For three to five days straight, Xiang Yuan was hopelessly obsessed with Cultivation.
Every time Old Liu came looking for him, he claimed that he had been poisoned and needed to recuperate.
Every day, he bitterly practiced Saber technique for two Shichen, incorporating his imitation of Liu Jingsheng into Five Tigers Severing Gate Saber. During the remaining time, he circulated his energy through the Formless Seal Method. His Progress was Rapid speed, and he could almost open one Acupoint every day.
In a few more days, once his Ren Meridian was completely open and his Qi Refining was accomplished, he could naturally advance into the Opening Aperture Stage.
To prevent any mishap, he had to Arrange a Pill Before breaking through, ensuring success in a single attempt.
Heaven and Earth Origin Energy was deficient, Heaven and Earth were incomplete, and Cultivation practitioners were incomplete. External supplement through Pills was indispensable.
The Formless Seal Method could turn the Decayed into something miraculous. Xiang Yuan had received divine assistance the moment he entered the sect, and the reason he could open his Ren Meridian as easily as eating and drinking was entirely due to the extraordinary nature of this Cultivation Method.
Marrow Cleansing and Bone Reshaping, Reversing Meridians and Altering Acupoints.
Besides that, the strengthening of his Nascent Soul through “Candle Yin Forging Spirit” had also contributed greatly. It made up for the deficiency in Xiang Yuan’s spirit, allowing him to match his current Physical Body.
He felt terrifyingly strong!
Everyone was like this after suddenly obtaining a Divine Skill. After going out and taking a beating, they would calm down.
What helped Xiang Yuan calm down was not a beating, but a Headache. His Head Sickness had grown increasingly severe over the past few days, and he faintly felt that his Nascent Soul was becoming uncontrollable, as if it were about to split into three parts.
Splitting the Nascent Soul was not impossible. The Memory Fragments in Lingguang’s incomplete memory contained a corresponding case, but this was an Ability that only a Great Divine Power User could Control. He had never heard of any Junior generation in the Qi Refining Stage being able to divide their Nascent Soul into three.
At its root, the Head Sickness had been caused by Transmigration. Xiang Yuan had asked Old Daoist Que Xin about it, and the latter had deemed it a Great fortune, saying it was a good thing.
The hidden danger of the Head Sickness could not be Suppressed. Xiang Yuan could only believe Old Daoist Que Xin and allow his Nascent Soul to lose control, letting it race in three directions like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins.
It did not cure the illness completely, but at least the pain was no longer as severe.
Moreover, his Nascent Soul had not split into three as he had expected. It was merely like three tentacles, each extending in a different direction.
It was hard to say what other people’s Nascent Souls looked like, but Xiang Yuan’s Nascent Soul looked like a car logo.
After the mutation of his Nascent Soul, Xiang Yuan’s spirit also began racing across three places. As someone in the Qi Refining Stage, how much spirit could he possess even after obtaining a Divine Skill? Drowsy and on the verge of sleep, he invoked the Method of “Candle Yin Forging Spirit” to strengthen his Nascent Soul.
After practicing this way, he truly felt as though he had split into three. All three tentacles were Cultivating, and he had also gained the Ability to switch between them freely.
“It’s not splitting. It’s more like One mind, three tasks. Is this an illness, or…”
Had my Golden Finger finally arrived?
Xiang Yuan exclaimed at the marvel, silently recited, “Martial Uncle, help me,” activated the search engine, and once again confirmed that he was like scorpions defecating—poisonous all around.
Of course, it might not be a special case. Old Demon Lingguang’s memory Long River was incomplete, and he might have happened to lose this part of his memory.
But no matter what, this was Xiang Yuan’s only Method of resolving his Head Sickness.
He tried switching between his own Nascent Soul. Whenever the three tentacles changed in priority, he changed along with them. After trying several times and summarizing his Experience, he gave them the names Steady, Leng Xue, and Clown.
Steady was the version of him after Transmigration: Low-key and cautious, as ordinary as a passerby. Leng Xue was Overbearing and cold-blooded, with a Heart as hard as iron, unmoved by external things. Clown…
There was not much to say about this one. At first glance, he looked extremely similar to Old Daoist Que Xin in Lingguang’s memories. Upon closer inspection, he shared many interests and much common Language with Xiao He, who had countless Murals.
Although all three were his True heart, the style of Clown was too painful to look at, and nowhere near as heroic and handsome as Leng Xue.
Being handsome was a lifelong matter!
The more Xiang Yuan looked at him, the more he disliked him. He figured that the day his Divine skill was accomplished would be the day that Clown left home.
He had to cut it off. It absolutely had to be cut off.
Not now. He lacked the Ability. With Candle Yin Forging Spirit, his Nascent Soul was Growing stronger day by day, and the car logo was becoming increasingly solid. The car doors had already been welded shut, and he could not get out.
…
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Xiang Yuan, are you recovered?” Old Liu pushed open the door and entered, his tone highly displeased.
First, Xiang Yuan had taken paid leave under the pretext of being poisoned, leaving Old Liu to handle affairs alone without even a Helper. Second, Old Liu had lost the wager, and Xiang Yuan no longer had to repay the money he owed him for the meal.
