note from the author:
Qi Muyuan: It's that sour smell of love again.
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Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 48
Fu Mingxu paused, his fingers gripping the blue-robed man's hand. He looked around warily, but his foot slipped, and he instinctively called out, "Han Tao!"
Unfortunately, apart from the sound of the wind, there was no response to him.
Wait, the sound of the wind?
Fu Mingxu shivered and looked around, but there was no longer any warm spiritual spring.
Where is this?
He looked around at the jagged rocks, and although the sun was shining brightly overhead, he felt terribly cold. He quickly dressed, stood still, and summoned the Mirror Spirit.
The spirit of the Heaven and Earth Mystic Mirror is a chaotic entity. It is connected to his mind and spirit. Even when it shrinks into a ball and lands on his shoulder without speaking, it can still make its master understand its meaning easily.
From the Mirror Spirit, he learned that this place was actually a secret realm. The reason why this secret realm appeared in the Medicine Sect was currently unknown, but the Mirror Spirit sensed that there were items containing abundant chaotic essence hidden deep within this secret realm. Fearing that someone else would get there first, it directly pulled its master in.
Fu Mingxu was speechless for a moment. Urged on by the Mirror Spirit, he was a little worried about how Han Tao would react when he learned that he was missing. At this moment, he was glad that he had given Han Tao some pills yesterday, so he didn't have to worry about the injury to his Dragon Soul for the time being.
He straightened his sleeves, looked down at the demon bone chain around his ankle, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it hadn't moved.
"Where to?" Fu Mingxu turned his head and glanced at the Chaos Body on his shoulder.
The Mirror Spirit opened its divine sense to him, and in no time he saw a winding route.
"Isn't there a shorter route?"
The spirit replied no, explaining that it had deduced this using the Heaven and Earth Mystic Mirror, and added that if its former master, Yuan Tong, were still alive, it could simply transfer its body there.
Anyone who heard this would fall silent, and Fu Mingxu was no exception.
Since it is a calculation based on the Mirror of Heaven and Earth, it should be the most suitable path for him.
"So how do I get out once I get it?" he asked again.
This time, the Mirror Spirit asked him, bewildered, "Don't you know how to get out of the secret realm?"
Fu Mingxu fell silent again.
"Let's go."
Since we're already here, we might as well make the best of it. It seems we can only take it one step at a time.
The chaotic energy circulated throughout his body, and the lingering aura within the demon bone chain began to cause trouble again. Fortunately, the pain was within his tolerance level. Fu Mingxu slowed his pace, keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings as he walked towards the destination indicated by the mirror spirit.
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Outside the secret realm, the entire Medicine Sect was in an uproar.