RNP Chapter 302 Refining the Lightning Source and Restoring the Demonic Flame
Chapter 302 Refining the Lightning Source and Restoring the Demonic Flame
Chapter 302 Refining the Lightning Source and Restoring the Demonic Flame
Chen Yi's palm was pressed tightly against Ning Bu'er's warm back, and the tremor from his palm was gradually subsiding.
The pain on Ning Bu'er's pale face was fading, replaced by a heart-stopping focus.
The two Thunder Crystal Marrows, carrying the pure thunder power that Chen Yi had passed through, rampaged through her shattered meridians, but she forcibly restrained them with an almost tyrannical will.
This is the foundation of a genius in the demonic path.
Anyone else would have had their soul torn to shreds by the violent clash of thunder and fire, but she was able to find a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos, using her lightning power to force the raging demonic flames back into her dantian like a shepherd tending sheep.
Chen Yi could clearly sense that the broken magical energy circuits within her body were being reconnected.
The soul returns to its rightful place, and the nascent soul is reshaped.
The nascent soul within Ning Bu'er's body, which had been dull and lifeless, suddenly opened its eyes, and a jet-black demonic flame pattern flashed across its surface.
It became.
Chen Yi withdrew part of his divine sense, and his tense nerves relaxed slightly.
Even without his reckless feeding of lightning crystal energy, Ning Bu'er's monstrous talent would likely have allowed him to carve out a path to survival in dire straits.
This woman was born to cultivate Taoism.
Chen Yi looked at his palm and a bitter smile crept across his face.
If it weren't for the panel that I had, in terms of cultivation talent alone, I would probably be tens of thousands of miles behind her, and I wouldn't even be able to see her back.
Now that the most dangerous moment has passed, what follows is a long and painstaking process.
Chen Yi calmed down, and a continuous stream of azure magic power mixed with gentle thunder spirit power flowed into Ning Bu'er's body through his palm.
This is not only to help her refine the remaining demonic flames, but also to take this opportunity to cleanse her physical body and make up for the deficiencies.
Time passed by in this tedious yet fulfilling practice.
More than half a day later.
The air around us was filled with a strange smell that was both anxious and full of life.
Ning Bu'er's aura had stabilized, and he was finishing up the final touches.
Chen Yi's gains were even more astonishing.
He looked inward and saw that deep within his bones, one hundred and fifty thunder crystal marrows shone like brilliant stars.
Within each crystal marrow lies a chilling source of golden lightning.
That was no longer an illusory flash of lightning, but a nearly tangible golden lightning spirit essence.
The strength of a single crystal has already climbed to eight hundred strands.
What does this mean?
An ordinary cultivator at the mid-stage of the fourth level of body refinement has a crystal marrow strength of no more than five hundred strands.
Chen Yi's physical strength has now surpassed that threshold and is striding towards the terrifying realm of the late fourth stage.
What alarmed him even more was that the golden lightning essence within these 150 lightning crystals was so dense that it was almost overflowing, making it impossible to completely lock it in.
The overflowing lightning power nourished his entire body, his natal lightning talisman shone brightly, and his lightning soul cultivation soared like a rocket.
Just one day.
Combat power doubled.
Chen Yi clenched his fist, and a muffled, thunderous cracking sound came from his knuckles.
If he were to encounter that silver-horned demon again now, even without using the Golden Lightning Source that could explode at any moment, he was confident that he could fight it with his physical body.
A soft buzzing sound came from my side.
Ning Bu'er slowly opened his eyes, a glint of black light flashing deep within his pupils.
Although that wisp of demonic flame essence was weak, it was extremely pure, helping her to re-condense a demonic flame rune.
Not only that, but as a blessing in disguise, after the demonic flame refined the high-level lightning crystal marrow that Chen Yi had crossed over, its quality was even higher than the one she had previously painstakingly cultivated.
Thunder and fire intertwine, destruction gives way to creation.
This also means that she has not only restored her cultivation foundation, but has even reached the threshold of marrow refinement, and has the qualifications to challenge the fourth-level body cultivator.
All of this is thanks to the man before me.
Ning Bu'er turned her head and her gaze fell on Chen Yi's face.
Just as she was about to speak and completely refine the last wisp of demonic flame into her body, a thunderous voice suddenly exploded in her mind.
