Chu Lingwei’s lips curved into a smile. The Heavenly Water Spiritual Vein, a one-in-ten-thousand rarity, was an opportunity that came by chance and was hard to find. If someone with such a spiritual vein appeared, they would undoubtedly be fiercely sought after by major sects, academies, and families.
The Heavenly Spiritual Vein was the most promising seedling for cultivating to the Sovereign realm. Even if they couldn't reach the Sovereign realm, with proper nurturing, they would become a powerful figure in the sect.
Chu Lingwei was very satisfied with the spiritual vein she had created. She teleported to the magic room within her spatial dimension, intending to find a cultivation technique suitable for the Heavenly Water Spiritual Vein.
"Xuantian Burning Fire!"
Chu Lingwei spent an entire day searching. Among the water-element cultivation techniques, she unexpectedly found one that incorporated fire.
Interesting.
Chu Lingwei closed her eyes. The spiritual energy in her hand transformed into a beam of white light and flew into her brow. In less than a breath, she understood the incantations of this cultivation technique.
This was a water-element technique exclusively for the Heavenly Water Spiritual Vein. It was named thus because as the cultivator's speed increased, the technique would become more potent, especially against its natural enemy, fire, against which its attack power was even stronger.
She liked this cultivation technique.
This world was one where strength was paramount, a world governed by martial power. She had to first ensure her ability to protect herself before she could venture out, seize opportunities, and avenge her original self, settling her karmic debts.
Chu Lingwei went directly to the cultivation room and began to practice according to the technique, guided by the memories in her mind.
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"Ah, Mother, it hurts so much."
In an immortal palace on Qingxin Peak, Chu Xiyin writhed in pain on the bed, fearfully pleading for help from her mother, who stood by her bedside. Since this morning, her body had been plagued by a gnawing pain. No matter what grade of spiritual medicine she consumed, it had no effect; on the contrary, it intensified her suffering.
Su Xianrou looked at her daughter's pained expression with a face full of resentment. Despite their efforts with so many spiritual medicines and magical artifacts, they had been unable to help Yin'er fully integrate the Sacred Blood.
"Mother, save Yin'er, I don't want to die..." Chu Xiyin gritted her teeth tightly and struggled to sit up in bed. This simple movement required all her strength. "Mother, I don't want Chu Lingwei's blood. Please quickly remove her blood from my body."
"Yin'er, what are you talking about?!" Su Xianrou's gaze turned cold. While she doted on her daughter, some words could not be spoken so carelessly.
Startled by her mother's tone, Chu Xiyin collapsed back onto the bed, the pain within her body intensifying. She was truly on the verge of madness from this torment.
"But, Mother, it really hurts." Chu Xiyin reached out, trying to grasp her mother's clothing, but was unable.
Seeing her daughter like this, Su Xianrou's heart ached. Yin'er was her most beloved child. She summoned her life-bound artifact, a Spirit Gathering Pearl. Su Xianrou temporarily severed her connection to the Spirit Gathering Pearl and infused it into her daughter's body.
The moment the Spirit Gathering Pearl entered Chu Xiyin's body, the pain vanished instantly.
"Mother, I'm alright?" Chu Xiyin sat up with surprise and joy. She tentatively called out to her spiritual artifact, watching it glow with delight.
"Yin'er, my Spirit Gathering Pearl will temporarily suppress the backlash of the Sacred Blood." Su Xianrou's face was pale. The assassination attempt on Chi Yan had caused her to suffer a backlash, and now, by sending her life-bound artifact into Yin'er's body, her strength was greatly diminished. She now needed to go into seclusion to heal.
"Mother means, I will still..." Chu Xiyin dared not think about the pain she had just endured.
"You won't." Su Xianrou's gaze turned cold, her expression firm. "In three months, the Hengtian Secret Realm will open. Within the Hengtian Secret Realm, there is a flower called the Spirit Nurturing Flower, which can eliminate the violent nature of the Sacred Blood, allowing you to control it completely."
