Bu Wei

Chu Jun had cultivated the Path of Purity.

The Path of Purity, as the name suggested, was about having a clear mind and a calm spirit, eliminating desires, and purifying the heart.

He chose the most remote peak among the hundred thousand mountains of the Wushi Sect, opened up a cave dwelling, set up a large formation outside to refuse all visitors, all for the sake of comprehending the Path of Purity.

He comprehended the Great Dao, his body in a corner but his heart encompassing heaven and earth, finding joy in himself. If nothing unexpected happened, he could quietly comprehend here for a thousand years.

If nothing unexpected happened…

In less than a month, in a time that used to pass in the blink of an eye, he suddenly had a son, and had a Shenjiao with a shameless cultivator due to a series of coincidences…

Hearing the crying, Chu Jun opened his eyes again.

Every time the child came, he was in danger. Chu Jun was already prepared to repair his spiritual consciousness. The child’s mother was probably a heroic woman, taking her son to climb mountains of knives  and go down seas of fire, every time almost costing half his life.

Ning Xiu fell into a familiar yet somewhat strange embrace, immediately stopped crying, stretched out his little hand to grab Chu Jun’s lapel, desperately, “Ah! Ah ah! Ya! Ooh!”

Bai Bai! Quickly save Father! So much blood! Scared!

Chu Jun, who completely didn’t understand his meaning: …

The child was covered in blood, moving around in his arms with a dirty face, grabbing his clothes and refusing to let go.

Chu Jun picked up the child and looked at him from head to toe, didn’t find any wounds, his gaze was a bit puzzled.

With the experience from before, Chu Jun knew that his son always came to the Sanbao Hall for no reason, so since he came to find him, he must have encountered danger.

(t/n: came to the Sanbao Hall for no reason-One would not go to sb’s place except on business or for help, etc.)

But this time the child was fine.

“Ah! Ah!” Ning Xiu pulled him wanting to take him away, but his strength was pitifully small, Chu Jun held him sitting in the center of the sea of consciousness without moving.

Chu Jun saw that he was not crying, but was anxiously clutching him, a flash of inspiration crossed his mind, and he asked, “Could it be that your mother is in danger?”

Ning Xiu didn’t have the concept of a mother yet, but he vaguely remembered Ning Buwei saying the word “mother”, and he exclaimed excitedly when he heard it.

It seems so.

A child had already involved him and the child’s mother in cause and effect, he did not want to get too involved with her.

But with this child here, he couldn’t ignore her in danger.

“Forget it, go with you once.” After deliberation, Chu Jun made a decision.

The other party was a stranger to him, he naturally wouldn’t pull people into his sea of consciousness, and it’s even more impossible to go to the other party’s sea of consciousness. After thinking about it, Chu Jun set his eyes on Ning Xiu.

This child was born with a golden core, his sea of consciousness was strong, and they had a blood relationship, which was just right.

“Ah~” Ning Xiu was tired of shouting, nestled in his arm and kicked his hand.

Hurry up~

Chu Jun pointed at Ning Xiu’s Dantian.

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The giant sword condensed by everyone’s spiritual power slashed on the thick and sturdy vine, and the Linjiang City wrapped in the vine shook violently, and a big mouth was cracked in the indestructible vine.

The cultivators outside the city were all excited and inspired when they saw this.

They had tried this method before, but that vine was like a piece of iron, their attacks had no effect at all, but now that vine was obviously at the end of its strength.

“This vine is really evil, could it be that it has become a spirit?” Taking advantage of the time to adjust his breath, Chen Zichu, the second disciple of Yunzhong Sect, voiced his doubts.

The person he asked had a tight face, and his gaze at the vine was somewhat disgusting. This person had deep and handsome features, looked only over thirty years old, but was actually nearly five hundred years old, and was the eldest elder of Yunzhong Sect who kept his words, his surname was Wen and his name was Heshen.

