The Long Journey to Immortality

"After returning to the Central Plains, we must make amends as soon as possible and dispel this sense of guilt."

"Don't let this small obstacle grow into a big one, eventually developing into a demon that will affect your future cultivation."

Having made up her mind, Han Lu temporarily stopped thinking about the source of her mental block and focused all her efforts on dealing with that wisp of black spiritual energy.

Compared to eliminating the root cause of her mental blockage, clearing out the black spiritual energy and ensuring a smooth advancement and breakthrough is her top priority right now.

There was no solution to this unexpected event that she could refer to.

Faced with the unstable spiritual energy cluster, she could only rely on a cultivator's intuition to try and resolve the immediate crisis.

Xiaoyaozi's cultivation knowledge and experience at the Nascent Soul stage played a significant role at this time.

Han Lu's decision at the first moment was undoubtedly correct.

As she deliberately slowed down the process of transforming the gas into liquid, the originally restless spiritual energy gradually stabilized.

The location of that wisp of black spiritual energy within the energy cluster was also locked onto by Han Lu's superior divine sense.

However, Han Lu was troubled by how to separate it.

"How about casting a spell and using it?"

A brilliant idea popped into Han Lu's mind.

After careful consideration, she felt that this was feasible, so she did not hesitate at all and immediately put it into practice.

There are countless magical techniques, but many are simply used to facilitate daily life. Performing magical techniques in the small space of a room is not difficult.

However, being in a meditative state during cultivation adds some difficulty to casting spells.

"What if we instead infuse spiritual energy into a magical artifact?"

With slight modifications, the plan became increasingly feasible.

Right now, Han Lu has a magical throne right under her buttocks, so channeling spiritual energy into it is undoubtedly the best choice.

So, Han Lu tried to use her divine sense to firmly capture the black spiritual energy in the spiritual energy cluster.

Immediately afterwards, with a thought, a portion of the spiritual energy in the spiritual energy cluster, under Han Lu's control, was drawn to that wisp of black spiritual energy and transmitted outwards towards the Dharma seat.

The "strange" spiritual power was only a trace and had not yet taken shape, so it was naturally no match for Han Lu, who was fighting against it with all her might.

The black spiritual energy offered no resistance and was expelled from Han Lu's body.

This wisp of black spiritual energy vanished instantly after being injected into the Dharma seat, as if it had never existed at all.

As the black spiritual energy left, the numerous clusters of spiritual energy in Han Lu's dantian and dantian returned to "purity".

With a sigh of relief, Han Lu continued to silently recite the incantation and perform the secret technique, continuing the "advancement ceremony" that had just been interrupted.

The minor setback did not affect the operation of the secret technique.

After spending some more time gathering the remaining gaseous spiritual energy in her dantian, Han Lu tried to blow the cold wind again.

These "cold energies" gradually made the gaseous spiritual energy moist.

Without that trace of black spiritual energy interfering, everything went smoothly.

Soon, a torrential downpour fell from the "sky" above his dantian.

The heavy rain lasted for a long time, only stopping when it completely exhausted the gaseous spiritual energy that Han Lu had gathered.

The appearance of liquid spiritual energy caused a tremendous change in the space within the dantian.

A pool of water appeared in the dantian, forming a new scene with the numerous gaseous spiritual energies floating in the dantian.

The light blue liquid spiritual energy reflected the colorful sea of ​​clouds.

If this scene were copied and seven-tenths of its essence were captured on a canvas, it would undoubtedly become a masterpiece worth a hundred gold pieces.

It's not over yet; this alone doesn't qualify one as a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Water without roots will eventually dry up; rainfall caused by a secret technique cannot sustain this liquid spiritual energy for long.

However, this first rain that fell in Han Lu's dantian soon triggered a series of chain reactions, causing the rain, which had already stopped, to continue in other parts of her dantian.

Gradually, several scattered, unintentionally condensed gaseous spiritual energy clusters began to transform into liquid, showering "spring rain" and bestowing sweet dew upon other parts of Han Lu's dantian.

The liquid spiritual energy from various places formed "rivers" and converged together, gradually expanding this originally small lake.

This series of changes only came to an end when Han Lu's dantian was almost depleted of its gaseous spiritual energy.

In this matter, the lake formed by liquid spiritual energy can now be reluctantly referred to as a "sea".

Looking at the still boundless ocean of spiritual energy, and at this liquid spiritual energy that only exists in the bodies of cultivators at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage and above, Han Lu was filled with emotion.

"finally……"

"Advanced to the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment."

Suppressing her joyful mood, Han Lu circulated her Qi again for another cycle before finally waking up from her meditative state.

At this time, only three days had passed since she attempted to advance, and there were still seven days before she could set off with Feng You and Feng Rubing.

Chapter 370 Departure

The transition from the early to the middle stages of Foundation Establishment isn't really a crucial breakthrough; it's simply an increase in the amount of spiritual energy and the amount of spiritual energy that the dantian can hold.

However, because Feng Bailu had been stuck at this juncture for a full fourteen years, Han Lu's breakthrough, which took half a year to complete, became more meaningful and more likely to excite Han Lu, who had become accustomed to being a "genius".

When you're happy, you'll naturally want to share it.

Stepping out of the room, Feng Rubing, who was practicing calligraphy with a brush, became Han Lu's favorite person to share her joy with.

