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Chapter 118 Rescuing the Spirit Bamboo, the Xuan Turtle Shedding its Shell
It's truly unimaginable to think that a Golden Core cultivator would use their own essence and magical power to help a Foundation Establishment cultivator overcome a predicament, unless you witness it with your own eyes.

Su Yu's face showed obvious surprise. She finally understood why this fellow Daoist was in such a hurry. It turned out that there was a blood relationship between them.

In that case, she could understand.

If anything were to happen to her younger brother, Su Ya, she would definitely have to pay a price.

only……

The plant growing on Wei Qingye's body is called Spirit-Nourishing Bamboo, a strange spiritual plant used to nourish the soul.

She glanced at Li Ye and then used telepathy to inform him of Wan Lingzhu's situation.

After learning this information, Li Ye basically knew what was going on. This Fellow Daoist Wei probably wanted to raise the soul of his fellow disciple.

That's absolutely insane.

Li Ye nodded to her and took a deep breath.

A light tap with your finger.

Drops of radiant spiritual water flowed from his fingertips.

The spiritual water poured down like raindrops, landing precisely on the spirit-binding bamboo on Wei Qingye's body.

In this very moment.

The life-giving water spurred the growth of the Bamboo.

It can be said that the bamboo grew rapidly at an incredible speed, and then withered in just a few breaths.

Black mist seeped from the withered, yellow bamboo, and deathly energy surged like a tide.

The cycle of flourishing and decay repeats itself endlessly.

The essence and magical power of a Golden Core cultivator are also being rapidly depleted.

The spiritual power from the Life-Giving Water, and the essence and magic power of the Golden Core True Person—these two forces, both brimming with vitality, could not conceal the deathly aura released as the Spirit-Retaining Bamboo grew.

It's not just deathly energy.

Li Ye could even see the desolate, flowing "ink" and a little bit of golden light of merit.

After confirming that collecting the ink would not have any negative effects, Li Ye began collecting the ink and continuously storing it in his storage ring.

The quantity of each breath can be measured in jin (a unit of weight).

This shows just how lush these bamboo groves are.

Of course, the merits were also collected and put away.

Time passed by in this way, one breath at a time, and the water clock beside him dripped away, and a cup of tea's time had already gone by.

Su Yu's expression grew increasingly serious, and she spoke up:
"Do not let this damage your foundation."

To be able to cultivate spiritual plants like this during the Foundation Establishment stage, there must be some special method used. Su Yu is really worried that Li Ye's foundation might be affected by this, and then no amount of favor could bring him back.

"It's fine."

Li Ye has accumulated a lot of life-giving water in Jianmu during this period. Anyway, it can be produced continuously. It's not a big deal to exchange it for some ink and human favors.

"It has already been successful."

"However, Uncle Su..."

Before he could finish speaking, Su Yu had already thrown out dozens of pills, which shimmered with starlight and formed a tortoise-shell-shaped spiritual shield around Li Ye, consisting of seven interconnected starlight.

Protected within the spirit shield, Li Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief, silently taking a few steps back and hiding directly behind Su Yu.

Su Yu: "..."

She couldn't help but glance at Li Ye, who smiled ingratiatingly and even cupped his hands in greeting.

"You kid."

Helpless, Su Yu took a step forward and stood in front of her junior apprentice.

Because at this moment, the spirit-binding bamboo on Wei Qingye's body, who was lying on the jade bed, had begun its final growth, and the withered yellow bamboo leaves and the pitch-black bamboo body exuded an extremely strong death aura.

A small portal was formed by the surrounding deathly aura.

A faint, indistinct figure could be seen inside, seemingly walking towards this side from the edge of death.

"Fellow Daoist Wei," Su Yu's expression turned serious, "your brother wants to use the Spirit-Suppressing Bamboo to nourish his soul. What are you planning to do?"

Having expended countless amounts of his life essence and magical power, Master Wei straightened up, took the long sword in his hand, and although his face was as pale as paper, his sharpness was not diminished in the slightest.

"Ugh."

"What can we do? We all make mistakes."

"Besides, this kid is my own brother, so I have no choice but to support him."

That's what he said, but there was no hint of complaint in his tone; in fact, he even had a slight smile on his face.

In his view, being able to make a fuss wasn't necessarily a bad thing; as an elder, he had long been prepared for such an event.

Su Yu nodded in agreement: "That's right. I don't have anything to give you, this is all I have."

She flicked a pill to Master Wei with her finger.

"Thank you!"

The latter took the pill without even glancing at it, swallowed it whole, and his face immediately regained its color.

His body immediately transformed into a beam of light and crashed into the portal that was about to fully open.

