Chapter 126 – Transformation (2/2)

He looked at the youth in the mirror; frowning his eyes and seriously contemplating.

Contemplating, was one of the most effective ways to calm and rouse yourself. His mind became increasingly clear, and started remembering more details; he finally remembered, upon the moment of him losing consciousness, he was still in the cold and frigid underground space, standing before Venerable Elder Black Dragon; why was he already back at Orthodox Academy upon waking up?

He looked at the damp towel, then lightly kneaded it, confirming that the moisture was real.

He went to the window and looked at the wintry woods, towards the Imperial Palace’s walls, thinking: the exit to the underground space was that pond, if it wasn’t the Black Goat that found a way to bring him back to the academy, then the only other possibility was the middle-aged woman, just who was that middle-aged woman?

Just what had happened in that underground space? Why was he still alive? Had he really managed to complete his Purification?

He quietly pondered by the window-side for a long time, until finally coming to a decision. Returning to the bedside, he removed the bedding as well as he could, before crossing his legs and sitting down, closing his eyes, he began to Meditate, self-observe.

That abyss which was brimming with despair had arose from his meditative introspection, but now that he had survived, he did not hesitate to once again meditate and self-observe, this was because even though living was a good thing for himself, he could not accept living in ignorance, he needed to elucidate his current state.

His divine sense once again entered his body and started to slowly wander, but having gained experience, this was no longer an aimless observation, but more akin to an inspection of his own territory, it did not take long for his divine sense to reach the vast snow plain and he gazed at it from far above.

His eyes were closed, his lashes fluttered, his face was as white as snow.

He was very nervous, fearful that his divine sense would, like before, directly land upon the snow plain and once again set it ablaze into a horrifying inferno.

Even someone with a strong will such as he, would not wish to experience that kind of pain again.

The lucky thing was, this time, his divine sense did not land, and nothing unexpected occurred.

The vast snow plain was still a vast snow plain; his divine sense noticed that a fragment of snow plain on the edge had disappeared after burning, transforming into tens of small streams, that flowed towards the South, nourishing the desolate wild plains, but these streams were too small; with the broken mountain ranges, this could not constitute a water flow.

Those small streams must be True Essence, due to the unusual characteristics of his meridians, the two could not combine the way it would for normal cultivators, and could thus, only exist within a small area.

Chen Chang Sheng opened his eyes and started pondering.

His current situation looked similar to that of Luo Luo, but in reality, it was vastly different.

Luo Luo’s internal True Essence was overflowing in abundance, but the meridian channels of yao, in comparison to a human’s, were exceedingly simplistic, making it difficult to practise human cultivation arts.

The problem pertaining to meridians was something he had spent the last few years considering, which was why he could solve Luo Luo’s problem in the space of only a few short months. In truth, solving Luo Luo’s problem was also a preparation for solving his own problem, with regards to how he should cultivate, he had already made plans for.

That’s correct, the current levels of True Essence within his body was limited and his meridian channels were broken, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t cultivate.

He once again returned to the window-side, looked at that most eye-catching Cloud Pine that was growing by the lake side, tempered his breath for a moment, then grasped the hilt of his small sword.

The sound of a clash ascended as the short sword left its scabbard, and an edge of sword manifestation appeared, travelling from the second floor’s window towards the tree.

Zhong Shan’s Sword of Wind and Rain, the First Movement, Rising Flurry.

He did not have the True Essence manipulation technique of Zhong Shan’s Sword of Wind and Rain, so he used the method he had taught Luo Luo as an imitation.

This was Chen Chang Sheng’s first time using True Essence, from this moment onwards, he would refer to himself as a cultivator, a practitioner of The Way.

Anyone with the same experiences as he had, should, at this moment, be delighted beyond words, possibly to the point of tears, but he was different. The same as when he had previously confirmed the flow of True Essence within his body, he was calm to the point of not resembling a 15-year-old youth, but more akin to an Elder that had cultivated for 500 years.

This was because cultivation was never his aim, it was only a means; he had also acted out this this scene within his mind countless times to the point where he was now more or less numb to it.

Following the sword manifestation cutting through the air, his face paled, a single grunt was let out as he felt the pain.

The distant Cloud Pine was untouched, but the stone balcony outside the window was damaged, multiple stone fragments shot into the room like darts, they thudded as they hit the wall, and a single fragment struck him upon the left arm.

Using the method taught to Luo Luo had its problems, finding a new channel was not an easy task.

Chen Chang Sheng shook his head and turned around, preparing to take out medicinal powder and bandage his left arm.

Even though his True Essence was feeble and couldn’t wield the full power of Zhong Shan’s Sword of Wind and Rain, it was still a blade brandishing True Essence; the stones that had been projected were comparable in power to regular arrows, and had lodged themselves deeply into the wall, this was naturally enough to wound his left arm.

He thought to himself that he should be more careful in the future.

He then noticed, his left arm was unhurt, not even a single hair’s worth of damage had occurred.