That wasn't thunder.
It was a divine thought that had remained for countless years, hidden deep within the origin of the demonic flames. Now, with the completion of the refining process, it finally saw the light of day again.
Chen Yi's body trembled, and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.
He heard it too.
The voice was old, filled with grief and indignation, and carried with it endless resentment, echoing directly in the minds of the two.
[The only opportunity to enter the Spirit Realm in ten thousand years has passed, yet it has nothing to do with me—Silver Light God Lord, Demon Yin God Lord, you have misled me!]
The sound stopped abruptly, but the lingering echo sent shivers down one's spine.
The spirit world?
Ning Bu'er, disregarding his gratitude, looked at Chen Yi with a grave expression: "Fellow Daoist Chen, that sound just now—this place actually holds an opportunity to enter the Spirit Realm?"
That legendary higher-level plane is the lifelong obsession of all Nascent Soul cultivators.
Chen Yi frowned, his mind racing, trying to connect this seemingly random sentence with the surrounding environment.
"The owner of this divine thought must be one of the victims of that great battle back then."
Chen Yi pondered and said, "Judging from this tone, the core of the fierce battle back then was the opportunity to enter the Spirit Realm."
The ultimate victor may have already departed this world through this.
"We still don't know who the winner will be."
Ning Bu'er stood up and turned his gaze to the very center of this ancient battlefield.
There, gray mist surged, and spatial rifts spread across the void like a dense spider web. Even from this distance, one could feel the suffocating aura of destruction.
"The result should be there," Ning Bu'er said softly, a hint of regret in his voice. "Unfortunately, it's basically impossible to get there."
The chaotic spiritual energy of heaven and earth would be so overwhelming that even a normal late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would likely face a near-death experience, let alone two early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.
Chen Yi followed her gaze, then shook his head, decisively abandoning that unrealistic idea.
Even with the best opportunities, you still need to be alive to seize them.
"Let's leave that aside for now."
Chen Yi withdrew his gaze and turned it back to Ning Bu'er, his tone now tinged with concern, "How are you this time? Has your Demonic Flame Divine Power recovered?"
Compared to the vague and ethereal rumors about the spirit world, the safety of the person in front of me is the real and tangible concern.
Upon hearing this, Ning Bu'er's previously solemn face instantly broke into a smile.
"call-"
She raised her right hand and flicked her pale fingertips lightly.
A black flame quietly appeared.
The flame was extremely small, no bigger than a thumb, and had neither an astonishing heat wave nor a violent roar.
It burned silently, its edges exhibiting an eerie sharpness, as if burning out subtle folds in the surrounding space.
Although the quantity is small, the quality is extremely high.
If described in terms of weapons, this would be an extremely sharp dagger.
Chen Yi's eyelids twitched.
His intuition told him that if a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator stood still and was burned by this demonic flame for half a day, even his protective magic power would be burned through.
This has already exceeded the scope of supernatural powers at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
"Not bad." Chen Yi nodded approvingly. "It's a good start. Although there's less demonic flame essence here, as long as the foundation is still there, we can look for more later."
Ning Bu flipped his hands over and retracted the deadly demonic flame back into his body.
She looked at Chen Yi, the smile in her eyes gradually fading, turning into a deep, unfathomable tenderness.
"Fuji can handle the rest himself."
Her voice was soft, yet it carried an unprecedented firmness: "Chen Yi, you've already helped me so much."
Chen Yi was about to exchange a few polite words when Ning Bu'er's burning gaze silenced him.
"The last time, and this time, you twice risked your lives to help Fuji withstand the calamity."
As Ning Bu'er spoke, her body involuntarily leaned forward, her exquisitely beautiful face now less than a foot away from Chen Yi.
Chen Yi could even count her trembling eyelashes and smell the faint fragrance on her body that was mixed with the aura of thunder and fire.
Fuji saw it all and remembered it.
She stared into Chen Yi's eyes, as if trying to see into the depths of his soul, "I have no way to repay you, in this life, I am willing to share life and death with Fellow Daoist Chen."
We'll weather the storm together!
These words were entirely sincere and genuine, each one a reflection from the depths of the soul.
