novelaction Chapter 54 The New Celestial Master
Chapter 54 The New Celestial Master
"This is just the beginning. Next, we need to establish a stable spiritual energy cycle," Ning Xiaoxi said, a hint of satisfaction in her eyes. It seemed her brother had good aptitude, mastering the operation of spiritual energy so quickly.
Thus, within this illusory space, under Ning Xiaoxi's careful guidance, Ning Ziqing circulated his spiritual energy again and again, constantly adjusting and optimizing it. With each cycle, he could feel the spiritual energy within his body becoming smoother and stronger, and its compatibility with himself was constantly improving, although the spiritual energy was still faint and invisible.
As time went by, Ning Ziqing's spiritual veins were gradually fully opened, and he was able to skillfully and independently control spiritual power, establishing a stable spiritual power cycle.
At this moment, he stood in the illusion, his body radiating a faint spiritual light, his eyes filled with confidence and determination, as if he had already embarked on a path of cultivation towards power. Ning Xiaoxi stood by with a smile, witnessing his growth and transformation.
Ning Xiaoxi manipulated the spirit crystal heartbeat to leave her body, causing the spiritual energy in the space to rotate around Ning Ziqing. Streams of pure spiritual energy entered Ning Ziqing's body, causing the scattered and floating spiritual energy in his spiritual meridians to gradually gather and slowly form a faint mist that could be seen. Then the mist began to solidify, turning from a thin mist into a thick fog.
As the fog thickened, Ning Xiaoxi withdrew her Spirit Crystal Heart. "We've just opened the Spirit Meridians, so don't rush things. Let's stabilize the spiritual energy circulation first."
Then she led her brother out of the illusion.
Ning Ziqing took a deep breath and finally sensed the difference from the illusion. The abundant spiritual energy in the illusion allowed him to easily absorb it even without activating his spiritual energy circulation, but in the outside world, he could hardly sense the presence of spiritual energy.
“Brother, the spiritual energy outside is thin right now. You need to activate the spiritual veins to absorb spiritual energy. The more spiritual energy you accumulate, the more talismans and techniques you can use.”
"Okay, I will work hard to cultivate."
Ning Xiaoxi slapped Ning Ziqing's arm hard. Her brother could cultivate now. Not only would he have more ability to protect himself, but he could also become her help in the future.
Then he looked down at the clump of wheat seedlings, decisively squatted down, dug them out, and put them into the spiritual field of his cave.
Ning Ziqing blinked as she watched the wheat seedling disappear from Ning Xiaoxi's hand, then pointed into the distance and exclaimed, "What beautiful flowers!"
Ning Xiaoxi smiled, thinking her brother was trying to distract her, but when she turned around, she saw a large patch of pansies in the distance.
I ran quickly over and saw the pansies blooming brilliantly in the wind. Their petals were uniquely shaped, like butterfly wings, light and graceful. The flowers came in a variety of colors, including red, blue, purple, white, and even near-black. The different colored petals intertwined, forming various unique patterns and markings, some resembling cat faces, others ghostly faces—quite interesting. Pansies are very cold-hardy, blooming even in the slightly chilly early spring. Seeing such vibrant flowers in the gentle breeze lifted my spirits considerably.
Ning Xiaoxi unceremoniously collected the flowers, intending to use them to decorate her future garden.
Seeing her younger sister so happy among the flowers, Ning Ziqing thought that she must build her a big garden so that she could always be this happy.
Passing through the flower bushes, there is a small lake with tiny ice floes floating on the rippling water.
At the edge of the wetland, Ning Xiaoxi discovered some wild arrowhead plants. The arrowhead plants have arrow-shaped leaves and swollen, spherical roots.
Ning Xiaoxi dug out the roots of the arrowhead plant with all her might. "Arrowhead can be boiled, stir-fried, or stewed in soup. It tastes delicious and is rich in starch, which can provide the human body with plenty of energy. This is a good thing. Dig it all up and give it to Mom and Dad to nourish them."
This time, Ning Ziqing didn't rush to dig for arrowhead, but instead strolled along the lakeside in the woods.
Suddenly, a soft rustling sound caught his attention. The sound was particularly jarring in the quiet forest, and Ning Ziqing instantly became alert, his eyes scanning intently towards the source of the sound. Behind a clump of bushes not far away, he vaguely saw a figure.
It was a small creature, only about three feet tall. Its appearance was peculiar; its head resembled a miniature pig's head, with two ears standing erect and constantly turning, seemingly investigating its surroundings. Its eyes, however, were the size of mung beans, gleaming with a cunning light. Its body was covered in rough, slightly grayish fur, and a long, thin tail swayed behind it.
Ning Ziqing sensed the fluctuations of spiritual energy within her body. Her eyes narrowed. Was it a demon? The spiritual energy seemed to have its own consciousness, eager to rush towards the little demon.
At this moment, the little demon was squatting on the ground, tightly clutching a spiritual fruit it had just dug out of the ground, about to put it in its mouth. The spiritual fruit emitted a faint halo, clearly containing a certain amount of spiritual power, which was probably why it was there. It seemed unaware of Ning Ziqing's approach, still immersed in the joy of about to enjoy its delicious meal.
Ning Ziqing mobilized the spiritual power within his body. As the spiritual power circulated, his figure moved like lightning. With a light touch of his feet on the ground, he shot towards the little demon like an arrow released from a bow.
The little demon was startled by the sudden commotion. Its tiny, beady eyes were filled with terror and panic. It hurriedly stuffed the spirit fruit into its bosom and turned to flee. However, Ning Ziqing would not allow it to escape so easily.
The moment he approached the little demon, Ning Ziqing leaped high into the air, his right fist brimming with spiritual power and accompanied by a whistling sound, slamming into the little demon like a falling meteor. This punch contained the spiritual power he had just cultivated; the wind from the punch seemed to compress the surrounding air, producing a slight popping sound.
Feeling the immense pressure from behind, Xiao Yao frantically dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the fierce attack. But Ning Ziqing's offensive didn't stop there. Using the momentum of his fall, he swept his left foot out horizontally, aiming for Xiao Yao's leg with great force. Unable to dodge in time, Xiao Yao was struck by the kick and fell to the ground with a thud.
It screamed in terror, its piercing cry echoing through the silent forest, sending chills down one's spine. Its limbs thrashed wildly at the ground, trying to use friction to get back up and continue its escape.
After landing, Ning Ziqing took a step forward and threw another punch imbued with spiritual power. This punch was aimed straight at the little demon's face, its speed dazzling. Seeing this, the little demon barely managed to block with its short arm. Ning Ziqing's fist slammed into the little demon's arm, the spiritual power breaking through the little demon's defense, producing a dull thud, like the tolling of a great bell.
The little demon was forced to retreat repeatedly by this force, a sharp pain shooting through its arm as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. Its body rolled several times on the ground due to the enormous impact before it could barely regain its balance.
The little demon knew it was no match for Ning Ziqing, a resolute glint in its eyes. Suddenly, it opened its mouth, revealing a row of sharp fangs, and chanted incantations. Immediately afterward, a plume of black smoke billowed from its mouth, containing a demon core. The core, swirling with the smoke, resembled a giant black python, its claws outstretched, rapidly spreading towards Ning Ziqing. The smoke carried a pungent, putrid stench, as if from hell itself, making one want to vomit. The smoke seemed alive, constantly twisting and swirling, attempting to engulf Ning Ziqing and disorient him.
Seeing this, Ning Ziqing looked flustered, as he had not yet learned how to defend against demonic magic.