Xiuxian: Start with the medicine boy

So...
This is not an out-of-control disaster.

It was more like an "internal process" controlled within specific boundaries.

"It may be tragic, but there is absolutely no way we can let it escalate into a catastrophe that affects the entire city."

otherwise!

Where does this leave the reputation of the monks' association?

Where is the order in this city?

Hearing this,

The man in the black robe listened blankly, his anxious expression receding like the tide, replaced by a look of sudden realization and belated embarrassment.

He slowly sat back in his chair, let out a long sigh, and said with a wry smile:

"Yes, yes... I was really too anxious to think straight."

They were so focused on the blinding light that they forgot to consider what kind of city this was.

With the Cultivator Association in place, the sky... certainly won't fall down.

talking.

He looked out the window again, his gaze no longer filled with panic, but rather with a hint of complexity.

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Within the Immortal City of Chongyi, countless cultivators looked up in astonishment.
His mind was firmly gripped by the dazzling light above the Cultivator Association headquarters, a light powerful enough to incinerate the soul.
As my mind was filled with all sorts of horrifying speculations—

A sudden change occurred!

At the center of that enormous sphere of light, slowly expanding and brimming with destructive heat and light...
Suddenly, without warning, a barely perceptible crack appeared!

A faint, dim, golden dot of light, no bigger than a grain of rice.

Like a moth struggling to emerge from its cocoon,
It shot out from it at a speed almost like burning the very source of life!

Its speed was beyond imagination!

As if ignoring the distance in space, it had just left the range of the light sphere and was already hundreds of feet away in the next moment.

Only a few highly perceptive high-level cultivators in the city were able to barely make out the true form of that point of light at this moment.

That was not some magical artifact or spiritual light.
Instead, it was a tiny figure only three inches tall, its entire body as if carved from glass and jade, with a lifelike face. Although it appeared pale and listless, one could still discern its original refined and elegant features!

Nascent Soul!

Moreover, it is the natal nascent soul formed by a Nascent Soul True Monarch through the condensation of his life's cultivation and the essence of his soul!

now!

Its little face was filled with the terror of surviving a disaster and the resolute determination of a desperate gamble.

In those tiny, narrowed eyes, the light was dim yet shone with madness.

What's even more chilling is the way it escaped!

This three-inch nascent soul seemed to possess some kind of supernatural power involving the laws of space. It did not fly in a straight line, but left a series of blurry afterimages in the air.

With each slight flicker, its figure would mysteriously disappear from its original spot, only to suddenly reappear in another part of the void a thousand feet away!
This near-instantaneous teleportation ability...

It is one of the most feared life-saving trump cards of Nascent Soul cultivators!

Ordinary formations, restrictions, and even the divine sense lock of cultivators of the same level are extremely difficult to block.

Following this trend...
Without external intervention, this Nascent Soul would only need to flash a few more times to completely break through the array's blockade range at the Cultivator Association headquarters.
They might even escape directly to outside Chongyi Immortal City.

At that time, it will be like a fish returning to the sea, never to be found again.

As the nascent soul flickered once more and reappeared in the outermost part of the void,
Faint spatial fluctuations began to emanate from the tiny body of that Nascent Soul!
Obviously.

This is a sign of the next teleportation.

at this time!

A cold, majestic snort, seemingly emanating from the depths of the netherworld, suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth!
"Humph!"

The voice wasn't particularly loud, but it carried a chilling quality that pierced the soul and an undeniable sense of control.
It instantly drowned out all the noise and commotion in the city.

Accompanied by a cold snort...

An invisible, terrifying pressure, like a sleeping ancient beast awakening, descended with a deafening roar!

at the same time.

The void above the Cultivator Association suddenly twisted and trembled!
It wasn't an earthquake-like shaking, but rather the space itself seemed to have turned into a viscous gel, being stirred by an invisible hand.

The spatial fluctuations emanating from the Nascent Soul being charged up for teleportation, like ripples on water after a stone has been thrown in, suddenly froze.
It then became chaotic and disorderly.

Its flickering figure was forcibly "squeezed" out from the edge of its impending disappearance into the void.

For the first time, a look of utter horror appeared on her little face.

"You think you can play these tricks of feigning death and escaping like a cicada shedding its shell right under my nose?"

That cold voice rang out again, devoid of any emotion, containing only absolute indifference and judgment.

"wishful thinking."

The moment the words fell—

"Boom!!!"

A strange, deep tremor, which resonated throughout all the buildings of the immortal city, came from the highest heavens.