Looking at the beautiful woman so close to him, Chen Yi felt a mix of emotions.
In the world of cultivation, deceit and treachery abound, and true sincerity is the rarest of all.
But this affection was too heavy, so heavy that it made him, a person who was used to being alone, feel a heavy pressure.
"well-
—
All the words I wanted to say were ultimately reduced to a soft sigh.
The next moment, a fragrant breeze wafted over.
Ning Bu'er could no longer suppress the excitement in her heart and suddenly threw herself into Chen Yi's arms.
She wrapped her arms tightly around Chen Yi's shoulders and neck, as if she wanted to meld herself into his body.
Her red lips, burning hot, pressed against Chen Yi's lips without warning.
It was an awkward yet incredibly passionate kiss.
With the relief of surviving a disaster, and with unreserved affection.
【Sigh】
Chen Yi sighed again in his heart.
Reason told him he should push it away; the fewer obstacles on the path of cultivation, the better.
But the body tells a different story.
Feeling the trembling body of the woman in his arms and her burning passion, he didn't push her away, but gently placed his hand on her back.
That's enough.
For a long time, the lips are divided.
Ning Bu'er didn't back away, but instead nestled into Chen Yi's arms, burying her head in his chest.
She kept her head down, and no one could see her expression.
But if someone were to look at her from the side at this moment, they would see that the corners of her mouth were turned up high, forming a large arc.
That smile was breathtakingly beautiful, stunning the desolate ancient battlefield.
The lingering power of the thunder dissipated, but a tingling static sensation remained in the air.
Chen Yi withdrew his hand from Ning Bu'er's back, and the wisp of dark demonic energy at his fingertips slid into the depths of her meridians, where it lay dormant.
This misfortune turned into a blessing in disguise. Not only did the demonic flame within her reignite, but it also underwent a qualitative transformation, becoming more refined and profound than before.
Looking at the slightly pale face of the woman in his arms, Chen Yi said in a deep voice, "By the way, Bu Er, the quality of your new demonic flame is far superior to the previous one."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the gradually calming spatial ripples, and his tone became more serious: "In front of outsiders, you must not reveal your presence until the very last moment."
Those bald monks at Vajra Temple have always seen you as a thorn in their side.
If they discover this, and you've not only regained your supernatural powers but also possess potential far exceeding your previous level, they will definitely try to harm you in secret.
Such infighting between sects never takes a fair and square approach.
Taking advantage of your weakness to kill you is the norm in the cultivation world.
"From now on, you'll stay with me and just pretend to be sick or injured as much as possible. When your demonic flames are fully developed, we'll go back and fight our way back."
The person in her arms stirred.
Upon hearing this, Ning Bu'er's expression turned serious, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes, clearly indicating that he had also thought of the faces of those monks at the Vajra Temple.
She nodded obediently: "Okay, I'll do whatever you say."
The atmosphere became quiet for a moment, with only the occasional faint tearing sound from the spatial rift in the distance.
Suddenly, Ning Bu'er raised her head, and her eyes, which usually had a somewhat cold look, were now sparkling with a hint of cunning and shyness.
"By the way, I've regained my supernatural powers now. When are you going to find that Thunder Soul Dual Cultivation Technique you mentioned?"
Ning Bu'er nestled in Chen Yi's arms and asked cautiously, her pretty face flushed as she spoke, as if she had applied a layer of fine rouge, which spread all the way to her ears.
Chen Yi's body stiffened.
"Um? Isn't there a rush? Why are you, a cool and aloof fairy, always thinking about this?"
Chen Yi was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously replied, trying to shut her up with his "persona".
Upon hearing this, Ning Bu'er instantly raised her pretty face, her initial shyness replaced by a strange sense of crisis. She said with utmost seriousness, "That won't do. Chengcheng and that woman surnamed Yue are both—how could I—"
She bit her lower lip, seemingly finding it difficult to say what was about to come, but seeing Chen Yi's reluctant expression, she steeled herself and decided to go all out: "Besides, I'm not some aloof fairy. In their eyes, I'm a witch! I don't care, hurry up and find her, or I'll pester you for the rest of my life!"
After saying that, she wrapped her arms tightly around Chen Yi's waist, clinging to him like a koala, clearly determined to "stick with you."