Wen Heshen didn’t speak, Chen Zichu knew his master’s temper, and touched his nose awkwardly, but heard someone spoke next to him.

“There was such a situation five hundred years ago, but the situation was much more fierce than it is now.” It was a cultivator in red and white clothes with a black gauze, obviously from the Chongzheng Alliance.

Chen Zichu looked at his waist token, and it was actually a person from the first sect, the Wushi Sect, and there was even an elder’s seal on his waist, which was a big deal.

Wen Heshen turned his head and glanced at him.

“Heshen, what do you think?” Chu Bai’s tone was very familiar to him, obviously the two knew each other.

“It’s no different from the situation in Xun Prefecture, Ning City.” Wen Heshen said coldly.

It was precisely because of this that all sects were so heavily guarded, and even the Chongzheng Alliance and Wushi sect had sent elders like Chu Bai.

After adjusting his breath, everyone condensed their spiritual power again and aimed at the crack on the vine.

“Come again!”

All the cultivators who had been to the ruins of Xun Prefecture for rescue had a fresh memory of that giant vine. It rose to the sky, covering the sky and the sun, standing alone on the cracked brown land, covering most of Xun Prefecture, and the vine was hanging half-human and half-vine corpses, densely packed as far as the eye could see.

There were also countless vine people walking stiffly among them, their soulds were destroyed and they became puppets.

Therefore at the beginning, people thought that the disaster of Xun Prefecture was caused by the demon vine.

Ning Buwei also thought so at the beginning.

That was the day before the spring equinox.

He received a family letter from Ning Xingyuan, urgently summoning him back to Xun Prefecture, Ning City. He naturally rushed back in a hurry, but who knew that he encountered a big trouble on the way, and he was lucky to be saved by others, but it was already nearly a month since he received the letter.

When he returned to Xun Prefecture, what he saw was such a desolate scene.

He couldn’t even find the way back to Ning City.

Yan Lanpei regained control of the vine, countless vines spread from the ground, regardless of the pain all over his body, he reached out and grabbed Ning Buwei.

At the same time, a golden light silently soaked into Ning Buwei’s heart and arm, and the deep wound that the bone could even be seen was healing at a rapid speed.

Yan Lanpei was surprised for a moment when he saw this, and looked at Ning Xiu who was still constantly sending golden light to Ning Buwei, and used the vine to roll the child over and put it into Ning Buwei’s arms.

Ning Xiu grabbed Ning Buwei’s sleeve, “Ah~ Ah ah~”

Fathery~ It doesn’t hurt~

However, that golden light was limited in strength and could only heal external injuries. What was really fatal was the shattered meridians and overly withered Dantian on Ning Buwei’s body.

“It really is…a Linglong bone.” Yan Lanpei looked at Ning Xiu with a complex expression.

Ning Buwei, lying on the vine, slowly opened his eyes.

“Chengfeng!” Yan Lanpei was overjoyed when he woke up.

Ning Buwei frowned, subconsciously looking for Ning Xiu, and heard the milky voice of “ah” next to his ear, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

“This child—” Yan Lanpei stopped talking.

Ning Buwei endured the pain and hugged Ning Xiu, and said when he heard the words, “Just say what you have to say.”

“I reminded you the first time we met,” Yan Lanpei said with a heartache, “Ordinary people are born naturally in accordance with the laws of the Heavenly Way after ten months of pregnancy, but this child transformed from Linglong bone, borrows your flesh and soul with another person, and forcibly gathers the three souls and seven spirits. Although he was born with a golden core, the three souls and seven spirits are not complete and unstable. Every day he lives is a life-threatening catastrophe against the sky—”

“Chengfeng, he could die at any time, he can’t be raised.” Yan Lanpei said, “The best result is nothing more than leaving a Linglong bone.”

Ning Buwei covered Ning Xiu’s ears with one hand, his handsome face was tight, and he stared at Yan Lanpei with a gloomy expression, “Shut up.”