ccnovels #277 - "Damn it, you're pretending!"
#277 - "Damn it, you're pretending!"
Wang Jixuan now had two choices.
First, reveal his original memories, which involved Wangxian Valley and the Qi refining method at the beginning of his cultivation.
This method of memory display was continuous.
However, as long as Wang Jixuan didn't translate the language of the cultivation world, they wouldn't understand it, and the incantations and techniques wouldn't be leaked.
Second, display a period of cultivation memory without basic guidance.
Ah, no, there's a third option.
Show a memory of Mu Liang!
Wonderful.
Just as Wang Jixuan was about to reveal Mu Liang's childhood memories, his mind flickered slightly, and he glanced around.
He suddenly remembered that not long ago, when he and Fu Jian were riding in the supply vehicle back to Fortress 76 from the desert, the slight confusion in Fu Jian's eyes, the only intact human organ.
The despair brought by the Pillar Blade Beast;
The pressure brought by the Blade Beast civilization;
Had never really subsided.
'Wouldn't such deception make them lose faith in me sooner or later?'
'Now that I have presented myself as a new, foreign civilization, I should also produce some evidence to give Fu Jian some new hope, which is better than Fu Jian preparing for his final affairs.'
'Ah, I can also let Number Five see if I am worth her placing a heavier bet on.'
Wang Jixuan looked towards Ling Tong and gently winked at her.
"Peony, turn on the shielding device. This information must not be leaked."
Peony turned off the high-definition recording.
Fu Jian also stopped the real-time data synchronization.
Wang Jixuan cleared his throat and activated the flame on the back of his hand, and the newly acquired psionic circuit rose from the flame.
Wang Jixuan felt something in his heart.
Now, as long as he recalled it, he could project the image to them.
So, what should he recall?
First, fulfill his promise and let Number Five see some of his childhood memories.
A layer of gray clouds appeared above Wang Jixuan's head, and the gray clouds slowly spread out, with a continuous green mountain range emerging on it, as if the artistic conception in a traditional ink painting was imprinted.
The picture should have been from his perspective, but Wang Jixuan used a bit of Buddhism to look down on the past, which resulted in a third-person perspective.
… …
Dang—
The sound of a great bell echoed in the mountains and forests, and a huge wine gourd slowly flew from the horizon.
On the gourd, an old Taoist in a green robe and a young boy in a brand-new short shirt and trousers were sitting in front of the mouth of the wine gourd, flying towards a green mountain.
A layer of transparent light wall appeared outside the green mountain, and then the light wall opened, revealing a range of strange peaks and ridges.
The peaks were like swords, piercing the sky.
The boy asked in a low voice, "Master, is this Wangxian Valley?"
"That's right," the old Taoist stroked his beard and smiled.
"Then why aren't there any valleys, just mountain peaks?"
"Hahaha," the old Taoist shook his head with a smile, "Because our Wangxian Valley has existed for tens of thousands of years and is already a major sect of the righteous path. In the beginning, the Patriarch opened the mountain gate in a valley, so it was called Wangxian Valley. We also have a large sect next door, which is also gaining momentum, and they are still called Gexian Village."
"Oh—"
The boy looked enlightened.
The big gourd fell towards a mountain peak, and several figures flew out in front, each cupping their hands in greeting.
The old Taoist took the boy to a delicate wooden building.
Everywhere here were 'light walls' of formations. The old Taoist smiled kindly, his thumb ring slightly shaking, and took out a futon, letting the boy sit down.
"Wang Zheng, today you have entered Wangxian Valley, and from now on you will be a cultivator, no longer a mortal."
"In the future, I hope you will walk the righteous path, establish lofty ambitions, cultivate yourself, protect all living beings. I don't expect you to become the number one master in the world, I only hope you can enjoy longevity, without illness or disaster."
The old Taoist took out a whisk and swept it to the left and right of the boy, as if to sweep away the worldly ties for the boy.
"Within the cultivation sect, you can no longer use your common name. I should give you a Taoist name… I still need to think about this Taoist name, to see what kind of talent you have."