Chen Yi's lips twitched slightly.
唉—
He sighed deeply in his heart.
He knew that having too many women would be a problem, affecting his cultivation and the speed at which he could draw his sword.
Now it seems that's indeed the case.
This is hardly a cold and aloof witch; she's clearly a young wife eager to establish her position.
But when Chen Yi looked down at her resolute yet somewhat apprehensive expression, the helplessness in his heart softened.
Ning Bu'er is already like this, willing to give up her life for him, what else can he do?
It can't be pushed open anymore.
"Alright. After we leave this secret realm, I'll look into it and put this matter on the agenda."
Chen Yi reluctantly gave in and reached out to rub her head.
Having received the promise, Ning Bu'er finally relaxed her grip, buried her face in Chen Yi's chest, and a triumphant smile appeared on her lips.
Chen Yi's gaze drifted into the void, but his thoughts wandered far away.
Although this trip into the secret realm was extremely dangerous, and we even nearly lost our lives several times, we managed to achieve our basic objective.
Although the Demon Flame Origin has not recovered much, the source has been activated. As long as things proceed step by step, it will not affect Ning Bu'er's cultivation.
This reduced the psychological burden on Chen Yi by 90% of the time when Ning Bu'er sacrificed herself to block the Vajra Imprisoning Heaven Finger attack for him.
The feeling of owing a huge debt of gratitude was like a boulder pressing on his heart, preventing him from finding peace in his cultivation over the years.
"Hmm~"
Now, the stone has finally been moved.
Bu Er is not currently demanding a Daoist partnership, but he is asking for genuine dual cultivation, so Chen Yi can't refuse too much.
After all, this was something he owed her.
Thinking of this, Chen Yi's anger towards the Xuan Gang monk intensified.
If it weren't for that bald monk, why would he have risked his life all these years to save Ning Bu'er and repay this karmic debt?
Why should he, a person who was peacefully cultivating himself, be forced to get involved in all this fighting and killing?
It should be noted that in recent years, Chen Yi has basically not kept things hidden in order to find a way to save Ning Bu'er.
His true strength has been exposed in many ways, and he even had to use some of his trump cards in public.
This represents a significant departure from his initial cultivation philosophy of "quietly developing in a corner and not venturing out until he is invincible."
This deviation signifies risk.
This means it is uncontrollable.
The potential consequences are still unknown, but if it attracts the attention of a Nascent Soul stage expert, that would be a real problem.
[Bald monk, I will kill you!]
A cold glint flashed in Chen Yi's eyes, and hatred welled up in his heart.
This score will be settled sooner or later.
Fortunately, after the matter with Fuji was resolved, he was no longer under too much pressure and could continue to find a place to cultivate in seclusion.
If he can leave the Black Mountain Secret Realm safely this time, he will find a secluded corner and seclude himself for decades before making any further moves.
Perfect timing! I'll take this opportunity to upgrade my Thunder Spirit Body Refinement level.
Including the Purple Lightning Soul Whip and other Nascent Soul level techniques and supernatural abilities, one should also cultivate them appropriately.
This battle made Chen Yi realize that once he reached the Nascent Soul stage, simply accumulating mana was no longer enough; he needed to have sufficiently powerful supernatural abilities.
In particular, the Thunder Soul Divine Power is really useful in battles of the same level against those cultivators with unstable souls or those who practice evil techniques!
It's like a game-changer.
After a brief period of tenderness, Chen Yi sat down cross-legged and began to regulate his breathing.
He still has a large amount of golden lightning essence within him that he hasn't refined yet. This is a valuable resource that shouldn't be wasted.
As the cultivation technique was activated, wisps of golden lightning power were drawn out and integrated into his limbs and bones, tempering his flesh and marrow, and greatly advancing his marrow refining progress.
Chen Yi estimated that if he had enough time to go into seclusion and refine all the golden lightning essence in his body for marrow refining, he should be able to reach the threshold of the mid-stage of the fourth level of body refining, or at least not by much.
[Not bad, such a gain so soon after entering this ancient battlefield.]
[And that strange and powerful spatial ability seems to have touched upon its edge as well.]
Chen Yi sensed the silver runes representing spatial abilities that had appeared on his nascent soul and was in a good mood.