“Quick, get up, take this Blood Healing Spirit, and refine and absorb it.”
Changqing hadn't recovered from the pain he had just experienced. In a blur of consciousness, he heard Dan Ji's slightly urgent voice.
He endured the pain in his body, got up, and saw a faint blue glow on Dan Ji's chest.
Changqing placed his hand on it, sensed a Mystic Spirit, and took it out.
Unlike other Imperial Spirits, he pulled out a somewhat disgusting fleshy tumor from Dan Ji's snow-white chest.
Normal Mystic Spirits were all faint blue light clusters, but this Imperial Spirit, although it also emitted a faint blue halo, its main body was a fleshy tumor.
The fleshy tumor was like a rotten peach, surrounded by many fine red filamentous worms, like borers inside a rotten peach.
Changqing sat down again, preparing to refine this Imperial Spirit. This was his first time refining an Imperial Spirit, and he had heard Luo Hongyan say that refining an Imperial Spirit was not easy.
It required incorporating it into an acupoint, and then continuously injecting the spiritual power in one's body into the Imperial Spirit until the Imperial Spirit was filled with one's own spiritual power. Only then could the Imperial Spirit be used by oneself.
“If the Blood Law Spirit cannot be absorbed into an acupoint, then swallow it into your stomach and refine it,” Dan Ji's voice urged again.
Changqing suppressed his nausea and swallowed it. The Imperial Spirit was like a huge parasite. He could feel the wriggling, fine tentacles slide down his esophagus, enter his abdomen, swim around his body, and finally burrow into his spine.
Then, the Imperial Spirit moved up along the spine, finally burrowing into his brain, and was locked up by the more than ten newly formed acupoints.
Or rather, it parasitized his acupoints.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he injected spiritual power into it, intending to refine it, the Imperial Spirit actually started operating on its own, consuming the Blood Qi around his body and healing his wounds.
“Hmm?” Feeling Changqing's change, Dan Ji was clearly stunned for a sudden.
However, Changqing didn't notice Dan Ji's doubt, because at this moment, his attention was entirely on the rapidly recovering wounds all over his body.
Anyone who has had surgery knows that growing new flesh is much more uncomfortable than cutting flesh.
Pain and itchiness occur simultaneously.
At this moment, the honeycomb-like wounds on Changqing's body were rapidly recovering, accompanied by pain no less intense than when he was first injured, all inflicted upon him.
In fact, Changqing didn't know that he was only a hair's breadth from death.
Dan Ji didn't care much about his life or death. The method she used to help him Breakthrough to the Chana Realm was extremely risky, a way of pulling up seedlings to help them grow.
It was simply a crude and violent method of dripping the Venerable's Blood, which belonged to the Thousand Autumn Realm, into Changqing's body, allowing the surging Blood Qi and spiritual power within it to fill Changqing's entire body.
If he had failed to Breakthrough to the Chana Realm, the essence and blood he had just absorbed would have beaten him into a honeycomb. How could a person not die?
If he Breakthrough to the Chana Realm, then she would quickly let him refine the Blood Healing Spirit to heal his wounds, and everyone would be happy.
The effect of the Blood Healing Spirit was very simple: as long as a large amount of Blood Qi was consumed, most wounds could be healed. Of course, with such severe injuries, if Changqing only relied on his own Blood Qi, he would certainly die. However, with Dan Ji by his side, there was no shortage of Blood Qi, and saving tens of thousands of Changqing would not be a problem.
However, the Blood Healing Spirit was a Low-Grade Mystic Spirit and required thirteen acupoints to carry. If Changqing could not Breakthrough to the Chana Realm, having only nine acupoints, he would simply be unable to refine the Blood Healing Spirit.
Even if he couldn't Breakthrough to the Second Level of the Moment Realm in one go, he wouldn't have a chance to survive.
This acupoint Acupuncture was a no-return gamble for him; win or die.
It was just that Changqing didn't know. Compared to Dan Ji, he was still a bit naive, overestimating his importance to Dan Ji.
Originally, she was skeptical about Changqing being able to kill Liu Lu and obtain the Hundred Flowers Token, so she wouldn't feel it was a pity if Changqing died.
But if Changqing could survive and become stronger, it would also be a “good thing” for her.
