Vol 2 Chapter 12 (1/2)

Book 2 - Fame Spreads

Chapter 12 - Leaving Home

The world has spiritual beasts which live for five hundred years. Kill one to obtain its inner pellet, refine it into a golden pellet, consume the golden pellet, and break through the extreme bottleneck to comprehend the Xiantian Qi dao.

In a few lines, the method to break through the tenth layer and attain the Xiantian realm had been clearly ill.u.s.trated.

However, knowing this method wasn’t much different from not knowing it. All it did was add another concern for the mind to work on.

Although spiritual beasts were not humans, the wisdom they possessed did not pale much in comparison to humans.

The gold-crowned python that their He family had killed was merely a hundred-year-old spiritual beast.

A hundred-year-old spiritual beast possessed such formidable abilities. If they had not been fortunate, the entire elite layer of the He manor could have been wiped out in that fight.

If that gold-crowned python had lived for five hundred years…

He Yiming indeed felt himself incapable to imagine the might required to kill such a beast.

He Wude didn’t pay attention to the change in his complexion and frankly told him that when he’d advanced to the tenth layer’s peak, he also harbored similar thoughts. However, after the one time he’d gone to hunt a spirit beast, he dispelled all such thoughts from his mind.

First of all, he wouldn’t be able to find a five-hundred- year-old spiritual beast, but even if he did, he wouldn’t be able to kill it. Thus, he completely abandoned this idea.

Moreover, his age was too high. Even if he swallowed a golden pellet from a five-hundred-year-old spiritual beast, he might not be able to break through.

For an eighty-year-old Houtian expert to consume such a golden pellet, him dying due to his body bursting seemed more probable than him making the breakthrough.

The reason he’d handed over this page to He Yiming was that he wished to re-ignite the fighting spirit in his genius grandson.

After sorting out the things he’d brought, He Wude gave a slight nod, turned around, and left.

As the entrance of the room closed, the lighting suddenly dropped down, leaving behind two fire torches on the wall, gradually burning with a flaming sound.

He Yiming’s mind schemed at a lightning fast speed. Although he’d not personally witnessed a five-hundred-year-old beast’s might, it probably wouldn’t be too shabby.

The current He Yiming was vastly different than the one a few years before.

Especially after cultivating the two Xiantian battle skills, his self-confidence had vastly increased. With his current strength, if he mounted a sneak attack with Hidden Needle Imprint, or used the [Splitting Mountain Thirty-Six Forms] with his grandfather’s blade to produce that one frightening strike, he felt he had a chance.

As soon as he thought till here, his heart blazed.

Since that senior could accomplish this feat, why couldn’t he? His confidence slowly increased, completely overshadowing his previous concerns.

His body once again began to emanate that intense aura of confidence.

Profoundly reading the additional page in his hand, his yearning for Xiantian realm increasingly thickened.

Those who could resist a Xiantian realm cultivator were only the cultivators of Xiantian realm themselves.

These people absorbed the Worldly Qi and strengthened their body to an extent that simply couldn’t be compared with that of Houtian realm cultivators. On one side was Internal Energy, and on the other side was the true Qi extracted from the heavens and earth itself. The difference was simply poles apart.

Moreover, this Qi contained endless mysteries, and these mysterious could be brought out using some strange techniques. You could say that if a family had a Xiantian overseer, they would basically not be provoked, at least not before the death of this overseer.

Furthermore, by absorbing the Worldly Qi, cultivators could reap enormous benefits regarding their bodies, thereby prolonging their life.

Of course, prolong by how much- that would rely on the age of cultivator when he entered the Xiantian realm.

The earlier one could enter the Xiantian realm, the more one’s body could be transformed and life prolonged. Similarly, as far as an eighty year old individual like He Wude was concerned, not only the probability of entering the Xiantian realm would be exceedingly low, even if he managed to succeed by a fluke, he wouldn’t be able to extend his life by more than fifty or sixty years.

If one could attain the Xiantian realm at about the age of fifty, generally, one would be able to live for two hundred years.

As for before twenty years….

It wasn’t mentioned. He Yiming reckoned that even the author of this book didn’t think it was possible.

After reading the book, He Yiming carefully pasted this page at the book’s end.

Sitting in silence, he contemplated for a long time. Eventually, he arrived at a decision.

He suddenly stood up while throwing a glance at that book with his electric-sharp eyes. Subsequently, walking in big steps, he arrived before the room’s entrance before slowly knocking a few times.

After a few moments, the gate opened, and he saw He Wude looking at him with a slight surprise.

The time of one day had not been completed. He Wude didn’t expect that He Yiming would come out before the allocated time, ‘Could it be…he didn’t find anything worthwhile here?’