"Later, your senior sister will come over and teach you how to breathe in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which is the foundation of cultivation."
"Oh."
"Silly disciple, from now on you must say, 'Disciple obeys.'"
The little boy was clever and shouted crisply, "Disciple obeys!"
The picture gradually faded.
The audience watching these pictures could not understand what the little boy and his master were saying at this moment, but they could roughly understand what was happening.
—Wang Jixuan did not have Number Five's ability to allow people to directly understand across languages in their hearts.
The picture reappeared, and a handsome girl took the boy to do the introductory matters.
When cultivation was involved, Wang Jixuan took the initiative to stop and explained a few words to everyone, and then showed them the memory picture half a year later, quickly browsing through his life and growth in the mountains.
When some cultivators flying with objects appeared in the picture, Wang Jixuan would slow down the flow of the picture, deliberately showing the demeanor of the cultivators.
… …
After less than ten minutes, Wang Jixuan snapped his fingers.
"Childhood life is basically like this, all the same."
Number Five crossed her arms and thought carefully: "I can prove that these are indeed your memories and are not fake, but… is there no part about taking a bath?"
Wang Jixuan cursed with a dark face: "Don't you not take a bath either?"
Number Five said leisurely: "I am a powerful spirit cultivator, and my body has no filth at all."
Peony said calmly from the side: "Your body does have no filth, but there is a pile of frightening injuries."
Number Five ignored the machine body and just looked at Wang Jixuan, and said slowly:
"It doesn't matter if there is no bathing scene. You need to use your memory to prove that you were originally a basic human structure."
Wang Jixuan wondered: "Is this important?"
"Extremely important," Number Five stared at Wang Jixuan, "I hope you can be honest, mysterious cultivator, this is very important."
"Why?"
"I can't tell you these things for the time being. I have proven my sincerity, and it's your turn to prove it."
"I skipped it when I was about to show it. It's usually in some pools," Wang Jixuan thought for a while.
It would be too embarrassing for him to publicly show himself bathing.
However, he could show a picture of a fellow disciple, a boy who was not much older than him, coming out of the bath.
Wang Jixuan didn't use Buddhism, used his first-person perspective, recalled the memory in his heart, and then broadcast it publicly.
Gao Huating raised her hand to cover her eyes;
Number Five frowned and looked at the body structure of the boy a few times, calmly moved her eyes away, exuding the calmness of an old spirit cultivator.
In the picture, the two boys chatted for a while, imagining what their future cultivation path would be like.
However, everyone couldn't understand it, they just saw that they were chatting happily.
Wang Jixuan asked: "Is this okay?"
"Alright, but can you give me more content?"
The Number Five spirit cultivator was a little dissatisfied:
"I have shown you the memories of one hundred and seventy Earth years, although it is only a memorable battle, but I have given all the information I should give."
"Okay, then let you see."
Wang Jixuan pondered slightly and began to recall the three sect competitions he had participated in before and after, every five years, only young disciples under the age of forty could participate.
The memories he chose were all very representative.
When he was thirteen years old, he was about to complete the Foundation Establishment and only reached the position outside the top 100 in the competition.
At this time, his fighting methods were relatively simple, a flying sword given by his uncle, a stack of talismans he drew himself, and a pile of inferior magic weapons he refined himself. He racked his brains on the ring, but he could only barely draw with the Core Formation senior sister.
The picture turned, and still in the ring composed of those formations, Wang Jixuan, who was eighteen years old, was dressed in a green shirt and leggings. He was only half a step away from the Golden Core Realm. He killed through the ring with one person and one sword. The talismans had become formations, and there were three or four hundred magic weapons.
At that time, he was already a rising star in the sect.
Later, he represented Wangxian Valley and participated in several sect excellent disciple competitions, earning a lot of fame for Wangxian Valley.
The third time he stood on the ring, Wang Jixuan had already revealed a bit of grandmaster demeanor. His green robe was elegant, he stood with his hands behind his back, and a simple flying sword forced all the disciples who came to challenge him to bow their heads and admit defeat.