"Spirit Nurturing Flower, is that true?" Chu Xiyin saw a glimmer of hope and excitedly grasped Su Xianrou's hand. "Mother, I must enter the Hengtian Secret Realm, obtain the Spirit Nurturing Flower, and conquer the Sacred Blood to awaken my Innate Sacred Body."
The Hengtian Secret Realm only allowed cultivators below the Spiritual Wheel realm to enter, serving as a trial for those at the Spiritual Wheel realm. It opened once every hundred years, and at that time, all qualified cultivators on the Profound Heaven Continent would find a way to enter.
"Yes, I will have the sect issue a mission to find the Spirit Nurturing Flower. Anyone who enters the Hengtian Secret Realm will help you gather it." Although the Hengtian Secret Realm was restricted to lower-level cultivators, it contained immortal herbs, spiritual medicines, spirit beasts, demonic techniques, and magical artifacts that would appear at any time, items that cultivators eagerly sought. Naturally, there would be no avoiding battles. Entering the Hengtian Secret Realm was essentially a process of natural selection, survival of the fittest.
A determined glint flashed in Chu Xiyin's eyes. The Spirit Nurturing Flower, the Sacred Blood, the Innate Sacred Body – she wanted it all.
Within the spatial dimension, Chu Lingwei slowly opened her eyes.
Heh, she had actually entered the Spiritual Wheel realm.
Chu Lingwei raised her head. A ball of white light appeared in her hand. Upon closer inspection, one could see the light shimmering, with a faint glow of fire dancing in its center. The Xuantian Burning Fire was indeed powerful; a water-element technique that could even surpass elemental opposition.
Emerging from the cultivation room, Chu Lingwei approached a waterfall. She sent a surge of spiritual energy towards the cascading water, instantly splitting the waterfall in two. The falling water was then frozen for two breaths. Chu Lingwei's smile deepened. In her past life, she possessed spatial abilities. Now, with her Heavenly Water Spiritual Root at its peak purity, any spiritual energy she unleashed would increase in power by tens of times.
Chu Lingwei closed her eyes, allowing her soul to completely meld with this body. The Heavenly Water Spiritual Root within her body emanated a white radiance, and spatial energy permeated every corner of her being. When she opened her eyes, her reflection in the river revealed a fifteen-year-old girl with long hair cascading over her shoulders, a face of exquisite beauty tinged with fragility, and only her luminous, watery eyes held a resolute gleam.
At this moment, Chu Lingwei was the girl in the water. She was Chu Lingwei of the Profound Heaven Continent, and she would make all those who had harmed her pay tenfold.
"Su Xianrou, Chu Chang, Chu Xiyin, the enmity you owe me, I will make you repay tenfold."
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Near the mountains of the Xuanxin Sect, a bustling market was in full swing, filled with vendors hawking their wares.
"Fire Control Talisman, five spirit beads!"
"Qingxin Pill, Qingxin Pill."
"Ancient Secret Realm Divine Artifact, only one hundred spirit stones!"
"Mutated Divine Beast Azure Dragon, buy quickly!"
Chu Lingwei stood before the market, looking at the lively scene with a darkening expression. Where was the promised mysterious fantasy continent, the ability to move mountains and overturn seas, to command the world? This was nothing more than a vegetable market.
Chu Lingwei glanced down at her own Illusionary Gauze Snow Robe, adorned with tiny star-like patterns that shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight. This was the lowest-grade magical garment she had found in her spatial dimension, capable of resisting attacks from cultivators in the Melting Heaven realm. She then observed the cultivators milling about the market. Most wore the standard robes of ordinary disciples of the Xuanxin Sect. Others were in simple attire, with only a few female cultivators sporting pretty dresses. There were no signs of the magnificent magical robes or accompanying spirit beasts that she remembered.
Chu Lingwei's face fell. From the gazes of those around her, she knew that her appearance and attire made her look like a lamb ripe for slaughter.