Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 142 Silkworm Spirit
The spirit insect proudly declared, "I am a noble 'silkworm spirit,' of course I can speak!"

Ning Fusang asked, "Are you a silkworm?"

Upon hearing this, the silkworm spirit paused for a moment, then said guiltily, "Yes."

Actually not.

The silkworm is a predatory silkworm, not the silkworm that people understand as being able to spin silk.

The Silkworm Spirit, literally understood, is a creature that devours spiritual energy; it consumes the spiritual energy within its host.

Therefore, the silkworm spirit dared not reveal the truth and told a lie out of guilt.

"Ouch! Let go! Let go!" the silkworm spirit cried out, its snow-white body resembling a peeled Bodhi root.

Ning Fusang's eyes grew cold: "If you don't tell the truth, I'll strangle you right now."

"Ugh..." The silkworm spirit was a little out of breath and whimpered, "I won't dare to lie anymore, please let go."

It cautiously observed the girl's expression and saw her staring at it with a half-smile. It sighed in frustration, no longer daring to play any tricks, and whispered, "It's not that silkworm, it's the silkworm that eats silkworms."

"So Wei Shaoqing can't cultivate because of you?" Upon hearing this, Ning Fusang immediately understood the true meaning of the Silkworm Spirit.

Silkworm Spirit feigned ignorance: "Who is Wei Shaoqing?"

Sensing the familiar feeling of suffocation, it immediately changed its tune and shifted the blame: "You can't blame him, he was careless and swallowed me."

As the silkworm spirit spoke, it became sad: "I was sleeping peacefully inside the purple jade fruit. As long as I consumed the spiritual energy of the purple jade fruit, I would wake up. Who knew that when I woke up, the purple jade fruit was gone, and I was trapped in a place with thin spiritual energy."

The place where spiritual energy is scarce, as it refers to, is Wei Shaoqing's dantian.

Wei Shaoqing was just a mortal and did not know the art of breathing exercises. Only occasionally when he breathed would he absorb a little spiritual energy into his body. The silkworm spirit barely survived by relying on this little bit of spiritual energy.

Ning Fusang's eyes flickered: "Purple Jade Fruit?"

The silkworm spirit didn't understand what she meant and just grunted in response.

It actually wanted the girl in front of it to be its new host. The silkworm spirit could sense the abundant and pure spiritual power emanating from her, so it acted somewhat docile.

"However, only that one purple jade fruit has been eaten," the silkworm spirit said in a muffled voice.

Ning Fusang's thoughts, however, were not on the second half of Canling's words.

Purple Jade Fruit...

She had seen it in ancient books.

That was a species from the Fourth Age. The annotation in the book said that the Purple Jade Vine had long been extinct.

Ning Fusang's eyes flickered as she looked down at the silkworm spirit in her hand: "How many years have you been cultivating?"

The silkworm spirit's thoughts were suddenly pulled back to the years before it fell into slumber. At that time, the sun and moon were without light, the sky was dark, and the sea rose, submerging the continent.

All living beings perished.

It barely escaped death by hiding inside the purple jade fruit.

The silkworm spirit was unaware of what year it was. The world had changed, all living things had been reborn, spiritual energy had been restored, and a prosperous era had arrived.

It struggled to sift through its memories, eventually settling on some fragmented images.

Snow-white seeds fall into sparse soil, sprout and grow tall and graceful. Leaves turn green and then yellow, flowers bloom and fade over three thousand years, and finally, the ancient tree, towering into the clouds, bears its first fruit.

It gathers the essence of heaven and earth, and is round and crystal clear.

Within the spiritual fruit, new life was born, nibbling on the flesh, breathing in the first breath of fresh air of the human world, and bathing in the first gentle rain of its birth.

The tiny, thumb-sized insects, relying on their instincts, absorb spiritual energy to cultivate themselves, gradually developing intelligence and becoming known as "silkworm spirits."

The natural environment is extremely harsh. Young insects must face wind, frost, snow, and rain, and also avoid predators and predation by various birds.

It hid and cultivated diligently for 300,000 years. But from some unknown time, the silkworm spirit discovered that the sun and moon no longer alternated in the sky; the radiance of the golden crow and the jade rabbit grew increasingly faint, plunging the world into darkness. The seasons began to malfunction, and the human continent was littered with corpses of the starving, and cries of agony filled the air. Under the ravages of heavenly fire and floods, the number of living beings on the continent dwindled.

Everyone was overwhelmed by endless fear and despair.

These unusual phenomena all indicate one thing: the extinction of all living beings and the end of an era.

No one knows when the next era will arrive.

The silkworm spirit recalled the dark and turbulent years before the destruction of heaven and earth, and its body trembled slightly. It was shaking, and fear was etched into the depths of its soul.

Ning Fusang said irritably, "Why are you shaking?"

The silkworm spirit whispered, "From the time I began cultivating to the time I fell into slumber, about 300,000 years have passed."

But it doesn't know how long this new era will last.

Qian Yuan and Ning Fusang were both taken aback.

Three hundred thousand years.

How can this insect have such a long lifespan? You must know that the entire Zhongling World has only existed for a little over 241,200 years.

It's hard to imagine that this pitifully weak insect was actually a creature from the previous era.

Its age is even older than Zhongling Tianxia.

Qian Yuan originally thought he was already an old dragon, but compared to the age of the silkworm spirit, his lifespan was nothing.

Ning Fusang thought about many things in a moment. She lightly scratched her middle finger with her fingernail, and a tiny, almost invisible wound appeared.

With a slight squeeze, fresh blood rolled out like beads. She pressed the silkworm spirit, dabbed it with a little of her own blood, and left a mark.

At first, the silkworm spirit didn't realize what this was, so it didn't resist. It wasn't until a mark was imprinted deep in its soul that it shuddered and shook its tail.

The next instant, the silkworm spirit was absorbed into Ning Fusang's dantian.

The transparent spiritual energy was as clear as lake water. The silkworm spirit was surrounded by this water and finally managed to float to the surface to look around.

What came into view was a lake, all imbued with Ning Fusang's spiritual power.

As the silkworm spirit wandered in the lake, it suddenly remembered the mark on its soul. Upon closer inspection, it was so terrified that it almost fainted.

"This...is...a slave seal?" The silkworm spirit couldn't believe it. Everything went black before her eyes, and even her voice trembled.

Ning Fusang said, "If you want to reside in my dantian, how can I feel at ease without using some methods?"

The silkworm spirit trembled with rage: "I can sign a master-servant contract with you!"

Ning Fusang retorted indifferently, "What makes you think you can negotiate with me?"

The master-servant contract carries the risk of backlash. If the power of the two parties becomes unbalanced, the master and servant may be reversed.

How could Ning Fusang allow something residing within his dantian, feeding on spiritual energy, to have the opportunity to devour its master?

The contract she formed with the silkworm spirit was a life-and-death slave contract, even more stringent than a master-servant contract. For a slave, life and death were entirely in the hands of the master.

If the silkworm spirit dies, Ning Fusang will be unaffected. But if Ning Fusang dies, the silkworm spirit will also perish.

With a single thought, she could decide the life or death of the silkworm spirit.

The silkworm spirit lay upside down in the lake of spiritual energy, motionless, as if dead. Why was its life so miserable?
Woo woo woo.

Ning Fusang set strict requirements for it: "You can consume my spiritual power, but you can only consume the amount of one cup of tea per day."

"Also, you should not make any large movements within my dantian on a regular basis, so as not to cause disorder in my spiritual energy."

(End of this chapter)