Whose heretical cultivator relies on a rich woman to attain enlightenment?

Self-harming cultivation method.

Lu Cheng can indeed be considered a heretical cultivator now, except that heretical cultivators use other people's bodies and souls to benefit themselves.

Lu Cheng used his own.

His mouth was slightly open, and blood from his mouth and nose snaked down like a small snake. His blood and qi surged in his body, and he felt excruciating pain in his meridians and lower abdomen. Even the tables and chairs were blown away by the sudden burst of spiritual energy.

"What kind of mischief are you up to now? Has that vixen climbed into your bed? Making such a commotion... Master!"

The sudden shock jolted Han Guang, who was still lazing in bed, back to his senses.

The total amount of fright Lu Cheng had caused her over the past few years was less than what she had experienced in the last half month. She quickly stepped forward to take his pulse and her face turned pale when she felt that Lu Cheng's meridians had been stretched to a whole size and were even somewhat deformed.

"That little rascal! He never gives me a moment's peace!"

"He was possessed by someone in the middle of the night before, probably because he couldn't control his mouth. Otherwise, how could the soul talisman have worked on him? He only stayed quiet for a couple of days before starting to cause trouble again."

"His meridians are damaged but not broken, and the same goes for his dantian. This is clearly a sign of qi deviation, with spiritual energy uncontrollably impacting his body. I told him not to rush things and not to be so focused on breaking through to the second realm."

"Even I, back in my day, it took me two years..."

His complexion looked off.

Because she discovered that there really was a drop of liquid in Lu Cheng's dantian.

The spiritual energy was compressed into a liquid, presenting a translucent emerald green color. For Han Guang, this was not even a rudimentary skill, and he was still some distance away from Foundation Establishment.

If it were a disciple of Fallen Sword Valley, who only reached the threshold of the second realm at the age of eighteen, she would probably only be an ordinary outer disciple and live an ordinary life.

but.

Lu Chengcai had been cultivating for a month.

"Sir? You didn't use any forbidden or unorthodox cultivation techniques, did you?"

He raised his hand and patted Lu Cheng's face a few times. Although he was now considered a half-evil cultivator, he hadn't actually taken any unorthodox paths; he had genuinely comprehended things on his own.

Han Guang pinched his aching brow. Disciples of sects like theirs, or children of large families, usually start cultivating around the age of six to eight.

In the beginning, they would take various elixirs or take herbal baths to improve their physique and lay a solid foundation. Then, they would begin formal training at the age of ten. This kind of "childhood training" was mostly used only by direct bloodlines or direct descendants.

After all, a child's body is not fully formed yet. Usually, as long as enough cultivation resources are invested, their future cultivation level will not be too bad. But what is Lu Cheng's situation?

Even striking back after the opponent has to be this effective! To comprehend two realms in a month, is this even human?

"No, we should just make it a fait accompli and not let that bitch Ji Xiaoxiao take him to the Sword Sect. Such a good seedling, if he came to our Fallen Sword Valley, he could be cultivated into a talent in less than a hundred years."

Having made up his mind, he started pulling down his pants without saying a word, his face contorted with ferocity. At worst, he would shamelessly return to the sect with his big belly. He had been disabled for almost twenty years, so taking a maternity leave wouldn't hurt.

Unfortunately, because someone was seriously injured and bleeding profusely, all the excess blood in their body was spontaneously used to protect their heart.

My limbs were cold; I couldn't cook rice, I felt like a dead pig.

He sighed in frustration.

Before coming to Jingnan, she had actually sought out seniors in the cultivation world to have her fortune told. She didn't remember the obscure and difficult words very well, but there was one thing she still remembered vividly.

It boils down to four words: take things as they come.

Follow your heart, don't panic no matter what happens, and don't force anything. Pursue your true nature, and it's only a matter of time before you meet a benefactor.

In retrospect, Lu Cheng must be the "benefactor" the old charlatan was talking about.

"Sometimes judging people by their looks isn't necessarily a bad thing."

While teasing Lu Cheng with his fingers, Han Guang kept nagging, but he still held a towel in his hand and focused on wiping the bloodstains off Lu Cheng's body, turning him over like a scrambled egg.

"Forget it, don't force anything. I almost forgot what that old charlatan said again."

"In all these years since we came to Jingnan, we haven't found Shen Zangyuan's cultivation technique, nor his body, and even the spiritual energy that ignited him and scattered to escape has disappeared."

"On the contrary, after spending time with this little guy, my body has recovered quite quickly. In another year or two, my dantian will probably be back to about 70-80%."

"I can't reach the previous level, but at least I can store spiritual energy and start cultivating from scratch. By then, I'll probably have to leave Jingnan."

"well……"

The expression is complex.

Emotionally speaking, she definitely wouldn't want to leave Jingnan. Spending her days with Lu Cheng, sneaking off to brothels to spy on people, bickering at home, sharing their daily lives, and living a carefree life as a married couple would lead to a strong sense of laziness.

According to his plan, he would properly train Lu Cheng in Jingnan in the future, without taking him to Zhongzhou to wade into troubled waters. After several decades, when Lu Cheng's cultivation had reached a certain level and he had learned some skills from him, he would return to the sect.

In this way, she could naturally take over some of the power she held, and by then her injuries would have almost fully recovered. This was the most perfect ending in her mind.

Unfortunately, God did not wish.

The relationship between the Sword Sect and Fallen Sword Valley is very complicated. They come from the same lineage, and some people regard them as brothers, while others see them as thorns in their side. When it comes to matters of principle, they work together, because everyone understands the principle that if one of them is gone, the other will be in danger.

However, in private, they were also engaged in open and covert struggles for interests and power, and several factions were intertwined within the sect. In addition, the master and senior brother had both unfortunately perished in the battle against Shen Zangyuan. As a result, the Sword Sect could no longer suppress their thoughts.

Although they sent experts under the guise of assistance to manage the disciples and order of Fallen Sword Valley and maintain the overall situation, the problem is that Fallen Sword Valley is not a Sword Sect.

Even if the ancestors had a good relationship and both sides were of the same lineage, outsiders are still outsiders. In particular, the current sect leader of the Sword Sect is a radical who is obsessed with annexing the sect, taking the Sword Sect to a higher level, restoring it to its peak, and hoping to make a name for himself in history.

This is why Lan Wangji kept calling Ji Jianren (a derogatory term for a woman who is shameless and disrespectful to men).

Given Ji Xiaoxiao's sect's heritage and her status in the Sword Sect, as long as she kept the sect leader in check, the sect leader wouldn't be able to act so recklessly. But what happened?

She ran away.

In his quest for immortality, he actually came all the way to Jingnan, ignoring the complicated situation and running to this godforsaken place to become some damned Master.

Now things are really messed up. The entire Fallen Sword Valley is leaderless. Logically speaking, since her senior brother and master are gone, she should take over, after all, she is the only eighth-realm expert in Fallen Sword Valley. But the problem is that her dantian has been chopped into minced meat.

She kept this a secret from everyone, claiming that she was injured and needed time to recuperate. But no one knew how serious her injuries were, and that she couldn't go back home.

Once he returns home and his whereabouts are exposed, the current sect leader of the Sword Sect, knowing that even his dantian is ruined and he can no longer condense spiritual energy, will not just stand by and watch; he will definitely try to control himself.

What should I do?

His face was full of frustration, and he moved his fingers faster and harder across his limbs until finally...

"hiss!"

He was startled awake from his deathbed dream.

"You're treating me like a piece of trash, aren't you...?"