PDLP Chapter 209 A Small Gathering
Chapter 209 A Small Gathering
They wanted to seek help from a powerful being.
But I really don't have any connections in that area in Beijing.
Seeing that Yang Silang's eyes were already showing signs of aging, She Nu decided to return her soul to the Niwan Palace in an attempt to awaken Yang Silang.
"Huh... Master's eyes seemed to move just now..." Fu Hongying suddenly exclaimed.
Everyone hurriedly opened their eyes to look.
really.
Yang Silang's eyelids seemed to twitch slightly, and his breathing changed, becoming heavier and lighter as if he were about to wake up.
His body was enveloped in a violently boiling and swirling green aura, like a cloud.
At some point.
All of this true energy suddenly entered his body.
As soon as the wood-elemental true energy was severed, all the flowers and plants at Yang Silang's feet withered and instantly turned to ashes.
The tender buds on the orange peel on the table had rotted, and the original orange peel had instantly dried out beyond recognition.
Yang Silang's body surface, wood grain, oil sheen, and the wooden hairpin with leaves, as well as his clothes that had turned into wood fibers, all returned to their original state. Even the fleshy tissue that resembled roots spreading out from his feet returned to his body.
Wang Daniu held his little aunt in his hands, and at this moment, a green aura also emerged from his body, which was completely swallowed by Yang Silang. It finally returned to its original clear and bright form.
After a while.
Yang Silang opened his eyes.
A deep green light flashed in his eyes before returning to normal.
His eyes looked at the crowd with some confusion at first, as if he was recognizing people, before regaining their clarity after a few breaths.
"Big Ox, why are you all surrounding me?"
Seeing that Yang Silang still recognized him, Wang Daniu breathed a sigh of relief and rushed over to grab his hand.
"Fourth Brother, you almost grew into a tree just now!"
"That's so dangerous..."
Yang Silang looked at the others.
She Nu, Da Qing, and Fu Hongying nodded repeatedly. The three of them huddled together and recounted the various signs that Yang Silang had just been turned to wood by true qi.
When Yang Silang heard that fleshy roots were growing from his feet and embedding themselves in the paving stones, his face finally changed color.
He looked down.
Sure enough, there were countless holes of varying sizes on the floor tiles around my feet.
Yang Silang shivered.
That was close.
Mo Xinlian is unreliable. I thought Hu Jiaoniang was reliable, but she's no less troublesome.
This gift was so generous that I almost fell asleep. If I had slept for a long time, I was afraid my feet would have grown rooted to the ground in this room.
That would be a huge joke.
original.
The amount of wood-elemental divine intent he absorbed was truly immense.
Hu Jiaoniang was only considering the potential risks, since a wood demon who cultivates to become a Martial Saint should be somewhat different from a human Martial Saint.
She didn't even consider that the wood demon had lived for a thousand years and was enormous. How vigorous must his blood and qi be to become a Martial Saint? Besides, he was originally a wood demon, and his connection with the wood elemental energy wasn't just a matter of compatibility, but rather that they were originally one.
This aspect of the Wood element's martial saint's divine intent is far too refined.
For example, Du Mohu and Mu Canghu's spiritual intent is only similar in spirit, after all, the two are not truly like fire and water; but the old tree's spiritual intent is both in form and spirit, he really is a block of wood.
Yang Silang's dantian contained not only a trace of wood-attribute divine intent, but also a small portion of the old tree's vast wood-attribute essence as a wood demon, as well as its powerful instinct to take root and sprout as a tree.
Consort Hu gave her advice, but it was too late.
As soon as that bit of wood-attribute divine intent entered Yang Silang's dantian, he became drowsy. As his self-awareness gradually faded, the wood demon's instinct to take root and sprout took over.
That's why fleshy roots grew under Yang Silang's feet.
Fortunately, although Yang Silang fell asleep, he did not sleep peacefully.
The golden light of merit spun rapidly, but unfortunately, it was inferior in quality to the divine will of the Martial Saint, barely managing to keep Yang Silang's mind clear.
Just now.
Just then, She Nu, Wang Daniu, and others came in and surrounded him, discussing things incessantly.
