Despite the agony of the transformation process, every transformation would strengthen the body and enhance its perfection. Even the current chief of all living creatures, the humans, would also experience the growth of permanent teeth and puberty before they could be considered adults.
Yao cultivators were no different. The stronger and rarer the animal, the more painful their transformation – this was the law of all life forms in the world. The only life forms in the world capable of escaping this rule were those born beyond the Six Realms and nurtured by Heaven and Earth. Fu Li and the Kunpeng were examples of such life forms.
But life forms born beyond the Six Realms had their own calamities. As long as they failed to pass a single tribulation, their physical body would perish, their Dao would scatter, and they would turn into spiritual qi, acting as fertilizer for the earth.
Therefore, nobody alive had it easy. No one was more noble than anyone else.
Powerful spiritual qi entered Zhuang Qing's body through Fu Li's forehead, helping him over and over again to sort out his fractured meridians and crushed bones. Their spiritual qi intertwined together. Not only did neither side repel the other, they were in such harmony that it seemed as if they were one.
Zhuang Qing's consciousness stood within his sea of consciousness, his entire body soaked in blood as resentment-filled words rang in his ears.
"Lowly human, what qualifications do you have to receive the golden dragon clan's inheritance? Our dragon race doesn't have a mixed breed like you."
"Anyway, the dragon palace hasn't had a place for you since a long time ago. Why not bury yourself in my belly and avoid the pain of fleeing all over the place?"
"I hate the way you have a card up your sleeve for everything, who would be friends with someone like you?"
"If you're so impressive, why didn't you save him? Why wasn't it you who died?"
"Although my dearest has the talent to save the world, Zhen does not want everyone in the world to only know my dearest and not Zhen. From this day onwards, the person Zhuang Qing will not exist in history books."
"You're a heartless man, I really wish you would just go die."
"Why don't you die?"
"Why not die?"
Zhuang Qing opened his eyes, looking at the faces brimming with hatred in his sea of consciousness. "Why do I have to die?"
He wanted to live. He had to live well, no matter how much blood he shed and how much hardship he suffered. Only by living could he see more, and only by meeting more people had he met that somewhat stupid yao.
Living was very good.
Although every generation in the cultivation world couldn't compare to the previous, and the colleagues under him all lacked meticulousness and skill, there was still a yao waiting for him to wake up, waiting to eat together and bicker with him.
"I want to live, I will definitely live."
Long sword in hand, he slashed the faces of hatred with a wave of his sword. Turning, he looked beyond the sea of consciousness. Strand after strand of red spiritual qi circled his sea of consciousness, protecting it and preventing it from dissipating.
He was very familiar with this spiritual qi. It was Fu Li.
The arrival of the red spiritual qi allowed Zhuang Qing to break through the obstructions in his heart with redoubled power, no longer affected by inner demons.
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RomanceNOT my story. NOT my translation. For OFFLINE READING ONLY. - - - - - - - - - - Fu Li was a yaoguai from the countryside who had never seen the world. After entering the city, his biggest dream was to become a civil servant and leave his name in his...