The sword energy inside, as white as snow, even tore through the gloom of death, like a silver light exploding on the horizon.

The terrifying sword energy even made Li Ye, who was inside the spirit shield, feel a slight stinging sensation on his skin.

It was at this moment that Li Ye spoke up and asked, "Just now, Uncle-Master, you said that this seems to be a spiritual plant that involves evil practices."

Su Yu had her back to him, so his expression couldn't be seen, but her voice was calm:

"In the demonic path, the Spirit-Binding Bamboo is a demonic creature that restricts the reincarnation of souls to certain areas."

However, if used properly, it can indeed allow one's relatives and friends to be reincarnated in certain places, and even retain some memories.

The law is neither good nor evil. Wei Qingye's mistake was using his own body to nourish his soul and concealing it from his elders. When things went wrong, his own brother and senior brother had to take responsibility.

Li Ye, you absolutely mustn't do this.

"I know." Li Ye nodded, understanding what Master Su meant.

Master Su breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Li Ye had taken his words to heart.

—Actually, there was something else she didn't say: Wei Qingye's luck was really peculiar; it seemed that he would suffer himself but benefit others.

Li Ye gained some merit from helping others and also collected a lot of those peculiar ink paintings.

Although Master Wei lost a lot of his essence and blood, he was still able to experience the intertwining of death energy and life energy, as well as the enlightenment brought by the rise of the spiritual power of the Jianmu tree.

This is why Wei Qingye is so powerful in the Heavenly Pulse Sword Mountain sect. If he were in the demonic path, he would probably be completely devoured.

Is this also a kind of luck?
She thought she could report it to the sect and ask the senior brothers in charge of intelligence to keep an eye on this sword cultivator.

About half a cup of tea later.

Master Wei emerged from the deathly aura through the gate, carrying a jade bottle containing a soul, and casually waved his hand to dispel the remaining deathly energy.

As the deathly aura and the power of the Spirit-Supporting Bamboo completely dissipated, Wei Qingye quickly woke up.

He looked at his pale-faced brother who hadn't said a word to him, and at the jade bottle his brother had handed him; how could he not know what had happened?

……

Li Ye looked at Wei Qingye, who was tilting his head back to drink wine and whose tears were still wet, and sighed slightly—this guy clearly didn't say a word in front of the two masters.

Then he turned around and wanted to come and drink with me.

She was drinking and crying at the same time.

A sword cultivator shedding tears—this must be considered a rare spectacle in the world.

"What are your plans for the future?" After considering for a moment, Li Ye replaced the spirit wine he brought, which looked like it was burning with flames, with his own peach blossom wine, which he had added with spirit honey.

Wei Qingye took the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp, his tone still clear: "I made a mistake this time. I will go back and train in the Sword Tomb to obtain a spiritual medicine that can restore my brother's lost essence and blood." What he said made a lot of sense.

If this guy just keeps drinking and crying, Li Ye probably won't be able to stand it for long before politely sending him away.

"Actually, we weren't familiar with each other before, but now I think you're quite responsible."

"Don't blame me for being nosy."

Li Ye asked curiously, "Compared to independent cultivators, we have many opportunities to try and fail, but the premise is that we must tell our elders in advance."

"You want to nurture your junior brother's soul and send him to be reborn in a place around Tianmai Sword Mountain, which is not wrong. Why didn't you tell your elders in the sect beforehand?"

Wei Qingye poured himself another glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp. He then replied, "This is a spiritual plant from the demonic path after all. I'm worried that my senior brother might not allow it."

"..."

That's understandable, actually.

Tianmai Sword Mountain is a prestigious and righteous sect, and it often fights to the death with the demonic sects.

It is said that almost every sword cultivator has at least several times the number of demonic cultivators in their body.

This shows just how intense the struggle was.

During his time at the Four Seasons Sect, Li Ye read through various ancient texts and learned that the sect also researched various demonic spiritual plants, so he didn't pay much attention to this aspect.

But Wei Qingye probably still can't figure it out.

"Ugh."

Thinking back to when Master Wei left, he specially sent a message to ask him to comfort Wei Qingye, and Li Ye felt that this guy was really lucky to have such a master protecting him.

"The law has no inherent good or evil." Li Ye comforted him, "Fellow Daoist is also one of the best among sword cultivators. Are you still afraid that you cannot control these things?"

Besides, you have elders from your sect who can guide you at any time, so what is there to worry about?

These words, spoken by Li Ye, who was of a similar generation, had a much better effect than those spoken by his seniors.