Yang Silang's soul received that faint sound in his Niwan Palace, and his self-awareness instantly returned, causing him to shout out the words "Dispel Calamity".
At the same time, the true self seed within the true form of Ruyi Tianzun is activated.
Under his inner vision, he saw that the seed was about to sprout into a tree, which was extremely dangerous. It would then turn him into a demon, and Yang Silang might really become a tree and be assimilated by that old tree demon.
Although the other party did nothing, they were only extorted by Consort Hu for a little bit of the Martial Saint's divine will.
The ability to dispel misfortune awakens along with other supernatural abilities such as rejuvenation, divine strike, and disguise. Its function is to remove various negative statuses.
With the help of the power of the supernatural, the seed of the true self shattered instantly and transformed back into the true self.
In the halo behind the head of the Ruyi Tianzun, an ancient tree appeared, growing lush and pleasing to the eye. Two eyes appeared on the tree, looking around in surprise, before closing their eyes and falling asleep peacefully and calmly.
Yang Silang then fully woke up.
Even so, he was in a daze for a while.
Because in his dream, the roots penetrated the earth and stood for what seemed to be a hundred years.
Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly, and when he awoke he was still confused. Did I dream of the butterfly, or did the butterfly dream of me? Am I the butterfly or Zhuangzi?
Yang Silang was in that state of mind just now.
He was met with concerned looks from the crowd.
Yang Silang waved his hand and said something.
"I'm fine now. I just had a minor problem while practicing my skills."
Yang Silang waved his hand and said something.
"I'm fine now. I just had a minor problem while practicing my skills."
He ushered everyone out of the room, carefully examined his body, and pondered what exactly was wrong.
Let's start with the physical changes.
Yang Silang discovered that both his spiritual energy and the true qi in his dantian had increased dramatically, enough to withstand two or three months of arduous cultivation.
It's just in the true qi of the dantian.
Originally, there were three points of light, blue, red, and green, rotating in a circle. Now, upon closer inspection, the blue light has expanded to almost become a ball of light, making the two seeds of water and fire next to it appear much smaller, and the balance has been completely lost.
Second.
He originally had the Yellow Jade Fruit within him to replenish the essence of heaven and earth.
Now, unexpectedly, he discovered that a pure power of heaven and earth was constantly emanating from the halo behind the head of the Ruyi Tianzun in the Niwan Palace.
He carefully examined his inner self.
However, they discovered that the source was an extra praying figure in the halo behind the head of the Ruyi Tianzun, which was the pine tree. It was like another yellow jade fruit, constantly supplying Yang Silang with energy.
He originally had one and a third of a yellow jade fruit, which was only enough for him to become a Martial Saint or a True Person through martial arts or Taoism. Now that he has this wood demon offering, it is probably enough for him to reach the top in both.
Yang Silang scratched his head, feeling both amused and exasperated.
Did I absorb and digest this bit of the Wood Demon Martial Saint's true meaning, and unintentionally complete the transformation of the barbarian into myself?
After some thought, he roughly understood why he had encountered this unexpected turn of events.
Because the wood demon is a demon, it possesses divine power; moreover, it has cultivated into a martial saint and condensed the divine will of a martial saint.
Human martial saints like Du Mohu and Mu Canghu likely never practiced Taoist arts, so although their true intent was powerful, it could not remain detached from their bodies.
The Wood Demon's divine intent, which is a manifestation of the Martial Saint, contains the power of his soul, a fusion of Yin and Yang, making it a clear manifestation of the Wood Demon.
Yang Silang refined someone else's clone, and naturally suffered the backlash of assimilation.
His soul was lost, and his inner energy went berserk.
Fortunately, Wang Daniu and the others arrived in time, preventing him from actually turning into a tree. Instead, they turned misfortune into good fortune, as a praying wood spirit appeared in his halos.
This wood spirit has always been lazy and indolent.
Since it has become one of my prayer followers, I will always intercept a portion of what it gains during its cultivation.
This is why Granny Tianjing said that the original realm of Ruyi Tianzun is a great taboo, because it can intercept the incense and wishes of external gods and use them to strengthen itself.