The wounds all over Changqing's body slowly healed as before. He felt completely drained, supporting himself with his hands on the ground, kneeling in the Blood Pool, unable to get up for a long time.
“It seems your will is quite tenacious, and you indeed have the talent for Cultivating Blood Law. Get up, this Master will now teach you how to Cultivate the Six Viscera and Eight Bowels.”
Dan Ji, however, did not intend to let him rest, but she had already started referring to herself as “this Master,” and her tone was noticeably much gentler than before, showing a hint of appreciation.
Changqing wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and forced himself to stand up.
“Did you bring the things I asked you to prepare earlier?”
He nodded, turned and walked to the edge of the Blood Pool, took out a dagger and a small bag of sharp, long, shattered stones from his clothes, and walked to Dan Ji.
“Take this Flying Whirlwind Spirit from this Master.”
Changqing complied, reached out his hand and placed it on her chest, taking out a milky-white ball of light from within.
“Master, why are some Imperial Spirits ethereal light clusters, while others are substantial fleshy balls?” Changqing couldn't help but ask.
“All other Imperial Spirits in the world are ethereal, only Blood Law Spirits exist between the ethereal and the substantial. Take a good look at what the Bone Spike Spirit on your body looks like.”
Upon hearing this, Changqing took out the Bone Spike Spirit from his acupoint. Comparing it with the Flying Whirlwind Spirit he had just obtained, he realized that there were indeed differences between the two.
The Flying Whirlwind Spirit felt ethereal to the touch, empty inside, seemingly just a halo of light.
While the Bone Spike Spirit also emitted a milky-white halo, when Changqing squeezed it hard, he found that inside it was a hard, tooth-shaped object. Like the Blood Healing Spirit, it was surrounded by countless tiny, red, worm-like tentacles, but they were so fine that they were almost invisible.
After putting the Flying Whirlwind Spirit into his acupoint, just like the Blood Healing Spirit he had just received, it hadn't been refined yet. As soon as Changqing activated his spiritual power, it emitted light, waiting to be commanded.
The previous acupoint Acupuncture had caused Changqing immense pain, and his thoughts had also stagnated. Now he recalled that he seemed to have used the Blood Healing Spirit directly without refining it.
“What's going on? Didn't Luo Hongyan say that Imperial Spirits must be refined before they can be used?”
Thinking of this, he asked Dan Ji.
“Master, why was I able to directly use the Blood Healing Spirit and Flying Whirlwind Spirit you gave me just now without refining them?”
Dan Ji hesitated for a moment and replied.
“You have absorbed a large amount of this Master's Blood Qi, which means you are of the same origin as this Master. Naturally, you can use this Master's Imperial Spirits.”
Changqing nodded, not doubting her, and then asked.
“Then what should this Disciple do now?”
“This Flying Whirlwind Spirit is a type of Equipment Spiritual, and its effect is very simple: it can make attached objects spin rapidly.”
Dan Ji paused.
“The method this Master is about to teach you, you must not be afraid. If you are afraid, you won't be able to refine it.”
Changqing was stunned, not expecting her to actually comfort him. Thinking of the pain during the acupoint Acupuncture just now, he thought that Cultivating the Six Viscera and Eight Bowels would probably be even more terrifying than the acupoint Acupuncture, otherwise Dan Ji wouldn't have needed to say so.
However, he merely nodded expressionlessly. He had experienced too much suffering and torment in these several lives, and he had long since come to terms with this kind of physical torture.
“Master, please speak. I am not afraid.”
“Then listen carefully. Nothing can be created from nothing. The sea of people, the underground palace, and the heavenly mansion cannot appear out of thin air. The key to Cultivating the Six Viscera and Eight Bowels is to make everything return to Chaos, and Rebirth from Chaos.”
“What you need to Cultivate is not one extra viscera and two bowels than ordinary people, but completely different Six Viscera and Eight Bowels from ordinary people.”
“You must break and Rebirth.”
Changqing asked with some confusion, “This Disciple is dull. What do ‘break’ and ‘Rebirth’ mean?”
“Literal meaning.”
He looked at the dagger and sharp stones beside him, as well as the Flying Whirlwind Spirit Dan Ji had given him, and a bad premonition rose from the bottom of his heart.