Above the Cultivator Association, the sky, which had been shrouded in chaos by the light of the self-destructing orb, suddenly began to ripple like water.

Next!

A colossal net, its size beyond description, slowly emerged from nothingness!
The net was initially transparent, like an invisible force field enveloping the heavens and the earth, but as its outline became clearer, it became apparent that it was woven from countless extremely fine silver threads.

Mysterious and unfathomable silver runes flowed from every single thread.
The runes moved and flickered like living things, emanating a terrifying aura that suppressed the void and sealed off all laws.

The giant net was so vast that it seemed to cover the entire Chongyi Immortal City, blotting out the sky and casting a suffocating shadow.

"What...what kind of magical artifact is that?!"

"A net stretching to the heavens! This is a true net stretching to the heavens!"

"It's the powerful cultivator who's stationed in the Immortal City who's made a move!"

Exclamations erupted throughout the city.
Countless cultivators felt their own magical power becoming obscure and difficult to circulate, as if suppressed by the invisible energy of the giant net.

next moment,
The billions of silver runes moving across the giant web simultaneously shone brightly!

An indescribable brilliance erupted from the center of that colossal net that blotted out the sky!
That was not blazing light, but a manifestation of a sealing power that was pure to the extreme.

Wherever the light reached, space froze completely, time seemed to slow down, and all energy flow was forcibly suppressed and restrained.

The light was so intense...

It even instantly overshadowed the light sphere generated by the Nascent Soul's self-destruction!

In an instant.

Throughout the entire Chongyi Immortal City, regardless of whether they were cultivators or mortals, regardless of their cultivation level, all living beings gazing at the sky saw only a pure, domineering, and irresistible expanse of "white" before their eyes!
The Foundation Establishment cultivator's proud spiritual eye ability instantly failed in the face of this white light, causing his eyes to sting and tear up.

Even a Golden Core cultivator, whose divine senses and divine eyes could perceive the subtlest things, felt as if they were staring directly at the blazing sun; their soul trembled, and they could hardly bear to look directly at it.

I could only instinctively close my eyes or look away, feeling extremely horrified.

The light seemed to last for an extremely long time.

It seemed to last only a fleeting moment.

When the dazzling white light, powerful enough to scorch the soul, finally receded like a tide, the cultivators, enduring their discomfort, forced themselves to look up at the sky once more—

The enormous, despair-inducing net that had covered the entire city had vanished without a trace.

What replaced the original giant network center was...

A small, delicate silver net, no bigger than the palm of your hand and shimmering with a warm, silvery light, floats silently in the air.

The silk mesh is fine and delicate, with countless miniature silver runes flowing slowly like stars, exuding a mysterious and unpredictable aura.

At the very center of this small net, the three-inch-long Nascent Soul was tightly bound and imprisoned!
At this moment, the nascent soul no longer possessed any of the agility and madness it displayed when escaping.
Its small body was tightly bound by silver threads, and the flowing runes constantly eroded its already faint original spiritual light.

Its little face was drained of color, filled with despair, resentment, and deep fear.
Even the glass-like body developed tiny cracks.

The silver treasure net paused slightly in mid-air.
It then transformed into a soft silver streak, like a meteor falling to earth, and headed straight for the partially damaged but still standing cultivators' association below.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into it.

The suffocating, terrifying pressure in the world dissipated quietly, as if it had never existed.

Immediately, the entire immortal city exploded as if it had been plunged into boiling oil and cold water!

A wave of sound, more turbulent and intense than when the beam of light erupted before, mixed with more shock, fear, excitement and speculation, swept through every corner.

The gossip was everywhere—on street corners, in teahouses, in shops, in caves…

Streetside!

Several familiar Foundation Establishment cultivators gathered under one roof, their faces still pale with shock.

A middle-aged cultivator rubbed his still-blurry eyes hard, his voice trembling with disbelief, and growled at his companion beside him:

"Just now... just now, did you see it clearly?"

"Then...that little person caught in the net...is it...?"

A companion beside him, with a sallow complexion and a solemn expression, swallowed hard, nodded vigorously, and said in a dry voice:

"Yes! I see...I see it!"

Although it was just a glimpse, that appearance, that spiritual pressure... it was definitely a legendary Nascent Soul cultivator!

Only by condensing the Golden Core and breaking through it to form the Nascent Soul can a cultivator achieve the Nascent Soul stage!

"The rumors circulating in the streets were indeed true!"