The situation with the wood spirit is too special; even someone as knowledgeable as Hu Jiaoniang probably hadn't considered this possibility.
of course.
If Wang Daniu and the others don't come in...
Yang Silang was already vaguely aware that he had slept enough and it was time to wake up. It was his self-awareness that sensed danger and his soul was warning him. In the end, he might not necessarily turn into a tree.
In short, today's events were too bizarre and dangerous.
However, it really can't be blamed on Hu Jiaoniang.
"They meant well, we can't let our benefactor feel disappointed."
He rested for a while, then called in his servant to bring him a meal, which he then ate to his heart's content.
Only then did he go out into the courtyard, summon Fu Hongying, and demonstrate the Five Elements Fist version of Huanxi Hand several times, giving Fu Hongying some pointers.
Wang Daniu came over to talk about something else.
Zhou Mingxuan, who had come to the capital with him, sent Xiao Qi to find him, saying that the imperial examination was in half a month.
He invited Yang Silang to a small gathering the day after tomorrow to exchange some exam information.
Yang Silang nodded in agreement.
At night.
Hu Jiaoniang's true form did not arrive, but the fox tattoo on his arm burned, and demonic energy rolled down, finally appearing on the chair, with his divine sense descending upon his clone.
She only glanced at Yang Silang before noticing the changes in his body.
"Wow... you're refining it pretty quickly..."
"How does it feel?"
Yang Silang stretched out his hand, and immediately a surge of green true energy flowed out. He gently pressed his palm on the table and then raised his hand.
There was a wet handprint on the table.
The palm print didn't sink into the tabletop; instead, the table visibly grew half a finger taller, forming a raised handprint, as if it had been deliberately carved and preserved when the table was made.
He used his inner energy to stimulate the remaining wood within the table, allowing it to regrow.
Wood is not as gentle and resilient as water, nor as domineering and fierce as fire, but it is still good at strengthening the foundation and nourishing the vital energy, accelerating the recovery of true qi, blood and spirit.
"Your Majesty..." Yang Silang said with a smile, "Thank you for providing the wood-attribute divine seed. I have completely refined it."
"Is that wood spirit senior alright?"
Hu Jiaoniang smiled.
"Of course it's good, it's excellent."
"I saw it again in the Imperial Garden today; it was still sleeping peacefully there."
Yang Silang felt relieved.
It's good that the other person likes to sleep; such a well-behaved and trouble-free blood pack is truly rare.
As expected, Consort Hu sent her a very generous gift.
That night, to express his gratitude to Consort Hu for her gift, he used all his skills to tell ten more stories. The last story was about Tang Sanzang walking out of the demon-suppressing circle drawn by Sun Wukong with his Ruyi Jingu Bang, only to be captured by the One-Horned Rhinoceros King. The Great Sage was no match for the Vajra Bracelet and was forced to seek help from reinforcements.
Hu Jiaoniang listened to the story with great satisfaction all night, and then gracefully departed when it was time to leave.
The next day.
Hu Jiaoniang did not come, and Mo Xinlian did not contact her either.
Noon on the third day.
Yang Silang and Wang Daniu entered a restaurant.
They had arranged to meet Zhou Mingxuan here.
The man analyzed the situation with great seriousness.
"Young lady, look at the marriage line on your hand. It's been full of twists and turns. This is probably not a good sign."
"You'll probably have to marry three times in this lifetime."
The girl opposite was terrified.
"What should we do? Is there any way to resolve this?"
"I don't want to marry three men!"
Yang Silang coughed, pointed at the handsome man, and laughed.
"That's easy. I'll act as your matchmaker, young lady. You can marry this Brother Zhou directly, one step at a time, and you won't have to worry about marrying three times."
The girl let out a soft moan, only then noticing someone had entered the private room. She jumped up, covered her flushed face with a fan, and ran out.
The elegant man stood up, cupped his hands in a salute, and spoke with a complaining tone.
"Brother Yang, you really are something. We haven't seen each other for so long, and the first thing you do when we meet is to undermine me."
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