The Primordial Law

Chapter 290 An Xianjing

An Xianjing said, "You have made rapid progress in the past year or so, and your cultivation level is quite high now."

Li Weiyi tried hard to see through her cultivation level, but to no avail. His mind was in turmoil: "With the cultivation level of a layman, you actually planned to kill me, a martial artist at the Yongquan Realm, to make money?"

An Xianjing did not exude the aura of a powerful figure, nor was she cold and stern. Her smile was gentle and she was very approachable: "Your appearance entered the 'Map of All Living Beings Under Heaven,' but there was no cause and effect, no past or future. I was very curious at the time, so I came to see you. If you had posed a threat to the Rice Man, I would have killed you back then."

Li Weiyi gasped, feeling a chill run down her spine.

Fortunately, I felt sorry for those children and treated them to noodles; otherwise, how could I have survived until now?
At that time, the power that the Protector Wife could exert was still very weak.

The lay Buddhist in white smiled and said, “You don’t need to be so nervous! I am a Buddhist practitioner. I repay the compassionate with compassion. I grant the evildoer a peaceful rebirth.”

"Whether or not one is compassionate is ultimately decided by the strong."

Li Wei forced a stiff smile and asked, "Your cultivation level must be quite extraordinary, right? What is the 'Map of All Beings Under Heaven'?"

An Xianjing had no intention of revealing the secret to Li Weiyi, and said indifferently, "Just think of it as a magical artifact that can capture the secrets of heaven!"

"Are you here to see Venerable Nan?" Li Weiyi asked.

“I’ve already seen her! She shouldn’t be at Nanqing Palace recently; she has important matters to attend to.”

An Xianjing asked, "Li Weiyi, what do you think of the rice plant?"

Li Weiyi knew she was not someone to be trifled with. One moment they could be sitting at a table smiling and eating noodles, the next she might be killing someone.

What's most frightening is that they're unpredictable.

Li Weiyi answered truthfully: "I know very little about rice plants, so I'm afraid I can't answer such a broad question with my narrow perspective."

An Xianjing asked, "Then what do you think of the rice man?"

"Do I really have to answer?" Li Weiyi asked.

An Xianjing said, "Not answering might lead to death. Amitabha!"

"Don't threaten me!"

Li Weiyi wanted to test her abilities, so he pretended to be unfathomable, not necessarily implying she had real talent or knowledge.

"If you want to fight, then fight! You can answer after you've fought. Amitabha!" An Xianjing blinked, extending an encouraging invitation to him.

Li Weiyi said, "You're really confident! Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"Is there a difference?"

Li Weiyi said, "The truth is hard to hear and might upset you. I'll say flattering things too, since I'm at the headquarters of the Rice Cult."

“Then tell the truth!” An Xianjing said.

Li Weiyi didn't particularly dislike the white-robed hermit in front of her; at least she didn't kill innocent people indiscriminately. So she said, "Most of the information I have about the rice people comes from other people's accounts. There are two kinds of information about them."

"One type of rice people are a vulnerable group in this world. They are raised by planting, have no parents or relatives, are not accepted by the mainstream, are sold, and are trained to be assassins, servants, or even raised as livestock."

"Another one... calls the Twin Rice Cult a cult, which acts in extreme ways, hates humans, and is the instigator of many conflicts, and wants to turn the entire Lingxiao habitat into rice paddies."

An Xianjing asked, "Are there any differences between rice people and humans?"

"It seems there's no difference... but I don't really know much about it, I haven't had much in-depth experience with it. Why are you asking me this?" Li Weiyi said.

An Xianjing said, "Since there is no difference between us, why do humans enslave the rice people? They grow the rice people up like their parents, but they show no love. We don't ask for love, we only ask for dignity and fairness. Is that wrong? As for what you said about turning the entire Lingxiao habitat into rice paddies, that's utter nonsense. How could we have such ambitions?"

Li Weiyi said, "Look, you're already unhappy. I knew I shouldn't have told the truth!"