Wang Jixuan didn't even notice;
Now, looking at the memory, he realized… at that time, there seemed to be many senior sisters and junior sisters who were carefully dressed up around the ring where he was.
They were not familiar, there was no specific impression, and there were no genius figures.
Taoist Wang closed the memory display circuit.
Three times participating in the ring, dozens of battles, from a lower realm to the Golden Core Realm, the means changed from simple to complex and then simplified.
He and his contemporary disciples fully demonstrated the fighting characteristics of their immortal cultivation civilization, as well as various skills such as talismans, formations, weapons, and pills.
"This should be enough, right?" Wang Jixuan asked.
"Let me think…"
The Number Five spirit cultivator seemed thoughtful and murmured softly:
"Your civilization's combat methods are indeed very different from ours.
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"We exert one effect for one unit of spiritual energy, and you use one unit of spiritual energy to leverage more spiritual energy. Those special weapons also have high plasticity.
"I have detected a more essential pursuit of the power of rules, through imitation and learning, to comprehend this rule."
Wang Jixuan raised his eyebrows: "You can actually understand this."
"Although I should stop here, but…"
The Number Five spirit cultivator looked at Wang Jixuan with clear eyes:
"I want to know what you looked like at your peak. This is very important for my judgment."
“I didn't mean to disrespect you… I just need a little confidence right now to make a decision that might stab our Spiritual Cultivation Civilization in the back.”
Daoist Wang nodded.
This guy seemed to be fooling around, acting somewhat naive, but in reality, his purpose was always very clear.
First, determine if he was originally human;
Then, see what his peak strength was like;
Wang Jixuan also keenly realized that Spiritual Cultivator Number Five might already know some 'exclusive' secrets.
“It's not a big problem,” Wang Jixuan said, looking to the left and right, “They probably wouldn't understand. I'll show it to you alone. Besides, I don't want them to worry.”
“Yeah, how will you show it?”
“Don't resist,” Wang Jixuan took a light breath, formed a sword finger, and flicked his sleeve at Number Five.
In a daze, Number Five saw a clear blue sky.
“This is?”
She was a little puzzled. Then, she saw the figure slowly walking up the mountain cliff.
It was as if there were steps in the air.
Wang Jixuan's appearance was similar to that during the third arena match. At this moment, his face was delicate, his long hair fluttered, his wide robe billowed in the wind, and his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes contained a powerful fighting spirit.
Fighting spirit?
Number Five stared at Wang Jixuan's surroundings.
He was walking towards the sky, and the sky was clear, with no enemies around.
Suddenly;
Rumble!
A dull thunderclap sounded in the clear sky, and the sky changed color.
Large swaths of dark clouds rolled in, condensing into a vortex in the sky, pressing down on the green-robed cultivator!
Rolling thunder rumbled in the vortex, and huge thunder spots appeared under the clouds. Above the clouds, the black clouds constantly changed, evolving into a sky full of immortal and Buddha shadows, revealing the charm of the Great Dao.
Spiritual Cultivator Number Five knew what was what;
Even if she couldn't understand it, she could synchronously feel Wang Jixuan's feelings at the time.
The might of the heavens was understood by her as the pressure of the gods;
And this power of the Great Dao was understood by her as the power of the original rules;
The thunder spots suddenly bloomed, and dozens of thunder spots condensed into a silver-white lightning bolt as thick as a bucket, striking straight down at the figure below!
At the beginning of the Heavenly Tribulation, the Lightning Tribulation fell first!
That figure's fighting spirit was high, initially extremely confident, without any hesitation, resisting the heavenly lightning and continuing to climb the steps.
It was as if he was about to pierce through the sky;
As if these clouds were just thin mist in the mountains.
The thunder fell again, each one stronger than the last;
The cultivator coughed up blood, letting out a long roar, revealing his own profound Taoism. The aura of a Great Ascension Stage expert filled the sky and covered the earth!