A flash of realization crossed Wei Qingye's eyes, and it seemed as if some kind of shackle on his body had suddenly been broken.

He smiled and said, “Brother Li is absolutely right. I don’t have anything to offer as a thank you gift, except for a young seedling of the Spirit Bamboo.”

He handed a jade box and a small sword to Li Ye.

He then picked up the jar of wine that Li Ye had been using and drank it down in one gulp with great gusto, the peach blossom wine flowing down his neck.

Just when Li Ye thought this guy was going to smash one of his jars, he gently placed the jar on the table and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Li Ye:

"I want to go back and correct the mistakes I made."

"If Brother Li ever needs this spirit sword in the future, please release it. No matter how far or how far I am, I will do my best to come and meet you!"

After saying that, he strode away.

Li Ye could clearly sense the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from Wei Qingye, which seemed to indicate a sudden enlightenment, and murmured to himself:

"He resolved his inner conflict with just a few words. It seems this brother is truly extraordinary."

He glanced at the jade box and the small sword on the table.

"This is my network of connections. It feels really good to do good deeds."

After putting the two items away, he gave an order to Yunwu Huailing and quickly returned to the Hall of Affairs, where the envoys of the Xuan Turtle Clan were waiting.

……

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

With a smile on his face, Li Ye carried a jade box, followed by five children from the Xuan Turtle Clan carrying turtle shells, and returned to his cave.

These five children, who looked to be only seven or eight years old, communicated clearly and were quite polite.

He led the children directly to a newly built courtyard, which was surrounded by a formation that could prevent divine sense from scanning outwards.

The mission was a mission, but he couldn't let these Xuan Turtles casually look into his cave; it was a private place that belonged only to him.

"You all stay here."

"I'll go get something."

After giving some instructions to the little turtles, he found the earth turtle that was carrying the gourd and running around aimlessly.

This guy is living a really good life now, and he's always hiding in the cave with the gourd to secretly breed a litter of baby turtles.

When it's free, it wanders around the cave, going to all sorts of places.

But the baby turtles that are born are left unattended.

In fact, if Li Ye hadn't frequently used his divine sense to scan the area, and if the beavers hadn't been looking around, some of the gourd spirit turtles would have been buried in their burrows and unable to come out.

When Li Ye found it, the creature was slowly crawling out of the cave carrying a gourd, clearly having just engaged in some rather magical activity.

"..."

Give me your gourd oil.

Li Ye reached out his hand to it directly: "I know you also produce this kind of oil, and it's because of it that you can molt."

After agreeing to cooperate with the Xuan Turtles, Li Ye had already conducted a detailed investigation into how they molted, and discovered that it was an oil secreted by the turtles.

So he was prepared.

The tortoise glanced at Li Ye unhurriedly, then shook its body and sprayed out a stream of light yellow oil from its shell, which Li Ye, who was prepared, caught in the act.

Afterwards, Li Ye took the gourd oil and left, returning to the courtyard to hand it over to the Xuan Turtle, who were waiting anxiously.

After obtaining the gourd oil, the Xuan Turtles seemed to know that it could help them.

They almost couldn't wait to start molting using these oils.

Li Ye originally wanted to avoid suspicion, but the Xuan Guis said it wasn't necessary.

So he just watched from the side for a while.

He had initially thought that the molting of the Xuan turtles would be something mysterious, but what he saw was the little Xuan turtles pulling on each other's shells with all their might.

They just ripped the shell off like that.

The shell was as if it were grown on their backs. After it was pulled off, the little Xuan Turtles were no different from human children, except that they were a little shorter.

Then the little turtles immediately let out joyful shouts.

"They're down!"

"Your shell is so soft."

"This oil is truly amazing!"

They were all shouting and yelling, and playing with each other's shells like toys.

"..."

This scene made Li Ye fall into deep thought. He looked at the jubilant little Xuan turtle, and then at the turtle shell that had been left aside.

Isn't the tortoise shell connected to the ribcage?

He was indeed puzzled.

But he figured that this involved the secrets of the Xuan Turtle clan, and he didn't want to get involved.

So he coldly sent away the newly arrived Xuan turtles and then put away their shells.

This shell is a treasure; when ground into powder and sprinkled into the soil, it becomes an excellent source of spiritual energy fertilizer.

He also received earth vein spiritual milk from the Xuan Turtle, which replenished his vital energy.

Although you may not need it now, it can increase your collection and knowledge, and you will definitely need it in the future.

That's what true skill is—being able to bring it out when needed.

After tidying up these things, he continued with his work.

Now that he has basically finished dealing with all the complicated matters, he should prepare to expand his planting scale.

(End of this chapter)