An Xianjing quietly uttered a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha!"

"It's normal to have emotions. I've always believed that opposing viewpoints exist at any time and in any place. But once you fall into prejudice and extremism, it's definitely the wrong path."

Li Weiyi thought of Article 1 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, and said, "All men are born free and equal in dignity and rights. If the rice people are really exactly like humans... well, I feel like it's pointless to say anything..."

An Xianjing said, "Then you'd better not say anything! I feel that you are just a child who hasn't grown up yet, a complete idealist. What freedom and equality is there in this world? Even if it exists, you have to rely on strong cultivation to obtain it."

Li Wei was more than happy to do so, but didn't want to discuss such a profound question with her: "Your appearance seems to have changed from before?"

An Xianjing's emotions completely calmed down: "I cultivate the 'Formless and Imageless Buddhist Scripture,' and my appearance changes every day, depending on my mood and intentions. Only when I reach a transcendent state will I be able to stabilize, my heart become as calm as a still lake, and return to normalcy."

"Are you kidding me? You're making the art of disguise sound so mysterious?"

Li Weiyi couldn't suppress her curiosity and didn't want to be intimidated by the other party's feigned profundity.

"Shh!"

He dashed out like lightning and struck out with a palm.

The wind from the palm made the surrounding grass and trees sway, and the lake surface was rippled with waves.

An Xianjing shifted two feet to the side, dodging the attack: "You can go all out, there's no need to hold back."

The white-robed hermit in front of me is very immature. He can change his mind as quickly as turning the pages of a book. Under the disguise technique, he may have a very young face.

Since she's a member of the younger generation, why should we be afraid of her?
Li Weiyi's competitive spirit was ignited. He changed his palm into fingers, and with all his internal energy circulating, he pointed out dozens of finger shadows in a single breath.

But all of them were blocked by the palm prints she formed. She stood still like the Thousand-Hand Guanyin, her eyes fixed on Li Weiyi.

Li Weiyi withdrew his fingers and stepped back, his expression solemn: "Impressive! What is your cultivation level?"

An Xianjing smiled and said, "I've always been interested in your Cihang Blessed Finger, I think it has a lot of Buddhist meaning. Why don't you try it on me?"

"Forget it! Your cultivation is too profound; I can't afford to offend you."

Li Weiyi waved his sleeve, turned, and left: "But I can hide." "You can't hide!"

An Xianjing grabbed his arm, her figure flashed, and the next moment she crashed into the interior of a formation in the Nanqing Palace.

Li Weiyi landed on both feet, trying to suppress the surprise and doubt in his heart. He looked back and saw the array light screen behind him still shaking.

This formation is the most powerful in the Nanqing Palace; even Li Weiyi, using his Heavenly Eye, could not see through it.

But she barged right in.

Li Weiyi asked, "May I ask your esteemed name, sir?"

“An Xianjing!” she said.

"boom!"

Li Weiyi's head was about to explode, but then he remembered that the Lord of Linggu Palace also seemed to have the surname An, so he tentatively asked, "That Bodhisattva An from Coffin Mountain? The Lord of Linggu Palace?"

Inside the formation was an acre of paddy field.

Tanaka is a land of three colors.

The water was an inch deep of blood.

In the field, there was only one rice planted, which was three feet tall.

It appears to be cast in gold, with leaves as sharp as swords, radiating a dazzling golden glow, and possessing a powerful life energy that makes it seem extraordinary.

An Xianjing walked along the ridge of the field with one hand behind her back, her gaze fixed on the golden rice plant: "In your heart, neither Bodhisattva An nor the Lord of Linggu Palace are good people, are they?"

Remembering Yao Qingxuan's earlier reminder, Li Weiyi changed his tune: "How could that be? Since we parted in Jiuli City, I still remember Miss An's charming smile. She was so gentle, truly a bodhisattva descended to earth."

An Xianjing frowned, gave him a cold look, and then said, "When I saw you in Jiuli City, I didn't take you seriously. But at the Qianlong Lantern Festival, you came back into my sight. Your cultivation speed is too fast. You can complete in one year the distance that others can't complete in ten years."