Although she really wanted to tell her future "stepmother" the good news, Han Lu knew it was inappropriate to disturb her while she was focused on calligraphy, so she patiently waited for a while.

After Feng Rubing finished copying the twelve characters from the calligraphy copybook, she approached her.

"Come here, little sister, look at my handwriting."

Holding the calligraphy brush given to her by Han Lu, Feng Rubing felt that her calligraphy skills had improved by several levels.

Having written a beautiful piece of calligraphy, I naturally wanted to show it to Han Lu so that she could sincerely praise it and acknowledge my "hard work."

Han Lu could understand Feng Rubing's feelings and naturally got the hint. She selected some suitable words from those she had used when praising Piaomiaozi's calligraphy and used them at this moment.

Feng Rubing listened to these few words with a broad smile, wishing she could immediately frame the calligraphy, hang it on the wall, and regard it as her masterpiece.

However, while Feng Rubing was focused on her masterpiece, she also noticed a subtle change in Han Lu's aura.

"Wow," Feng Rubing laughed, "Little sister, that's impressive! It hasn't been long at all, and you've already advanced to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage?"

Feng Rubing was very clear about the cultivation system for mortal cultivators.

"Yes, it's been a few days since I advanced to the Foundation Establishment stage, which is still a few days short of half a year."

Han Lu tried her best to maintain a calm and natural tone, but she couldn't help but feel a little proud because of her achievements that surpassed those of ordinary geniuses.

"So it went smoothly?" As Han Lu's future stepmother, Feng Rubing was naturally even more concerned about Han Lu's cultivation than before. "She didn't use any methods or secret techniques that would harm her foundation to forcibly improve her cultivation, right?"

"No," Han Lu explained, "It's just that my cultivation method has a secret technique specifically for transforming qi into liquid, which saves me from some of the accumulation process and makes it easier to break through this bottleneck."

Han Lu knew that most Foundation Establishment cultivators with average talent would need three to five years to convert even a drop of spiritual energy into liquid, even if they filled their entire dantian with gaseous spiritual energy.

The secret techniques in "The Great Zhou Heavenly Water Condensation Technique" did indeed save her a lot of time.

"I hope that the secret technique in the Seven Kill Sword Manual that accelerates the transformation of liquid into solid can also have such a convenient effect."

Han Lu has both talent and abundant resources to support her.

At this moment, Han Lu couldn't help but go a step further, imagining herself advancing to the Pseudo-Core Realm within ten years.

Upon hearing Han Lu's answer, Feng Rubing couldn't help but inquire about Han Lu's cultivation techniques and the general circumstances surrounding Han Lu's advancement.

When she learned that a strange spiritual energy, born from a mental disorder, appeared when Han Lu advanced, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"What's the reason? Is there any progress?" Feng Rubing asked with concern.

Han Lu wanted to speak, but she noticed something strange.

Although Feng Rubing was closer to her than Feng Yang and they had known each other for a longer time, she didn't really want to talk to Feng Rubing about Xiaoyaozi.

Putting the question aside for the moment, Han Lu gave a vague answer, "I've got a clue. It's the kind of mental obstacle that I can easily overcome."

"When I return to the Central Plains, I will immediately resolve the cause and effect, and let my heart completely let go of this matter and relax."

"When the time comes, everything will go smoothly, and similar things will not happen again when I advance to the late Foundation Establishment stage or Core Formation stage."

Han Lu is very confident about this.

Compared to the mental block that others suffer from due to their obsession with powerlessness, hers is really child's play.

Some cultivators may be obsessed with the almost impossible task of defeating an enemy whose cultivation level is far superior to their own.

However, Han Lu's obsession and mental block were only those cultivation resources that were not allocated to the group of people who were with her that day.

If, before Han Lu entered the ancient cultivation secret realm, she might have felt sorry for the others if she had been asked to "return" the cultivation resources that should have been distributed to them.

But now that he has become a "second-generation immortal" and "second-generation official" of the True Spirit Family, let alone "returning the property to its rightful owner," Han Lu wouldn't even blink an eye if he were to repay the debt double.

Hearing Han Lu's answer, Feng Rubing felt much relieved.

She had heard many stories of cultivators going mad due to mental obstacles and being controlled by their inner demons, and she had even seen some of them.

She didn't want her promising "daughter" to end up like this.

With nothing else to do, Feng Rubing took the initiative to become Han Lu's calligraphy teacher, and dragged her to practice calligraphy skills.

Han Lu had originally intended to get closer to Feng Rubing and make their relationship more harmonious. She was also willing to spend some time with her "old mother" and have a loving mother-daughter moment.

Although Feng Rubing cannot be considered a famous teacher, it must be said that Han Lu really has no talent in calligraphy.

For the remaining seven days, Feng Rubing would spend about an hour each day pulling Han Lu to the desk to practice calligraphy.

However, Han Lu's handwriting did not improve much, and it had nothing in common with the series of adjectives she used to praise Feng Rubing.

But Feng Rubing was not discouraged at all; on the contrary, she taught even more diligently.

It can only be said that Feng Rubing has found the feeling of being a mother, and she longs for her daughter to be proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

Han Lu was quite helpless about this and could only retort, "I'm not a genius."

Despite the failure of the calligraphy class, it ultimately brought Han Lu and Feng Rubing closer together.

After spending time together, once Feng Rubing and Feng You finally get married, Han Lu should be able to call out "Mom" without any psychological barriers.