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Cultivation Begins from Infancy - Chapter 371
🕑 Added 2025-04-12 23:02:54 +0000 UTCVolume 3 - Chapter 87: No More Wuliang Mountain - Part 1
Li Hao swiftly took out a pill and placed it into Feng Lao's mouth.
As the golden pill slid down his throat, Li Hao could clearly see golden veins appear within Feng Lao's body, as if he had swallowed a brilliant, dazzling light that flowed down his throat, illuminating the inside of his body. The light then spread through the meridians in his chest, revealing every minute detail, like the branches of a divine tree.
As the golden light shone, dark blood began to ooze from Feng Lao's wounds. Upon closer inspection, these dark blood clots were actually countless tiny worms, wriggling like maggots, being expelled from his body as the blood moved.
With the mass exodus of these black worms from the wounds, the blood gradually cleared up, returning to its original bright red hue.
And under the strength of his physical body’s remarkable healing ability, the wounds slowly began to mend.
In addition to the whip and scratch marks on his body, even the damaged senses were gradually recovering.
Li Hao’s expression darkened, his power fluctuating as he eradicated the worms in the blood, leaving only a small number, which he collected into the celestial space.
“What kind of Gu poison is this? Such a vicious method!”
Xiyan shrank back to Li Hao’s wrist, speaking with a hint of fear.
“These bald monks sure have a lot of tricks up their sleeves,” Jiang Lichen squinted, though he wasn’t particularly surprised. Outside of martial arts and swordsmanship, few things could astonish him, as he didn’t care much about anything else.
Li Hao didn’t speak, his fist subtly tightening.
“You actually used your reversal of fate chance just like that... You're quite generous.” Jiang Lichen turned to Li Hao, his gaze narrowing slightly.
He had met many people, but someone like Li Hao, who would give up a reversal of fate opportunity for a stranger, was a first. Moreover, it was voluntary, without any coercion.
This was equivalent to giving up a life!
What kind of bond would make someone willing to make such a sacrifice? He couldn’t imagine it.
And this was for a notorious thief at that.
“If it were him, he would do the same for me.”
Li Hao spoke softly. “Besides, I don’t need it right now. What does it matter if it’s used up ten times?”
With his current strength, the only beings capable of pushing him into a desperate situation were those in the Dao Realm or even Semi-Saints.
For these powerhouses, the reversal of fate would no longer have much meaning and could even be blocked.
The so-called changing fate was just a mortal delusion.
Before the Dao, before a Saint, it would be shattered and insignificant.
Furthermore, if there was ever a special situation where he needed it, Li Hao still had the merit stored in the Merit Treasury, enough for ten more reversals of fate.
Earlier, when he exchanged for one on Qiutian Island, it had been wasted due to the Dao force from the Abyss blocking it.
“Heh.”
Jiang Lichen didn’t deny Li Hao’s words. Given Li Hao’s current strength, the reversal of fate wasn’t as crucial to him, but it was still an incredibly precious thing.
If he were locked in a life-or-death struggle with an equally matched opponent, both sides on the brink of death, the other party would have no ability to conceal the heavenly secrets. In such a case, one could escape using the reversal of fate.
Though Xiyan was heartbroken at Li Hao’s sacrifice of a reversal of fate opportunity, there was nothing she could do now. She could only continue to stroke Li Hao’s wrist with her little red whiskers, seemingly trying to comfort him.
As the group conversed, Feng Boping’s body gradually healed. His eye sockets, mouth, and nose all regenerated.
However, despite his physical recovery, Feng Boping’s expression seemed lost and sluggish. He stared blankly around him and then looked at Li Hao with a mixture of familiarity and confusion.
“Feng Lao.”
Li Hao immediately grasped his hand, feeling a pang of guilt in his heart. “I’m sorry I came back too late and made you suffer like this.”
Feng Boping, still dazed, muttered, “Xiao, Xiao Hao...zi.”
“It’s me.”
“Xiao, Xiao Hao...zi.”
Feng Boping repeated the words, still in a daze.
Li Hao froze for a moment, his face changing. Something felt off.
He looked into Feng Lao’s eyes and noticed they weren’t filled with surprise or confusion, but rather a sluggish, vacant emptiness.
“Feng Lao?”
Li Hao tensed up. He quickly examined Feng Lao’s body, but found no apparent injuries or abnormalities.
“Xiao Hao...zi.”
Feng Lao murmured again, still repeating in a dazed manner, his eyes empty and unfocused.
Li Hao felt his heart sink, his blood seeming to boil in anger. Without a doubt, this condition was the work of that Buddhist Lord. Even the reversal of fate power could not heal him!
“Hm?”
Jiang Lichen also noticed Feng Boping’s condition, his expression perplexed. “Was he like this before?”
“No.”
“I don’t think so. This feels more like a soul loss,” Jiang Lichen said.
Li Hao was taken aback, quickly turning to him. “Soul loss?”
“Exactly. There are three souls and seven spirits in the human soul. If any of them are lost, it results in this kind of situation—similar to a state of dementia. In common terms, it’s called ‘losing one’s soul.’” Jiang Lichen explained.
Li Hao’s heart shook, the killing intent he had quelled earlier surging back once more.
“Hmm, I think I understand now. He must have been captured by that Mo Luo. When you didn’t force this old monk out of the Buddhist-Demon fusion, that Mo Luo was his secret. This old guy must have learned that secret and used him as bait to lure you in. It’s likely he wanted you to rescue him, tarnishing your reputation and weakening your foundation.”
“But not wanting to expose his secret, he had no choice but to destroy him. The soul is lost, and the body won’t heal... tsk, what a scheme.”
Jiang Lichen sighed, a hint of admiration in his voice.
Although he acted crazy at times, he wasn’t foolish. He had been part of the royal conflict before and quickly pieced the situation together.
Li Hao listened to his words, and it seemed all but certain. He turned to the prince and asked:
“Senior, how can the soul be restored?”
“The first way is to let the existing soul slowly split over time, gradually filling the void. In other words, it can naturally heal with time, but it requires a very long period.”
“Souls, like plants and trees, can regenerate, but it takes an extremely long time.”
“The second way is to retrieve the lost soul. That missing soul might be sealed somewhere in Wuliang Mountain, or it may have been eradicated and fallen into the River of Death,” Jiang Lichen said.
Li Hao’s gaze instantly swept across the spirit mountain, his eyes cold with fury.
“Feng Lao, rest for now. I will definitely find your missing soul!”
Li Hao took a deep breath and said solemnly to Feng Lao.
Feng Lao stared at him, his eyes showing a flicker of struggle. He muttered, “Hurry... escape…”
Seeing him in this state made Li Hao’s heart ache, even though his soul was lost, and his eyes couldn’t see, the old man had recognized him from just a touch.
“Feng Lao, it’s safe now.”
Li Hao held back his emotions and spoke softly, as if soothing a child.
Hearing Li Hao’s words, Feng Lao’s lips trembled slightly, as if he understood, the struggle in his eyes fading slowly, replaced by a smile. But due to his soul loss, he couldn’t control his facial expression, and the smile looked foolish.
“Good... good...” he seemed to be responding.
Li Hao could no longer bear to look. He instructed the Candlelight Deity to watch over Feng Lao and then turned his gaze to the spiritual mountain. His divine sense spread rapidly, covering the area from top to bottom.
Meanwhile, outside the spiritual mountain, many disciples of Wuliang Mountain, along with the Arhats and Protectors, were arriving.
Seeing the broken spiritual mountain, they were stunned, and the destruction of the Buddha Lord’s avatar left them in disbelief. They were shocked and furious.
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