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Cultivation Nerd: Chapter 317
🕑 Added 2025-08-25 22:14:12 +0000 UTCChapter 317 - Changing Souls
As Wu Yan sat, the air shifted. Her Qi spiked abruptly, like a dam bursting, then twisted inward, condensing into a whirlpool that surged around her. The wind bent to its pull, snow lifting from the ground and whipping violently in a miniature tornado.
It seemed she had gained an insight after watching Song Song’s technique and after feeling the instinctual dread of a strike that targeted the soul. Though her breakthroughs were still a bit violent.
When I first met her, Wu Yan lacked this kind of talent. She hadn’t been born into a martial family; her foundations were shaky, and her practice was slow. But she was no longer that helpless girl.
A part of me still struggled with that truth. Even as she rose toward heights that would soon leave me behind, I couldn’t help but see her as fragile.
And worse, I feared she might be corrupted by the world. Wu Yan was the one person I considered pure of heart. She was kind and innocent, like a child.
Well, she was a child. Seventeen, if I recalled correctly. In my eyes, still just a kid.
I’d killed plenty of people her age for one reason or another. Yet watching her now, guilt gnawed at me. If something were to happen to Wu Yan, it would devastate me. Did the families of those I killed feel the same? Did their brothers, sisters, or parents ache the way I would?
Perhaps some were stronger than I, hardened by loss. In this place it wasn’t too weird to lose someone close to you. Still, a brother was a brother, a son still a son.
I shook the thought away before it rooted too deep.
I couldn’t afford sentimentality. The last thing I needed in a fight was to hesitate, thinking of Wu Yan, while an enemy felt nothing for me in return.
I glanced at Song Song. She wore a proud smile, eyes alight with excitement. She’d never mistreated Wu Yan, but she had never truly seen her until now. That was just her nature.
Even at their first meeting, Song Song had shown curiosity, but Wu Yan hadn’t carried the spark she searched for in people, or so she’d explained.
Some people were difficult to love, weighed down by worry that they’ll be hurt, or that our choices will twist them into something else. But Song Song was easy to care for. Her unyielding personality felt unshakable, something I couldn’t ruin or change even if I tried.
She turned from Wu Yan and caught my gaze, nodding with a knowing smirk.
Hm? What was that supposed to mean? Sure, we often understood each other without words, but it wasn’t as if I could read her mind. We didn’t have a telepathic bond.
For three hours, I stood by Wu Yan’s side. As her breakthrough unfolded, the worry gnawing at me slowly eased.
The tornado of snow around her weakened, and so did her Qi’s surging tide, the clearest sign of success.
Song Song and Fu Yating lingered as well, though for different reasons. Song Song wanted to see what technique Wu Yan had forged, while Fu Yating stayed simply because she liked her. At least, that was the only reason I could think of. Fu Yating was never easy to read.
Despite her aloofness, she and I weren’t so different. Both of us changed only when it was convenient for us.
Watching Wu Yan grow felt like being a parent reluctant to shatter a child’s illusions about Santa Claus and hesitant to stain their innocent view of the world. Yet just like a child who learns the truth, Wu Yan would grow, and with growth came disillusionment. That was harder to accept than I wanted to admit.
Finally, Wu Yan’s eyes opened. Her Qi stilled, the snow settled, and before she could catch her breath, Song Song was already in her face.
“So, what new technique did you make?” she asked.
Wu Yan frowned, visibly uncomfortable but too polite to tell Song Song off. Her gaze flicked to me instead, silently asking for help.
But the moment our eyes met, her face paled, and her stare turned icy cold. She looked ready to attack.
Then, just as quickly, her expression shifted. Realization dawned, and her gaze softened again.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
Wu Yan shook her head with a smile. “Nothing.”
She turned back to Song Song, ready to explain her technique.
“Keep it brief,” I warned. “And don’t reveal your foundation techniques. Not to anyone.”
I trusted the people here. But trust wasn’t the same as certainty. Who knew who might be listening? Song Song’s father almost certainly was. If not him, then one of his lackeys. He’d be a fool not to monitor the body he planned to claim.
Wu Yan nodded at my words. Song Song looked ready to argue, but whatever she saw in my eyes made her pause.
