The Spirit World

Chapter 953 Heavenly Palace (Sixteen)
"I haven't had any contact with humans in a long time."

Chang Yufeng drank the tea that Wu Qian brewed herself.

They sat cross-legged on the grass around them, just like children playing house. Wu Qian set out a set of fine tea sets and made them drink the best tea.

"Maybe I am also practicing now, from my body to my mind. But I am still not good enough and cannot reach my expectations."

This is the wilderness, filled with evil miasma. Eating tea and drinking dew like going on a picnic here is Wu Qian's helpless move, because she is a human being after all, and she has already used up all her energy to escape from the entanglement of the evil spirits.

Although she looked like a man with a feminine appearance, she seemed to identify herself as a woman, which made Chang Yufeng a little embarrassed. However, he himself did not care, so he just let this "man" tell the story.

"Although I can't see any miasma, I still know the etiquette of treating others. Young man, you saved my life, so you deserve my respect!"

Wu Qian took out a new set of clothes from her small space pocket and put them on. Only then did Chang Yufeng realize that he was a man, although he considered himself a woman.

Wu Qian knelt down, propped her hands up and kowtowed her head on the grass. Chang Yufeng had no time to stop her. After drinking the tea, he could only silently accept a kowtow from Wu Qian in gratitude.

"Here! Please use it!"

Wu Qian immediately raised her head and invited Chang Yufeng to eat some raw pastries, and put them directly into Chang Yufeng's bowl with chopsticks.

"Why can't you see the miasma?...Spiritual power is based on the spirituality and aura of all things in the world. Our practice is to cultivate this spirituality to survive. Miasma devours spirituality and swallows up aura, which is completely opposite to our practice. No matter what, we can't see the miasma."

There is a huge difference between human spiritual power and the miasma of demons. A person who comes here to practice will definitely encounter miasma.

Chang Yufeng was willing to sit down and talk with him only because something was fishy going on. Otherwise, he would have left long ago to solve the problem of the miasma at Black Wind Cliff on his own.

He was too calm, which was also an extremely abnormal state.

Normal people are not as calm as him. He speaks softly but not coldly. He seems free and unrestrained, yet also very reserved, and intimidating without being angry.

His own contradictions were not written on his face, but there was an inexplicable awkwardness.

This awkwardness comes from loneliness.

He hadn't had a long conversation with anyone for a long time, and there was a lack of things he cared about, so he could only pay attention to the trivial things around him.

Then again, he hadn't noticed for a while that his hair had grown to his waist again...

Is it too lonely to live alone?

Or maybe, this loneliness was something he brought upon himself.

He did so many things that would make him regret for the rest of his life. He lost Chen Lin, Xun Huangying, Yi Longzhi, Erica, Xiao Lan, the Ice Elf, and the past...

Lost the future...

All I got was loneliness.

There aren't many people like him, and naturally few people can understand loss.

It was as if in a dream. Chang Yufeng spoke in a rhythmic manner. His voice was not cold, but gave people a sense of alienation.

Because the first sentence he asked was this, he kept talking about miasma and demons, not about the things the person in front of him who he had saved did and said.

Wu Qian was thanking him, but he didn't need it, and Wu Qian couldn't force her to say it. He looked up at Chang Yufeng. His silver hair made it hard not to imagine his origins.

The people of the Principality spoke pure Imperial language, but every sentence sounded awkward as if mixed with the Principality language.

He poured tea for Chang Yufeng and started eating pastries himself.

"Brother, you don't know that the Yunshan Sect is different from other sects. What we practice is [Qi]!"

As Wu Qian spoke, a square, gold-rimmed character "Qi" appeared in front of him and Chang Yufeng.

"Qi, comes from here!"

Wu Qian pointed to her lower abdomen. "That's the Dantian, which comes from the human body, not the outside world. Although it is to strengthen oneself and stimulate potential, spiritual power has nothing to do with our Yunshan Sect, so naturally I can't see the miasma of the monsters."

He shook his left sideburn and curled it with his fingers.

He has feminine looks, a little playful, and actually looks visibly young. But after a few years when he grows up, he might not have such feminine looks anymore.

Little did he know that his words surprised the calm Chang Yufeng.

Because in the empire, there are few people who do not practice spiritual power. They all absorb the essence of heaven and earth, and then enhance their practice. There are also those who rely purely on themselves, such as [Ashura Dao] who rely purely on their physical fitness to practice to the extreme. However, this kind of Chong cannot be said to have the so-called Qi. After all, entering the Ashura Dao is because one does not know how to use spiritual power.

“Qi…”

Chang Yufeng had never heard of this before. He did not claim to be knowledgeable, so it was normal that he did not know. Among the vast number of spiritual power cultivation methods, the method of cultivation without spiritual power was really rare.

Especially as Wu Qian said, one does not rely on the spiritual core to practice, but only relies on the Qi that humans possess to strengthen themselves.

"Well, our sect believes that no matter you or I, we have a special [Qi] in our bodies that hides our abilities. By constantly stimulating this [Qi], we can gain the power that humans inherently possess. Probably, it's similar to spiritual power..."

Wu Qian couldn't reveal so many little secrets of her own cultivation, so she rolled up her hair and threw it behind her back.

"Hey! What's so surprising about this... Our Yunshan Sect is not well-known, so it's normal that a powerful person like you doesn't know about it, right?"

"It's nothing special. It's just a replica of spiritual power. It's just that you can't see the miasma. You can only be on guard against some monsters and ghosts, and don't get killed by sneak attacks~"

He narrowed his eyes half-jokingly.

"It's also very exhausting! I heard that our ancestor was captured by a monster once because he couldn't see the miasma of the monster. It became a joke and has been passed down to this day."

Chang Yufeng seemed to be thinking about something, and he didn't care about what Wu Qian said, but he really didn't care about it.

"Qi should be a very special thing... As far as I know, a small number of humans cannot use spiritual power. If more people can know about Qi, it will definitely be very helpful to them."

This is what Chang Yufeng was thinking.

"Since you can't see the miasma, it's understandable that you've entered a place of demonic miasma and are being chased by demons."

This is all Chang Yufeng said.

He didn't care at all about Wu Qian's playfulness, nor did he care about Wu Qian's mood at the moment, or even the way she looked at him.

Wu Qian must have witnessed the scene where Chang Yufeng sealed the demon with one sword, and she was full of admiration for him.

The tea is also the best tea, and the cakes are also the best cakes.

He was not like the poor boy who practiced alone in the wilderness. He admired Chang Yufeng very much.

"Yes, but there are indeed many demons in the Black Wind Cliff. You just said that the miasma has not dissipated within a radius of ten miles. I guess there are still many demons that have not been killed."

Chang Yufeng answered and shook his head slowly.

“I don’t know the specific reason.”

"However, the miasma has not dissipated yet, and we have no clues. It is not easy to find the hidden portal."

"Using special methods to search may cause more unnecessary trouble. Therefore, I still hope that you can provide me with some insights."

At this point, Wu Qian vaguely felt that Chang Yufeng's language was no longer mixed with the incomprehensible Principality language. Whether it was words, sentences, meanings, or speaking habits, they were all more like those of the Imperial people.

He also felt a surge of joy. He looked at the sun rising in the sky, covered his forehead with his hands, frowned, and spoke softly.

"If... the portal you're talking about... is a red vortex..."

(End of this chapter)