How had it started raining out of nowhere?
Old Liu could not figure it out. To a person like him who was “thrifty with his household,” losing the money for a meal was even more painful than being killed. Several days had passed, yet he still Keep thinking about it, holding it in his Heart.
“I’m more or less recovered.”
Xiang Yuan jumped off the bed and sighed. The Yamen had Too many people, too many eyes, and he was often disturbed. It was not a good place for Cultivation.
It was not as though there were no Methods. Like Old Liu, one could have a family and never spend the Nighttime at the Yamen, or rent a Quiet Room at a Martial arts school, with all three meals included and no need to leave the door.
But all these Methods had one prerequisite.
You needed money.
Scholars needed learning, while Martial Artists needed wealth. Practicing martial arts required a fortune to squander. Famous teachers, Pills, secret manuals, and the environment were all indispensable. All of these cost money.
For youngsters like Xiang Yuan, those who were slightly better went to the Six Doors. Their resources could not compare with those of the great sects and Noble Families, but they were still not lacking. As long as they did not die prematurely, they were guaranteed a chance at Foundation Establishment.
Those who were slightly worse off went to Yamen offices throughout the land. They appeared to have decent benefits, but in reality, they had nothing. For Martial Artists, the resources allocated to them were extremely limited.
It made sense, too. The money had all been earned by the great Mountain Gates and Noble Families. The Imperial Court was also short of funds. Dogs of good quality received more resources, while ordinary ones were fed a little at random. As long as they did not starve to death, that was enough.
“Now that you’re recovered, come out and walk around with me. I can’t see even a Ghost Shadow of you from one day to the next.”
Hearing the displeasure in Old Liu’s words, how dare Xiang Yuan refuse? He slung his Saber over his shoulder, followed him out of the County Yamen, and began his daily street patrol.
On the way, Xiang Yuan asked about the case. Old Liu told him everything he knew, revealing all the information he had learned from Liu Jingsheng.
Zombie Man had been arrested, Happily receiving a luxurious Single Cell from the Six Doors. He was currently undergoing treatment with the Great Memory Restoration Technique, but after several courses of treatment, he still stubbornly refused to confess.
Zombie Man had been captured alive by Liu Jingsheng, sparing him the humiliation of serving as the Six Doors’ scapegoat. This was a great achievement. After the rewards were distributed according to merit, every Constable who had been on duty that night received a silver reward.
This was a Reward from the Imperial Court. The Yamen had another portion.
For example, Xiang Yuan had killed a Fierce person from the Five Poisons Sect. The Imperial Court issued a Reward and additionally bestowed Pills to commend his bravery and loyalty. He had also rescued his colleagues from the Poisonous miasma, saving the Feng Xian Yamen two burial and compensation payments. No matter what, they had to show some appreciation.
“Old Liu, how much silver will there be?” Xiang Yuan’s eyes lit up.
“About fifty taels. This time it’s a major case, so it should be around that amount.” Old Liu beamed happily.
Xiang Yuan Lack knowledge of common sense and had no clear Concept of the current purchasing power. He asked, “Can fifty taels buy a Pill for breaking into the Opening Aperture Stage?”
“It can, but only a Mid-grade one. White Cloud Villa has them.”
“Mid-grade… That’s fine. It’s still better than Low-grade.”
“No, there are no Low-grade ones. The Mid-grade one you mentioned is the Low-grade.”
Old Liu gestured. “When you go to White Cloud Villa, they’ll tell you that this is Mid-grade, this is High-grade, and this is superior-grade.”
I’ve transmigrated, yet it feels like I haven’t.
Xiang Yuan fell silent for A moment, then had Old Liu skip this Annoying topic and continue explaining the case.
In a certain sense, Xiang Yuan, who had inherited Lingguang’s Legacy, was not short of money. His Means were simply too weak, and he could not control it for the time being.
It was all buried in the Southern Border!
“Do you remember that Scarface man we encountered at the Little Morality Temple? This time, quite a few people were arrested, but he was the only one missing. I felt something was wrong even then, so I reported it to Captain Liu. There’s an eighty percent chance he’s from the Five Poisons Sect. The Six Doors has already issued a wanted notice.”
“A large amount of Stolen Goods was uncovered, including sharp weapons from Forget Sword Villa and Pills from White Cloud Villa. The two families often conduct business in the Jianghu. They Handle affairs for money and don’t care about the customer’s identity. Even after the Six Doors traced the matter to the two Shops, there was nothing they could do…”
“According to my years of Experience handling cases, this case is only the Tip of the iceberg. We just happened to stumble upon it. It’s a complete mess in there!”
“Old Liu, will the Six Doors continue investigating?”
“Hard to say. The Six Doors isn’t clean either. The two villages are definitely involved in dirty work. Scarface escaped, so there’s a ninety percent chance this case will go no further.”
Old Liu shook his head repeatedly and summarized, “They captured Zombie Face and uncovered a large amount of Stolen Goods, giving the higher-ups an explanation. Everyone is very satisfied. Continuing to investigate would be a bad idea.”