Fu Yating, too, glanced at me once, as if she shared the same suspicion that we were being spied on.
Some truths were better left unsaid.
“I named my new technique Internal Arrangement,” Wu Yan said.
“Boo, that name sucks,” Song Song cut in. “That sounds exactly like something Liu Feng would name if it dealt with the soul. Too… clean. How about Earth and Heaven Internal Reconstruction? That’s a good name.”
“That’s a long name,” Wu Yan replied meekly.
“Hey, let the girl name her own skills,” I intervened.
Song Song grumbled but stepped back, letting Wu Yan continue.
“My technique focuses on the soul,” Wu Yan explained, brushing aside that small skirmish. “Its strength is that it allows me to manipulate my own.”
Manipulate. That was an interesting choice of words. Her element was change, but the way she phrased it made it sound closer to control. A subtle difference, yet very crucial.
Control meant bending a soul within its existing limits. But change went further. Change could redefine limits entirely. A monkey under control remained a monkey. Change was what made monkeys evolve into humans.
Wu Yan closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, gathering herself. Her presence dimmed. It wasn’t just her Qi drawing in and it was as if her very existence blurred, like a candle behind frosted glass. Flaws lingered in her control, faint ripples betraying inexperience, but the resemblance to Song Song’s soul-concealing art was clear. Crude still, yes, but promising.
She was reshaping her soul.
The thought made my stomach tighten.
“Don’t practice this recklessly,” I warned. “Remember how your first art affected your mentality. Fix the shape and texture of your soul in your memory, so you can return to it when needed.”
Wu Yan nodded and released the technique at once.
Song Song looked disappointed, but with me present, she didn’t push further.
With little left to do, we left her at her new home and took flight. This time, I encased the team in a square jade array and levitated it forward. Fu Yating was calmer now as my craft didn’t shudder like a leaf in the wind. A far cry from the wobbling ride of her flying sword, where she was constantly shifting to find balance.
When we touched down in our green yard, wooden house on one side, stone on the other, I opened a door in the jade construct. Fu Yating stepped off the platform, steady at last.
“Ah, I have a new appreciation for this place,” Fu Yating said, glancing toward Speedy. “At least that guy isn’t so chaotic and he always keeps the peace around here.”
Humming a local tune from her hometown, she settled into the rocking chair on the porch, stretching her arms before sighing in relief.
“What was with that reaction right after your breakthrough?” I asked Wu Yan once we were out of Fu Yating’s earshot.
“I thought you were being controlled,” Wu Yan admitted. “Or maybe taken over. Your soul feels… strange. Like conjoined twins, where neither can live without the other. And it’s heavy, far heavier than most.”
I nodded at her reasoning. Logical, well-observed. Still, I had the feeling she suspected more about me than she let on. Unlike Song Song, Wu Yan actually read diligently and followed instructions. She likely guessed I wasn’t from this world, but since I never mentioned it, she let the matter drop.
“You should be careful of people with souls like this,” I warned. “They may have abilities that don’t make sense.”
Wu Yan raised a brow but let the subject rest when I offered no more.
I came from a world with no supernatural elements, or so I believed. As an ordinary office worker, I wouldn’t exactly be privy to hidden mysteries.
After bringing the girls home, I returned to the library, the only place that calmed me.
I sat on the pagoda roof, feet dangling over the edge.
Now that I’d published a book with Song San, there wasn’t much left to challenge my academic pursuits. My thoughts drifted toward the schooling of the world. Seeing Wu Yan’s breakthrough only sharpened these beliefs. Perhaps having someone so much like a daughter softened me again.
I thought of the countless young cultivators destined to die needlessly. They were still just children, despite the label of “cultivator” forced on them. The thought pressed heavy on me.
I sighed, pulling a book from my storage ring to chase those feelings away. It covered curse arrays, a nearly lost craft I’d been studying.
Although not fully demonic, these inscriptions leaned in closely. They had faded from practice because modern formations prioritized efficiency with raw destruction, maximum effect with minimal Qi. By contrast, older curses were almost ritualistic.
Some intrigued me. One I’d dubbed the Vampire Curse would brand a person to appear monstrous under sunlight. With a larger formation, I could cast it over a whole area, affecting everyone inside.
At lower levels, they were almost useless. It was no wonder the craft had died out. But as pranks, they had potential.
