Longzang

Chapter 535 A Mortal Gains a Name
After confirming that the three witches had told him everything they knew, Wei Yuan fed them to the seaweed.

Having just eaten two great witches, the arrival of three lesser witches was like dessert. The seaweed was in a good mood, but only one new branch grew.

The human environment was clearly unsuitable for the survival of the witch clan. Even if the three witches were not fed seaweed or tortured, they would not survive for more than a few hours.

Wei Yuan's gaze then fell on the small island formed from the Netherworld soil. The island's environment was six or seven parts similar to that of the Netherworld Realm. If the captured witches were placed on the island, they should be able to survive longer.

However, the island's environment is unsuitable for mortals to live on; only those at the Foundation Establishment stage can set foot on the island. If Wei Yuan wants to build a prison for the Witch Clan on the island, he will need more manpower.

Therefore, Wei Yuan issued an order to expand the scale of the Battle Saint Hall, increase the number of members, and accelerate the training of Dao Foundation cultivators.

Previously, Wei Yuan had already included the six arts of body forging from the Taichu Palace in the mortal world, as well as hundreds of various body forging techniques.

Generally speaking, no matter what kind of talent a mortal has, they can always find a cultivation method that suits them. However, Wei Yuan was still not entirely at ease, so he assigned a long-term task: to derive some body-forging methods specifically suitable for ordinary mortals based on these existing techniques.

At this time, the two masters of the Fighting Saint Hall had returned from searching for supplies, and each of them had made a purchase.

Wei Yuan inspected the items and found that the deputy curator was holding several strange grasses, a few fruits, two small beasts that were tied up, and a few things that he couldn't tell if they were insect eggs or bird eggs. They were basically all sentient beings from the Netherworld.

The curator had everything: a dozen different stones, a few dead trees, two strange fruits, and several handfuls of different soil.

Their personalities were completely different, evident even in the items they collected. Wei Yuan suddenly asked, "What are your names?"

Both of them were taken aback. Ordinary people in the mundane world are nameless; they remember each other in their own way. At the Immortal Plant Garden, everyone has a unique number, and when they recognize each other, they are actually confirming each other's numbers.

Now that Wei Yuan had suddenly asked, it was as if a bolt of lightning had flashed through their minds, breaking through the darkness and revealing a new world.

The deputy curator spoke first: "My surname is Long, Long Wushuang!"

The moment the name was uttered, his demeanor suddenly changed. Something intangible and intangible poured down from heaven and earth, flowing into his body, and a spark of innate spirituality was born within him.

Previously, mortals in the mundane world only looked like humans, but in reality, because they did not have physical bodies, their souls were only about 30% complete.

Now, with the birth of a bit of innate spirituality, Long Wushuang's soul is more complete, having reached 60%, seemingly having crossed some invisible barrier, making him feel completely different.

The current Long Wushuang has his own thoughts and personality, and is more like a real person.

The museum owner hesitated as always, as if he was thinking, but in fact he first secretly observed Long Wushuang's state, and then suddenly lost his mind for a moment, and said in a dull and calm voice: "My surname is Han, Han Li."

Similarly, after he was given a name, something intangible and formless in the world infused him with a touch of innate spirituality. He quickly glanced around, then concealed the divine light in his eyes and stood obediently in place.

Wei Yuan stroked his chin, looking at Han Li thoughtfully. Could this guy be inherently rebellious?
The process of obtaining a name seems to have a special effect on mortals in the mundane world. Wei Yuan tried asking other mortals for their names, but only two Immortal Foundation cultivators successfully obtained their names and developed their own spirituality. The others did not respond.

It seems that the later stages of Immortal Foundation or Dao Foundation are the threshold for obtaining one's own name and spontaneous spirituality.

The two brought back samples from the Netherworld and handed them over to various research institutes for study. At this time, Wei Yuan discovered that a group of mortals had built a small two-courtyard house in one of the few remaining open spaces in the city, with a sign erected at the entrance: Four Seas Connecting Immortal Boat Engineering Research Institute.

Looking at the vast ocean around him, Wei Yuan tacitly approved the establishment of the research institute. His divine sense returned to the Netherworld, and after identifying the hidden stars in the sky, he finally confirmed the location of Shu Li's kingdom, and then sped off in that direction.

As Wei Yuan walked, he suddenly stopped. Then a faint light flashed past him, only inches away!

Then, streaks of eerie light appeared, incredibly fast. Wei Yuan dodged repeatedly, but even with his movement speed, he was still a notch slower than the eerie light. In the blink of an eye, several cuts had already appeared on his body.

In the Netherworld, there are no physical bodies; everyone exists in the form of a primordial spirit. Therefore, Wei Yuan's injuries were directly to his primordial spirit, causing him to gasp in pain.

After a rapid attack, the ghostly light suddenly receded, revealing the figure of a witch who sneered at Wei Yuan, "Even after you advanced to the Dharma Aspect stage, you haven't become any more powerful."

Wei Yuan looked closely at her face and suddenly realized, "I remember now! You're that witch who looks a lot like us humans, what's your name again?"

Hui Xin was furious: "Who looks like a human?"

In truth, Huixin's face did resemble that of a human woman, except for a seven-colored scale between her brows. In terms of appearance, she was quite outstanding, slightly inferior to Yuanfei and Baoyun, but her exotic features made up for it somewhat.

However, the aesthetics of the Witch Clan and the Human Clan are completely different. In the eyes of the Witch Clan, the larger the body, the more beautiful it is, and the more the form deviates from childhood, the more beautiful it is. Therefore, the great Witch that Wei Yuan once saw, who was like a mountain of flesh, was considered a top-tier, peerless beauty among the Witch Clan, possessing a naturally superior physique and a very high priority for reproduction.

Huixin, with her slender figure and few extra parts, was considered extremely ugly and was constantly ridiculed and bullied by her peers from childhood.

Wei Yuan suddenly remembered something, and his expression towards Hui Xin turned to sympathy. Before he could speak, Hui Xin sensed something was wrong and screamed, "Shut up!"

Wei Yuan had the words on the tip of his tongue, so why would he stop?
Then, with a serious expression, he asked, "Your ability to conceal your aura and traverse the void, could it be because you were too ugly and got beaten up too many times as a child?"

Hui Xin roared in fury: "Are you looking for death?!"

Wei Yuan dodged her barrage of questions and continued, "I haven't finished speaking yet! How old are you?"

Hui Xin continued working, and subconsciously asked, "Ninety-seven, what's wrong?"

Wei Yuan sustained two more wounds, but he seemed completely oblivious, asking, "Ninety-seven, that's not young anymore. Have you ever mated?"

A storm suddenly erupted deep within Huixin's body, its aura soaring into the sky!

The area around the two was instantly filled with violent energy, countless pebbles floated into the sky, and streaks of lightning appeared in the void, some of which landed around the two, blasting up a cloud of dust and rubble.

The scales between Hui Xin's brows turned a deep black, and a terrifying black ball of lightning condensed at her fingertips, growing larger and larger.

Just then, dozens of Foundation Establishment warriors suddenly appeared around Huixin, each wielding a heavy shield and occupying various positions. They all emerged directly from underground. Huixin had been so enraged that she hadn't noticed when these Foundation Establishment warriors had been deployed.

The Daoist warriors with shields immediately restricted Huixin's range of movement to a very small area. Wei Yuan no longer concealed himself, and his Daoist power spread out, with a large hand grabbing at Huixin's head!

(End of this chapter)