Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 515 Ordinary, the Greatest Enemy on the Path of Cultivation
With a blank expression, the mortal Mo Yu covered his face with the sword manual that looked like a heavenly book, leaned back, and fell heavily onto the soft grass of the herb field.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the book, casting dappled shadows on his face.

Once you accept the cruel fact that you are a "useless person," all the negative emotions in your heart, such as bitterness, resentment, and even self-doubt caused by not being able to learn, vanish instantly without a trace.

On the contrary, it is truly remarkable that someone as "useless" as myself could achieve such success in such a short period of time!

This proves that he has already tried very, very hard.

If there are things you really can't learn, then just give up on them.

He's not some legendary genius like the War Maniac; it's perfectly normal that there are things in this world he can't learn.

It could even be said that, faced with this boundless Dao, the things he could not learn were the vast majority of what truly mattered.

The mortal Mo Yu was once again easily defeated by the difficulties on his path of cultivation.

Moreover, after falling, he showed no intention of struggling to get up and continuing to fight.

Instead, they embraced the life motto of "if you fall down, just sleep there for a while," and comfortably began a new round of slacking off.

"hiss~"

Before the mortal Mo Yu could relax for long, he felt a wet and smooth sensation on his cheek, as if something cool was affectionately licking him.

"Blood Spirit, stop fooling around, I'll feed you later."

He lay sprawled among the weeds in a disheveled "Tai" shape, exuding an aura of utter despondency.

The soft morning sunlight shone on him, making him look like a salted fish waiting to be dried and seasoned.

A small snake, its body mostly blood-red with only a small portion still bearing its colorful patterns, used its tiny head to forcefully push aside the obstructing book covering Mo Yu's face.

A body as cool and soft as jade wrapped intimately around his neck, while a pair of exceptionally bright blue vertical pupils looked down at him, occasionally flicking out a bright red tongue.

Mo Yu, a mortal, glanced at the clingy little guy and couldn't help but tease him, "Hehe, why do I feel like you get uglier every time you molt?"

“Hiss! Hiss!”

The little snake flicked its tongue even faster, as if it was angered by his words, and its long, thin tail slapped his chest repeatedly in dissatisfaction.

A lie may not necessarily hurt someone, but the truth is definitely a sharp knife!

This little snake was the same colorful venomous snake that the mortal Mo Yu had taken from the Jiang-surname demonic cultivator back in Lanzhou.

He pretended not to know that the item belonged to the two men, and instead of handing it over as spoils of war, he kept it.

He wanted to test on this little guy to see just how effective his Yang energy could be against demonic beasts.

Three months.

By continuously feeding it with yang energy, this little snake has undergone more than ten transformations.

Its originally colorful patterns gradually faded with each transformation, or rather... were gradually covered and swallowed up by the originally inconspicuous blood-red patterns.

Each time it sheds its skin, the proportion of blood streaks on its body increases.

Today, most of its body has turned a translucent blood-red color, while a small portion still retains some colorful patterns.

The two colors mixed together looked somewhat incongruous, which is why Mo Yu jokingly said it was "getting uglier and uglier".

The mortal Mo Yu reached out, pinched the snake's seven-inch mark, and brought it in front of him, examining it closely: "Why do I feel like your size has shrunk a bit? Are you reverting to childhood here, getting smaller and smaller as you grow, huh?"

The little snake, its vital point pinched, twisted its body unhappily, but showed no aggression. It simply stared at its unscrupulous master with its bright blue vertical eyes, protesting silently.

After examining it carefully for a while, the mortal Mo Yu found that its cultivation level was still the same as after its previous transformations, without any increase.

He pried open the snake's mouth again, examining its sharp, gleaming fangs: "Come on, give me a drop of venom, let me see its quality."

The little snake rolled its eyes.

However, it still obediently secreted a drop of blood-red venom from its mouth, which was about to drip from its sharp teeth.

