Chapter Thirty-Nine: Convergence and Engraving

Invisible and intangible spiritual energy contracted within the Mud Pellet Palace, its gates tightly closed. Chen Yu drew out a wisp of it. Compared to qi, spiritual energy, which could be controlled through divine summoning techniques, was undoubtedly more suitable for experimentation. However, it could not be tested within the brain domain; he feared complications.

Closing his eyes, after a long moment, a silver-gray wisp seeped out. As it reached the outside world, a fierce wind suddenly blew, chilling to the bone, sending indescribable sharp pain through his spirit.

A hissing sound seemed to arise. Chen Yu frowned; from his perspective, this fragment of spiritual energy began dissipating rapidly, nearly vanishing into the wind.

Everything unfolded as expected. To spiritual energy, the outside world and the interior of the body were entirely different realms. Spiritual energy that lingered persistently inside the body, once exposed to the outside, was like a fragile candle flame buffeted by the fierce winds above the heavens, flickering on the verge of extinction.

Standing exposed, it could only endure for a short time before collapsing.

Yet he did not stop. He kept drawing more spiritual energy from within the Mud Pellet Palace, injecting it into the wisp, struggling to maintain it.

A half-foot-sized, invisible silver orb swelled on his shoulder. The outer layer of spiritual energy rapidly evaporated, fluctuating and rising like mist.

After careful observation, Chen Yu sighed. The "refinement" in the outside world had failed to strengthen the spiritual energy. Though the duration of its presence had gradually increased due to his continuous input, the energy itself remained fragile, easily scattered by a single gust.

In this way, it became a sheer waste of spiritual energy—nothing but futile effort.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed his mind, casting aside all distractions. His state of mind settled quickly, and before long, he recovered.

Since the potency of the Lanting Divine Fruit had greatly diminished, no method remained to truly refine spiritual energy. This failure was within his expectations.

“Continue.”

It had been a mere trial all along; whether he gained anything or not was of little consequence.

Moreover, at least it verified that spiritual energy could not become stronger through repeated setbacks.

Then, the silver orb on his shoulder stirred, surging with wave after wave of even more magnificent spiritual energy, swelling within.

Several streams converged, slowly spinning into a vortex.

At one moment, the orb expanded to its limit, trembling as if about to boil over. Chen Yu’s expression changed sharply; in an instant, he shifted his steps and swiftly moved aside.

Boom!

Behind him, a silent explosion burst forth. Silver energy waves surged across the clearing, dazzling dappled light soaring skyward, smoke and mist gathering thickly.

...

After a moment, Chen Yu returned to his original spot, sensing the surroundings to confirm that the spiritual energy had completely dissipated.

Recalling that scene, even he couldn’t help but shudder. If this had been unleashed on an ordinary martial artist, it would likely have caused their eyes to roll back and foam at the mouth.

The spiritual energy, compressed to its limit, exploded with considerable force. However, it was unsuitable as a technique; the condensation process was too time-consuming and required intense focus. Otherwise, he might have blown himself up before releasing it.

Squatting down, Chen Yu gathered the energy again. Yet it exploded once more. Fortunately, he had used only a small amount of spiritual energy and dodged quickly, so he was unharmed.

...

At dusk, dragging his exhausted spirit, he returned to his observatory.

He fetched a wooden basin and poured all the fish and crabs from the basket into it. Water splashed and rippled like precious rain after a drought, greedily soaking up moisture.

Since returning from Luoxia Rock, Chen Yu’s head felt dizzy, faint bloodstains seeping through his clothes.

He glanced down, lifting his shirt to reveal several blood marks. Shaking his head, he went inside to change into fresh clothes.

On the mountaintop, he had not only attempted to condense spiritual energy outside the body into a vortex for compression but had also tried other ideas.

First, spiritual energy was indeed easier to handle inside the body than outside.

Lowering his mind, he saw, through a haze, a small vortex outside the Mud Pellet Palace slowly rotating, pulling in the surrounding drifting spiritual energy.

He dared not spin it too fast; too fast and it would burst.

The surrounding energy gathered within, then was squeezed out along slender trails extending up and down, only to be drawn back into the vortex as it quietly dispersed.

This cycle repeated, nurturing and strengthening the energy.

For now, this spiritual vortex could not be deemed a success, as its effect was minimal. Two hundred and sixty rotations barely equaled the power of a single Lanting Divine Fruit.

Still, the spiritual energy was much stronger than before. Though the Divine Fruit was ineffective, this tentative method, though as slow as a turtle, was sustainable and did not require external resources. It could be considered a barely achieved goal.

As for the cost...

Chen Yu glanced at the empty Mud Pellet Palace, a faint sharp pain prickling his brow.

Dozens of trials had not only exhausted his spiritual energy but also shaken his consciousness. At one point, he had been half a step too slow and nearly blown apart by his own spiritual force.

Now, the vortex floated silently, refining only the sparse spiritual energy drifting on the periphery. This was why he had not simply placed one inside the palace—it could not spin without anything to drive it.

“Not bad.”

This attempt had led him to a sustainable path for refining spiritual energy. His efforts were not in vain.

As for the bloodstains, those were born from another line of thought.

...

“Eat some peach blossoms, replenish your blood.”

Chen Yu stood beneath the peach tree, plucking a few pale pink petals and placing them in his mouth.

A familiar bitterness spread, warmth flowing through him. He could feel the holes blown open by the qi vortex within his body healing.

Though called holes, they were merely wounds left after the dissolution of some engorged bruised flesh, located near his abdomen, now visibly closing.

“Huh, the membrane is still there.”

A thin flesh membrane clung to the wounded area, causing no adverse effect. He had expected it to vanish as the tissue healed but, surprisingly, it remained.

...

Unfortunately, the condensation of the qi vortex had failed.

After the success with the spiritual vortex, he turned his attention to the qi. But the results were disappointing. The qi vortex suddenly fractured violently. Though not as fierce as spiritual energy, it still scattered and splattered onto the flesh, some seeping into acupuncture points, causing complications.

Fortunately, he had prior experience and a contingency plan, responding in time. Aside from some internal injuries and blood oozing through the skin, no major disaster occurred.

After dinner, Chen Yu sat in a chair in the courtyard.

The fish and crabs were placed separately in water jars by the door; some had stopped breathing and were cooked together into a fresh broth. He had just finished tidying the dishes.

The pure wild crucian carp tasted excellent, especially the milky broth. Even without many spices, it was a delicious delicacy.

While savoring the taste, he flipped through a book, scanning the pages: condensation of qi, vortex formation, meridian building... all had been tried, except for the spiritual energy vortex, everything else had failed.

He pondered—legend said the Daoist classics of the sages contained the ultimate truths of the heavens, full of myths. Might inscribing them bring about some miraculous effect?

Calming his mind, he returned once more to the Mud Pellet Palace.

After several hours, supported by spirit liquid, his spiritual energy recovered by about twenty percent. He guided the energy to inscribe the Daoist classics within his mental realm.

“The Dao that can be told is not the eternal Dao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name...”

First came the renowned five-thousand-word text of Laozi, a scripture famed in his previous life. He silently copied it, engraving it within his spiritual domain.

The spiritual energy emitted a silver-gray glow, stable and unbroken.

But soon he stopped, recalling he did not remember it fully. Even the familiar first chapter was fragmented; in the end, he only wrote about a third, scattered and incomplete.

“...The valley spirit never dies; it is called the mysterious female...”

The opening line wavered, yet no divine phenomena emerged—no sudden radiant light, nor did the Dao Ancestor manifest.

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