Li Weiyi quickly said, "Senior An, I really don't have any particular issues with the Rice People. I haven't had much contact with you, and I'm not a threat. Besides, my ancestral land... well, it's a long story. Why is everyone targeting me?"

“You killed quite a few people from the Divine Cult, didn’t you? At the Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival, you killed a group of experts from the Five Seas Realm,” An Xianjing said.

Li Weiyi said, "I didn't know they were members of the Divine Cult."

"Did you kill Wang Zhi and Wang Shouxin?"

Li Weiwei said: "..."

"Did you kill Zuo Shi?"

Li Weiyi said, "I was protecting myself."

An Xianjing said, "I won't kill you. You treated me to noodles, and we have no grudges. But if I throw you out of Nanqing Palace, do you think many people will seek revenge on you?"

Li Weiyi was not intimidated by her, his mind racing: "Does Palace Master An mean that you, sir, intend to protect me?"

“I didn’t say that, but if you’re useful to me, I might as well use you,” An Xianjing said.

Li Weiyi asked, "May I ask how Palace Master An plans to use it?"

An Xianjing's gaze fell back to the golden rice in the center of the blood field: "About two years ago, the Rice Ancestor found four golden Dao seeds from the ancient Bhagavan period in the Sacred Heart Layer of the underground immortal mansion, and gave them to the three hall masters and a deputy hall master to plant respectively."

"The Rice Ancestor believes that these four rice seeds can produce fetuses with exceptional talent."

"Whoever succeeds in cultivating it can comprehend the supreme scripture of the Divine Cult, the 'Ji Di Hun Yuan Jing,' and gain the opportunity to transcend."

"For the past two years, Venerable Nan and I have taken turns using our own longevity blood to nourish and cultivate it with the energy of longevity, but all we've managed is for the rice to take root, sprout, and grow into a seedling. Once it reaches three feet in height, it stops growing!"

Li Weiyi said, "Why not look for the blood of the Transcendent? The battle ten months ago was earth-shattering, and several Transcendents perished. There are even more Transcendents who spilled their blood on the Lingxiao land. We can find some of them no matter what."

It's unclear what angered her, but An Xianjing's tone turned slightly cold: "In your eyes, Ren Dao is a blood-sucking monster, right?"

"I never said that."

Li Weiyi felt helpless, thinking that she was too sensitive.

An Xianjing said, "The vast majority of Ren Rice can grow by relying on the water of the Blood Sea or the underground Blood River."

“Using the corpses of human martial artists as fertilizer is merely a means of revenge and to intimidate the enemy. Although, I do not like this method.”

“Once human blood is used to intervene in the growth of rice, the children that grow up will inevitably carry the characteristics of the blood donor in appearance and personality, representing a kind of inheritance.”

Li Weiyi said, "Like parents and children?"

"More or less," An Xianjing said.

Li Weiyi nodded and said, "This is indeed a headache, with complicated causes and effects."

An Xianjing said, "If it can be cultivated using transcendent blood, why doesn't the Rice Ancestor cultivate it directly? Why does he entrust it to us?"

“Golden grain seeds must be extremely powerful seeds, capable of nurturing exceptionally talented infants. Therefore, using the blood and magical energy of someone with sufficiently high talent to nourish them might allow them to continue growing. Your veins are entirely gold, indicating that your physique and bloodline are extraordinary.”

Li Weiyi was taken aback: "Palace Master An wants me to help you grow golden rice?"

An Xianjing slit her wrist, spilling blood, and entered the paddy field. Instantly, the blood spread, filling the entire paddy field with a layer of blood mist.

“You’ve offended the cult and are being targeted by many people. Even if I don’t come after you, others will. Zuoqiu Zangwu is eyeing you, let alone others.”

"You help me grow rice, and I'll save your life."

"Of course, the premise is that your blood has to actually work for it. I'm just trying it out!"

(End of this chapter)