Longzang

Chapter 283 As if the Body Had a Spirit
Wei Yuan had no time to take stock of his gains; he needed to treat his injuries immediately, or he might really die.

He touched his body; his armor, pockets, and even the odds and ends he carried were all destroyed by the sword energy. He couldn't find a single pill. Even if he did, it wouldn't have made a difference, as Wei Yuan only used the lowest grade pills, the kind that cost a few taels of immortal silver each.

Although he held the Xu family's secret treasury and still had over 100,000 taels of silver left untouched, Wei Yuan was very frugal with every tael he used, unwilling to spend even a penny on himself.

So looking at his wounds now, Wei Yuan was helpless. The poor had no elixirs and could only endure it with their bare hands.

Wei Yuan activated the healing techniques from the Moonlit Myriad Manifestations Chapter, revitalizing all the life force within his body. He then borrowed a bit of the aura from the Moon Laurel Immortal Tree and the Red Lotus Bodhi to elevate his own status, in order to prevent anything bad from happening.

The laurel tree turned around and gave no further aura.

The Red Lotus Bodhi was quite generous, simply dropping a leaf, which instead caused Wei Yuan considerable heartache. He repeatedly said, "No, no, I can handle it myself."

The Impure Earth Dragon Sunflower suddenly swayed, releasing a wisp of rebirth energy from the Netherworld. Wei Yuan was immediately dumbfounded; was this a prelude to sending him to reincarnation?

The other spiritual plants each emitted a little bit of aura, which was formed by them refining the spiritual energy of heaven and earth over time, and was a grade higher than ordinary spiritual energy.

With the help of the spiritual energy of these plants, Wei Yuan's vitality soared to an unprecedented peak.

Wei Yuan's wounds were extremely gruesome; some of his internal organs had been completely ripped open. The wounds were covered in blood. However, Wei Yuan's blood was a pale pink color, now congealed like jelly, sealing the entire wound and constantly wriggling, pulling the skin and flesh together.

It was as if each of Wei Yuan's internal organs had acquired its own sentience, with many fragments wandering around, searching for their promised land. Occasionally, fragments of the lungs and intestines would meet along the way, sizing each other up, both curious about the other they had never seen before.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two fragments set off on their own journeys, each searching for their way back home.

At this moment, Wei Yuan's body was completely out of his control. Even his muscles had their own ideas and wanted to emulate the ancient style of the Mingwang Palace and grow into Wei Yuan's head.

At this moment, Wei Yuan could only lie on his back, unable to even look up at the sky. His two eyes were busy looking at their own things, so much so that they were arguing about which way to turn his head. But his head had its own ideas.

For some reason, Wei Yuan suddenly recalled the description of the few legendary elixirs from the Taichu Palace: reversing yin and yang, restoring flesh and bones. Now, Wei Yuan felt that the scene was probably not so pleasant.

At this moment, Wei Yuan only had his sea of ​​consciousness to himself, so he simply entered the vast landscape to avoid getting upset.

The laurel tree was quietly moved to the other side of Jade Mountain. Wei Yuan was somewhat unsure how to proceed.

In the final, desperate moment, the sword energy of the laurel tree did not emerge. Wei Yuan thought it was just throwing a tantrum as usual, and felt that he could not drag the great enemy down with him and would endanger his teacher, which is why he flew into a rage.

Minor antics are one thing, they can be considered a bit of fun. But to do it in a life-or-death situation is something Wei Yuan cannot tolerate. If he really dies, the Moon Laurel Immortal Tree won't dissipate along with his Dao foundation, wouldn't that just benefit the enemy? Rather than aiding the enemy, it's better to destroy it.

At that moment, life and death hung in the balance, with the sword at his head. In his shock and anger, Wei Yuan shouted in his heart, which was probably heard by the laurel tree.

But now Wei Yuan realized that it wasn't that the Immortal Tree refused to lend its sword energy, but rather that it simply couldn't. All the sword energy had been taken by the girl and refined into the Crimson Night Immortal-Slaying Sword.