The mortal Mo Yu relied on his powerful Dharma body and the protection of Yang energy to be immune to all poisons.

He directly applied the drop of venom, enough to kill anyone below the tenth level of Qi Refining, to the back of his hand.

A burning pain shot through his hand, and soon a large area on the back of his hand turned red.

However, that's all there is to it.

"The toxicity has increased even more..." he thought to himself.

Snake venom can be broadly classified into four categories: hemotoxins, neurotoxins, mixed toxins, and cytotoxins.

The venom of this small snake was originally a highly toxic mixture of hemotoxic and neurotoxic substances.

However, with each transformation over the past three months, the neurotoxins in its venom are gradually degenerating and disappearing; while the hemotoxins acting on the blood are becoming stronger and more domineering.

"My Yang Sha Qi merely purified your bloodline, causing you to revert to some unknown ancient bloodline?" The mortal Mo Yu narrowed his eyes.

Anyone could see some clues from the changes in this little snake.

Once it completely sheds its vibrant colors, leaving only a pure crimson hue, it will inevitably undergo a transformative metamorphosis.

The mortal Mo Yu released the little snake, letting it coil around his forearm again, eagerly drawing wisps of Yang energy from his body.

Compared to the beginning, when just a wisp of Yang energy was enough to send it directly into a metamorphosis state, this little guy's "appetite" has now increased several times over.

However, due to its small initial size, even if it were increased several times over, it would still be a drop in the ocean for Mo Yu and could not completely replace the role of the Devouring Sun Pearl.

"Very well. Even if this Yang Sha Qi can only be used to purify the bloodline of demonic beasts, and cannot directly and crudely enhance the cultivation of demonic beasts like the Palm Heaven Bottle enhances the age of plants, it's still not bad if it can assist my daily cultivation."

Incidentally, once the purification is complete, we can sell it for a good price.

"Hey! Hiss!"

The little snake hissed a few times in dissatisfaction, as if it wanted to refute something.

Unfortunately, it couldn't understand human speech, and its clueless owner, Mo Yu, completely ignored it, so he had no choice but to give up.

Take advantage of the rising sun and the perfect sunlight.

After lingering for a moment, the mortal Mo Yu got up again, holding a mid-grade wood-attribute spirit stone in each hand. He sat cross-legged and began his daily cultivation practice to replenish the cultivation he had lost due to the dissipation of his power.

As he fully absorbed and exhaled his Yang spiritual root, the accumulation of Yang evil energy within his body also became very rapid.

The little snake on my forearm, after greedily inhaling a few mouthfuls of "sun essence," couldn't withstand it any longer and fell into a new round of dormant transformation. ...

The sun was high in the sky, past noon.

A graceful figure arrived on the wind and landed outside the herb field.

The mortal Mo Yu had already sensed her arrival with his divine sense.

As she approached, he stopped his cultivation, opened his eyes, turned his head and smiled, "Second Senior Sister, are you here to gather herbs for Master again?"

"Ah."

The person who came was his second senior sister, Hua Shuangling.

She held out a delicate food box to him and smiled slightly, "Junior brother is quite diligent. Every time I see you, you are cultivating. If I had your concentration, perhaps... I would have a real chance to break through to the Core Formation stage."

"Senior sister is joking. With your talent, I believe that breaking through to the Core Formation stage is only a matter of time."

With a smile, Mo Yu took out tea and dishes from the food box and poured fragrant flower tea for the two of them.

He didn't like drinking alcohol, so his second senior sister thoughtfully switched to flower tea after bringing him a pot of spirit wine the first time.

Upon hearing this, Hua Shuangling simply shook her head and sighed softly.

She didn't say anything more, got up and went to the herb field to pick the spiritual herbs her master needed.

In the path of cultivation, besides natural talent, the most difficult thing is to endure loneliness and suppress desires.

Seclusion and meditation do not involve the inhuman suffering that ordinary people imagine, nor do they involve the blissful, ethereal pleasure they envision.