…
Time passed, and soon winter was on its last legs. Snow no longer fell in heavy curtains but in soft, lazy flakes that melted as soon as they touched the warming earth. Icicles thinned, dripping steadily into tiny rivulets that traced along rooftops and stone pathways. The biting chill in the air eased, replaced by the faintest whisper of spring with a breeze carrying the scent of thawing soil and blossoms yet to bloom.
It was the kind of change you didn’t notice all at once, but in subtler ways: how your breath no longer steamed as much, how the morning frost lingered a little less each day.
I sat atop one of the rebuilt buildings beside the inner sect cafeteria, watching students dine in unthinkable luxury. Every dish carried the flesh of Core Formation beasts that were once unattainable even for elders before the beast waves.
At first, observing these youths eating felt unsettling, almost. But I got used to it. After all, one was only a creep if they got caught.
This had been my study subject for a while now: the disciples’ consumption of beast meat and its effect on cultivation.
The results so far were underwhelming. The first week showed promise, but their bodies quickly adapted, flushing out most of the foreign Qi. It was as though their systems instinctively treated it as a toxin, rejecting more than they absorbed.
I tapped my chin, already outlining study plans for both inner and outer disciples.
And with spring’s arrival came old thoughts, resurfacing. I couldn’t shake the idea of a new schooling system.
Logically, it was reckless. I was weak, just a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and pushing for such reforms carried risks.
But my nature wouldn’t let it go. Almost against my own judgment, the idea rooted itself deeper. So I sought perspective, turning to the few people I both trusted and respected.
First was Fu Yating. After explaining the matter in meticulous detail, she studied me in silence, gears clearly turning in her head.
“You want to implement a new education system for the lesser disciples,” she repeated at last, “and use your new elder position to push it forward?”
I nodded.
Her eyes lingered on mine, as though weighing whether to say something she hadn’t yet decided I was ready to hear.
“Trying to dissuade you from this will probably be useless, since you’ve already made up your mind,” Fu Yating grumbled. “But keep in mind, you might end up creating stronger, smarter enemies in the future. And knowing you, you’ll probably succeed, which only makes that risk worse.”
Well, that was a nice dose of encouragement. But it wasn’t as simple as she made it sound. She seemed to think that whatever I set my mind to, I would inevitably succeed.
“Having smarter enemies would at least make things more interesting,” I joked. “It gets boring fighting the same arrogant fools over and over, just with different faces.”
Fu Yating gave me a long look, then sighed.
“I have to water some flowers,” she muttered before walking away.
After that, I went to the second person I had in mind: Song Song. She was the opposite of Fu Yating when it came to advice.
I found her cultivating atop her house, using the more efficient method I had copied from Jiang Yeming. When she sensed me approaching, she paused, smiled, and welcomed me as I landed on the roof of her white mansion.
I wasted no time explaining the situation.
“Just do whatever you want, and I’ll back you,” Song Song shrugged, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
“I came for advice, not blind support,” I said. “Did you even listen to what I just told you?”
“No, not really. Once you started with that complaining tone, I tuned you out,” she admitted shamelessly. “Bring me a more exciting problem next time, like assassins or conspiracies. Still, here’s my advice: do it anyway. You have one of the sect’s few Core Elders on your side now. No one will dare oppose you.”
Ultimately, after hearing from both of them, I made my decision.
Even if the idea proved unpopular at first and even if it came back to haunt me later, if it succeeded, it would mean tens of thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands of cultivators thinking, creating, and developing new techniques.
Among them could be the next Einstein, Newton, or Tesla of the cultivation world.
Just the thought made my heart beat faster with excitement.
Comments
Joe Masucci
Yeah I was gonna say. Wasn't that the cover story for LF telling Song^2 about her body snatching ancestor?
Mac Brooks
I’d thought Wu Yan already knew about him being from another world from chapter 287
Undead Writer
Same! When we first started reading the MC was more human. He has since lost most of that which defined him separate from people from this world, but I hope to see it return!
Undead Writer
TFTC!
JTMB
Nice to see that the nerd part of LF's personality is returning after so long. Not gonna lie, really missed it after the whole apathy and overly pragmatic arc when he was on his own.
Imaginewagon
Ty