It's like a little girl painstakingly saving her New Year's money, putting every penny in her piggy bank, reluctant to spend it, only to have it taken away by an adult for some other purpose, and then getting scolded. If he were in her shoes, Wei Yuan felt he would feel wronged too. Since celestial beings possess spirits, Wei Yuan felt he should treat them seriously, so he walked to the laurel tree that was facing away from him. Actually, the laurel tree looked the same from any angle, but Wei Yuan just felt that it was currently facing away from him.

Wei Yuan bowed deeply and said, "At that critical moment of life and death, there was a misunderstanding in the heat of the moment. It was my fault. I apologize to you."

The laurel tree seemed surprised that Wei Yuan would apologize. It turned halfway around and then stopped. It was unsure whether to stay angry or simply forgive him.

After struggling for a while, the laurel tree flung out a pale red flower that hit Wei Yuan in the face, and then continued to be angry.

Wei Yuan was startled. The osmanthus flower had transformed into a pale red ethereal aura, seeping into his body.

As a result, not only did the vitality of Wei Yuan's body increase to a new level, but his spirituality also greatly increased, and many of his vital organs developed dangerous ideas of carving out their own territories and establishing themselves as kings.

The head suddenly felt it couldn't possibly associate with these fools, so it prepared to detach from its body and run away, but its senses disagreed. The two eyes reacted even more vehemently; just moments before, when the head had tried to turn away, they had refused, and now, whatever the head's thoughts were, they opposed them all. At this point, there was no right or wrong, only stance; whatever the head insisted on, they would oppose.

At this moment, the invading force of the muscles increased sharply, and they even came up with strategies and tactics. The brain was busy defending itself and had no time to split its brain.

Some small organs don't have such grand ambitions; they just want to die, retain a little spirituality, enter the cycle of reincarnation, be reborn as humans, and thus be liberated.

That's fine, though there are organs that are truly capable of suicide, but they are few and far between.

However, a certain important part of his lower body, which had been refined day and night and had even competed with the Empress Yuan, suddenly awakened and felt that he was born with innate wisdom and was diligently studying the magic of turning beans into soldiers.

Looking back on its first half of life, it felt that Wei Yuan had always been busy, but in the end, he was only dealing with trivial matters, and had long since deviated from the ultimate principles of heaven and earth and the true path of immortality. It was something that connected the past and the future, linking yin and yang. In terms of importance, it belonged to 'one' in the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, second only to chaos, and even above yin and yang.

But since birth, I've had almost no opportunity to use my talents. Before, I was oblivious and unaware, which was one thing, but now, with my innate spirituality, I immediately sensed something was wrong. What could be more important than passing on my legacy for eternity? Even sages have said, "Of the three unfilial acts, the greatest is to have no descendants!"
It must be that bastard in the head who's jealous of talent and deliberately prevents me from showing my abilities!
It felt that with treacherous officials running rampant, it was necessary to purge the emperor's inner circle!

Once the immortal arts are mastered, it will scatter beans to transform into immortal soldiers. Then, with the support of thousands of offspring immortal soldiers, it will rise to power, seize control of the body, deprive the brain, banish it to the cold palace, and bestow all its fiefdoms upon the muscles. From then on, if Wei Yuan wants to think, he can only rely on himself.

The muscle readily agreed and attacked even more fiercely. However, a small ring of muscles around its head, under its control, provided a strong defense, though the resistance was difficult. The muscle wanted to turn its own kind against them, but didn't know how.

Seeing the chaotic state of his body, Wei Yuan was both amused and exasperated. In particular, a certain part of his body, which he had developed using a self-taught immortal technique, was now standing proudly erect, confronting his head from afar.

Wei Yuan just wanted to cover his face. Luckily, this little world hadn't collapsed, otherwise, if his master or senior sister saw it...

However, Wei Yuan suddenly had a strange thought: it wouldn't matter if his senior sister saw it, since it's not like she hadn't seen it before.

Wei Yuan was startled, realizing he had been influenced by the part that had raised the flag of rebellion, and quickly cleared away any inappropriate thoughts. But this only confirmed his suspicions about that part; it really was his head that was causing the trouble!

At this point, it had almost finished studying the immortal arts, so it gathered spiritual energy and prepared to rise up in rebellion and turn beans into soldiers!
(End of this chapter)