In the illusion created by Wang Jixuan's memory, Number Five felt the collision of the two forces of heaven and man, and personally witnessed the entire process of transcending the tribulation.
Inside the studio, everyone could see Number Five's expression change at this moment.
From the initial curiosity to the subsequent cold arrogance, then to holding her breath and concentrating, tightly pursing her lips, and finally, her eyes were dull, even a little dazed.
Wang Jixuan was also watching this heavenly tribulation.
He had previously been unwilling to recall this failure, which was the only failure on his path of cultivation.
But now, he already understood where he went wrong and what he missed, and his state of mind was very calm.
He had absolutely no problem with the 'technology' aspect.
The first three heavenly tribulations were mainly lightning tribulations, which could be resisted head-on. Heavenly tribulations had extremely strong destructive power to the spirituality of magical treasures… Wang Jixuan didn't want Peony to see these scenes, also because he had destroyed several high-level magical treasures with spirituality during this tribulation.
Peony was completely different from these magical treasures. Peony already had a complete spiritual body, which was usually only possible for 'immortal artifacts', and their relationship was more like master and servant.
At that time, the spirituality of his magical treasures was only able to simply respond to his questions, more like small pets like cats and dogs.
From the fourth heavenly tribulation onwards, Wang Jixuan began to take out all kinds of magical treasures and swallow pills by the handful.
He resisted in this way until the sixth heavenly tribulation, when a mixed tribulation of heavenly fire, astral winds, thunder, extreme cold, and inner demons began to appear.
Wang Jixuan had already rehearsed it, fully mobilizing every bit of his mana, and step by step walked towards the final ninth heavenly tribulation.
This was a tribulation of life and death. The power of the lightning tribulation was difficult to quantify, and Wang Jixuan could only do his best.
At the moment when the ninth tribulation fell, Wang Jixuan judged that he couldn't resist it at all.
His heavenly tribulation was more troublesome than the ninefold heavenly tribulations recorded in the classics.
He used all his methods, burning himself and rushing towards the heavenly tribulation, with several cries of “Elder” and “Nephew,” crashing into the thunderball that gathered all the power, and exploding into a dazzling scene.
Cultivation should be like this;
How can one be content with mediocrity!
Clap.
Wang Jixuan clapped his hands lightly, and Number Five woke up from her dream, looking up at Wang Jixuan.
She was still stunned, unable to extricate herself from the oppression of the heavenly might.
“Did you see everything?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to cooperate with me?”
“If I have the honor,” Number Five took a light breath, and her speech became much more rigorous. There was also a hint of hesitation in her clear voice, “I'm just worried that I may not be qualified to talk to you about cooperation, but just to ask for your help.”
“As fellow sufferers, we should support each other.”
The Daoist also sighed somewhat:
“Let's go, I'll heal you first, but my power is limited now, so I probably won't be able to help you recover too much.”
“Okay,” Number Five nodded lightly, “The world where your civilization is located is a piece of land, not a planet, right?”
“You seem to know something.”
“Not much, very fragmented, and I can't tell it, ” Number Five said with a smile, looking at Gao Huating, “She should know more than me… I'm very upset now. I originally thought you were similar to me, but I didn't expect there to be such a big difference in level. This is a blow to me. I may not be able to get along with you as happily as before.”
Wang Jixuan raised his hand and patted her forehead: “Don't be restrained, relax a little, Little Wei.”
Pa!
Number Five leaned her head back, raised her hand to swat away Wang Jixuan's hand, and glared, cursing:
“Take your hand away!”
“See, you've found your state.”
“I'm really convinced by you, you don't have the demeanor of a strong person at all! That's not how you are in my memory!”
“Isn't that… in decline… alas, life has its ups and downs, who can say for sure.”
“Damn it! I was tricked by you!”
“Thank you all for your hard work, have free time. Number Five should be considered one of us now.”
Wang Jixuan waved to Ling Tong.
Ling Tong responded with a smile, watching him enter the slate sub-space with the war puppet.
She suddenly realized that she didn't understand her partner that well.