The Legend of Fangren

Chapter 129 Internal and External Yin and Yang, Transformation of Mixed Spirits

Ahhhhhhh

That night, in the Lingtai Space, Fang Shi looked up to the sky and shouted.

My beloved He Bao is going to be away for three whole years! What's the difference between that and a three-year prison sentence?! I'm so heartbroken!!!

Fang Shi's spiritual figure rolled wildly into a whirlwind, then dashed into the lava pool.

Scalding hot! With a whoosh, Fang Shi, his face still burning red, rushed out and jumped into the adjacent pool to feel better. After the heat and cold subsided, he calmed down a bit. Leaning on the edge of the pool, he thought, "There's really no other way. Since that's the case, I'll just make some good equipment for He Zi."

He rummaged through drawers and cupboards, dumping all the dozen or so buckets of fish he had caught during the day into the pool, intending to use the water to cool the lava and see if he could get a high-grade stone.

But suddenly, his mind went blank for a moment because he was staring at the black fish swimming in the pond and realized something.

He had always thought that the spiritual space was like a backpack, only allowing the contents to be identified as items. But now? Look at these fish. Even if they are currently classified as "fish," what happens after they are killed? What will become of the spiritual medicines from the five internal organs?

Thinking of this, Fang Shi immediately plunged into the water, grabbed a fish, and killed it with a single sword strike. He deliberately did not use the power of dissolving the poison, letting the fish die naturally. Only then did he use the power of dissolving the poison to remove the fish's skin, flesh, and bones, and in the end, the spiritual medicine was left behind.

"So, in other words—my spiritual space is actually universal?"

It was only because the items in his backpack could enter this space with his spiritual consciousness that he had the illusion that this space was also a byproduct of his inability to resolve his spiritual problems.

Oh no, it wouldn't be wrong to call it a byproduct. However, the space he created with the power of disintegration is the result of the power of disintegration modifying reality. After that, it is no longer bound by the rules of the power of disintegration and becomes the space within his body. At the same time, because the space is located within his body, although this space is not bound by the rules of disintegration, it can still make all the functional blocks work.

Moreover, he hadn't noticed it when he broke through the previous night, but now that he walked a distance away, he found that his spiritual space had expanded considerably, though the background was chaotic and dim, making it inconspicuous.

In this way, the Lingtai, which was already several hundred meters long, was expanded to seven or eight hundred meters.

This fish is truly a fine fish!

Fish are raised in water, and fish are like water. Water carries things, and fish also carry things. Is this not power?

It is highly likely that the fish caught by the fishing rod in the game are in the form of objects, but now they have become living things in reality, which has increased the difficulty considerably. It is reasonable to have some compensation, which can be seen as the power of the fish as an "object" or the power of the fish bucket as an object.

Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! If the Spirit Platform can be used as a warehouse, what is the Heavenly Ring compared to it? Even the Heavenly Pavilion will be surpassed sooner or later.

No, that's not even counting the height. The Lingtai space is seven or eight hundred meters long. Even if it can't fit everything into a box, its capacity is already several times greater than that of the Heaven and Earth Pavilion.

Master, I don't care about your Heaven and Earth Pavilion anymore.

Putting his thoughts aside, Fang Shi returned to the lava pool and poured a bucket of water onto it.

The water flowed over the surface of the scorching lava, quickly producing a large amount of foul smoke, and turned into bluish-black stones, completely different from the obsidian formed after the lava cooled in the game.

A bad pen is worse than a good memory. When I encountered something I didn't recognize, I looked it up in the book of texts. After half an hour of looking at it from all angles, I still couldn't find anything that looked like it. So my mindset automatically evolved: it's better to have no books than to believe everything in them. I decided to just ignore the book of texts and have the old man at the shop appraise it tomorrow.

With nothing else to do, Fang Shi looked around at the large space and figured it was a waste to leave it empty, so he simply built a wooden house out of blocks.

Speaking of which, when using scissors to collect the corpses of mythical beasts, not only will you get leather, but you will also get the corresponding [hair] blocks.

In the game, only sheep can be sheared to produce wool [blocks], but in reality, it can shear cow hair, deer hair, wool—all sorts of things. And the recipes for wool blocks are very much like home furnishings, such as beds and carpets.

Hiss—then what's the point of him working so hard every night in the spiritual realm? There are a bunch of furnaces burning things, and he can only stand there dumbfounded, sitting on the cold ground or blocks.

Would it be to torture myself? Of course not.

Without saying a word, Fang Shi laid out a soft and comfortable blanket in the room. It only requires two wool blocks of the same type to be placed horizontally to make a combination. When you step on it, not even a sound can be heard.

Then, use three wool and three planks to form two rows to create a bed. This is a functional block that takes up two large spaces, allowing players to quickly get through the night and reset their respawn point.

Hmm—since this isn't a game, I won't try the respawn point feature. Let's talk about how to quickly get through the night.

It just so happens that he enters the spirit platform at night. If he falls asleep in bed, he should wake up in the morning when he opens his eyes again.

That will have to wait a while.

After jumping off the bed, Fang Shi chose to rest on the blanket. It was quite comfortable no matter what. There was also a smokehouse in the corner of the room, which was warm and cozy.

At times like this, we really should have some more drinks and food.

That's not difficult, just burn it. The problem is that Fang Shi asked himself, "I don't think I've ever eaten anything inside the Lingtai."

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Ultimately, his current state should only be a manifestation of his spiritual consciousness.

What would happen if he ate something? He tried eating a piece of meat, then rubbed his stomach and muttered to himself, "I don't feel anything."

He doesn't feel full—in reality, one steak would be enough to fill his stomach, and no matter how much he eats, he would have to wait until one piece of meat is digested before eating the next.

"I hope it won't be quantified like in the game."

Fang Shi thought this for no reason and quickly ate another piece, but still did not feel full. If it were like in the game, two pieces of pork or beef would be enough to fill his stomach.

Oh, maybe it's because he's now at level four, and level one or two meat is too little for his "hunger bar".

So he continued to eat voraciously until he reached his twentieth piece, at which point he finally let out a burp.

"After a satisfying meal, one naturally wants to lie in bed."

The real me outside is sleeping, and I'm sleeping inside too—what does that mean?

Well, I've almost finished my work for tonight, so it wouldn't hurt to lie down on that bed and go to sleep.

Fang Shi climbed onto the bed, and as soon as he touched the pillow that came with the bed, he immediately became drowsy. The whole process took less than ten seconds, just like falling asleep in a game.

Immediately afterwards, his consciousness blurred for a very brief moment, then he suddenly became clear-headed again.

"What?!"

Outside the window, the night was still pitch black, but his mind was incredibly clear. He confirmed again and again that this was indeed the reality outside his mind. He could even tell from the street scene that not much time had passed since he had just fallen asleep. It was probably not even a few seconds since any passerby on the street had seen him before he fell asleep. Yet, the person had only walked four or five steps further than he remembered.

He felt as if he had slept all night, his mind was incredibly clear, without a trace of drowsiness, as if the energy bar of a game character had been reset.