Yes, but it's just the same old routine, day after day, year after year... mundane.

It's so boring, so frustrating, so maddeningly bland!
This is actually the most terrifying enemy on the path of cultivation.

Happiness is addictive, and people will naturally pursue it.

Pain can ignite a person's fighting spirit, allowing cultivators to temper their Dao heart in the struggle against pain.

Only this ordinariness...

It's like boiling a frog in lukewarm water; it will gradually wear down all your enthusiasm and blind you to your original aspirations.

In the mundane world, there is a method of torture and punishment that involves locking a person in an absolutely quiet, closed room, without hitting or scolding them, and even bringing them food as usual.

This abyss-like calm will soon devour the person; it is one of the most cruel torture methods, and very few people can withstand it.

Cultivation, on the other hand, is about actively enduring this punishment, and then doing it day and night, in a continuous cycle.

Only those with immense willpower can endure this!

Therefore, in the cultivation world, countless cultivators, after forcing themselves to cultivate to a certain bottleneck, can no longer endure the tedium and instead rely on the extraordinary power brought by their cultivation to indulge their desires.

Or rather, this is what the vast majority of cultivators look like.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

Use a third or even less of your life to work your hardest once.

Then, they rest on their past laurels, living a life of idleness and waiting to die, making no further progress in their cultivation, and even regressing as their spirit wanes.

There are very few cultivators in the world who can cultivate diligently until their lifespan is exhausted and still fail to break through to a higher realm.

This is why the cultivation world places such importance on "aptitude".

And once a promising talent is discovered, they will immediately be kept in seclusion to allow the individual to focus on cultivation without distractions.

Because when you're at the peak of your momentum, the extent to which you can charge forward in one go largely determines your achievements in this life.

It's not that people with poor aptitude can't defy fate and change their destiny.

Rather, it is the human being who truly finds it difficult to maintain their original aspirations, persevere, and continue to strive amidst adversity filled with negative feedback and self-doubt.

Back when Hua Shuangling first joined the sect, she was known as the "Queen of Curves" within the sect.

He studied diligently day and night, never slacking off.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have stood out in the sect's grand competition, been valued by her grandmaster Hong Fu, and taken in as a disciple.

But then...

"Ah~"

After picking the medicinal herbs, Hua Shuangling turned around and looked at her junior brother, who was still meditating quietly by the herb field, with a complicated expression. She let out a barely audible sigh.

After repeatedly hitting roadblocks in her attempt to break through the late-stage Foundation Establishment stage, expending vast resources and effort without success, she...

They can no longer maintain the same initial enthusiasm for the monotonous meditation that Mo Yu had for the day-to-day routine.

She can enthusiastically study new spells and devote herself to researching profound formations.

But she really... really found it hard to bear that deep-seated restlessness any longer, to calm herself down and sit there, slowly polishing her cultivation, which showed almost no possibility of breakthrough.

Even though she knew perfectly well that the consequence of doing so would be that her life would end here, and after her three hundred years of lifespan were exhausted, she would enter the cycle of reincarnation again.

She knew she shouldn't be like this, but should instead strive to cultivate and try to achieve that three-tenths chance of forming her core.

But deep down, a voice kept telling her:
"Give up. No matter how hard you try to cultivate, you won't be able to break through."

Instead of wasting your precious time on this "meaningless" ascetic practice, why not use your current level of cultivation to do something you want to do?

A lifespan of three hundred years is far, far better than that of ordinary people; it's enough for you to live a good life.

She knew that this idea was wrong.

But it's really hard for her to change back...

"Junior Brother Moyu, I hope... you can always maintain this vigor and enthusiasm."

Hua Shuangling put the collected medicinal herbs into her storage bag. Before leaving, she left a heartfelt blessing for Mo Yu's departing figure.

"Thank you, senior sister."

The mortal Mo Yu did not understand his meaning, but still managed to spare a sliver of his attention from his cultivation and replied with a smile.

(End of this chapter)