Another tall, thin companion chimed in, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of awe and excitement.
“Even if a Nascent Soul cultivator’s physical body is destroyed, as long as the Nascent Soul can escape, it is not considered a true death!”

It is said that Nascent Soul cultivators are born with the great supernatural power of teleportation, capable of moving a thousand feet in an instant, and ordinary restrictions are difficult to stop them!

Even more terrifying is the possibility of finding a suitable body or rare and precious materials.

There's even a chance... to live a second life!

"A second chance at life?"

Upon hearing this, a younger-looking cultivator nearby was initially puzzled, then seemed to recall some taboo.
His expression changed abruptly, and his voice unconsciously lowered considerably. He glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention to them before cautiously leaning closer and saying:

"Then... wouldn't that have the same effect as the 'body-snatching technique' that the Cultivator Association explicitly forbids and considers an evil path?"

"They may seem similar, but they are actually worlds apart!"

The middle-aged cultivator, being more knowledgeable, shook his head upon hearing this and explained with a serious expression,
"The art of possession is to forcibly erase another person's soul and take over their body."

The soul and the physical body are difficult to perfectly match, like grafted trees, there will always be the risk of rejection.

Not only will future cultivation be fraught with obstacles and prone to demonic possession, but it will also be extremely difficult to break through the cultivation bottleneck before the possession, effectively severing one's path to enlightenment.

He paused, a complex expression of longing and感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of mixed emotions) appearing in his eyes:

"But it is different if one is reborn with the Nascent Soul."

The Nascent Soul is the crystallization of a cultivator's own essence, energy, spirit, and understanding of the Great Dao; it is the manifestation of the 'true self'.

Based on this, the physical body is reshaped or integrated into a suitable vessel, like a seed sprouting. The newborn body and the origin of the soul are perfectly integrated without any hidden dangers.

In addition, he possesses complete memories, cultivation experience, and insights from his previous life...

"Then, their cultivation progresses by leaps and bounds!"

He lowered his voice, his tone almost legendary:

"Ancient texts record that, with sufficient resources, one can reach the peak of Qi Refining in three days."
It will take half a month to break through the Foundation Establishment barrier.

"Three years... and there's hope of condensing the Golden Core again!"

"what?!"

"Peak of Qi Refining in three days? Foundation Establishment in half a month? Golden Core in three years?!"

"This...how is this possible?

That's utterly absurd!

"Hiss... If that's true, wouldn't Nascent Soul cultivators be practically immortal? That's terrifying!"

Several companions were stunned, gasping repeatedly, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

"Haha!" The middle-aged cultivator couldn't help but chuckle wryly at their reaction.
"I only read about it from a certain incomplete ancient book, and there may be exaggerations in it."

Whether it is possible to achieve such speed, and what stringent conditions are required, is beyond the knowledge of us Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Perhaps only those true Nascent Soul stage experts can understand the mysteries within.

Just as these people were whispering in amazement...

Not far away, on the second floor of a shop with a plaque that reads "Baizhen Pavilion" and specializes in various rare materials,

Inside one of the elegantly decorated private rooms, equipped with soundproof barriers, came several low gasps of shock that were barely suppressed.

Inside the private room, two Golden Core cultivators sat facing each other, their spiritual tea long since cold, but no one paid them any attention.

One of the cultivators, surnamed Lü, dressed in a blue robe and with a face as red as a jujube, was staring intently at the sky outside the window, which had long since returned to calm.
It's as if you can still see the trajectory of that small silver net as it falls.

His throat bobbed, and he uttered a few words with difficulty:

“Fellow Daoist Kou Qian…did you notice that?”
That Nascent Soul cultivator just now… its features… didn’t they resemble Senior Luo?”

Opposite him was the Golden Core cultivator known as Kou Qian.

He appeared to be only in his thirties and quite handsome, but the fine crow's feet at the corners of his eyes and his eyes, which were filled with the vicissitudes of time, indicated that he was a Golden Core cultivator who had lived for at least several hundred years.

Upon hearing this, he remained silent for a moment, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the smooth sandalwood table surface.

Finally, he slowly nodded, his expression more solemn than ever before.
“Fellow Daoist Lü Xun… your feelings are accurate.”

Although that Nascent Soul was much younger and more handsome than Senior Luo was now, resembling a teenager, a closer look at its eyebrows, eyes, and the curve of its nose revealed…

They are at least seven or eight parts similar.

He took a deep breath,

"Several years ago, I had the honor of seeing Senior Luo Changkong from afar at a celebration in the Immortal City."

That air of authority remains vivid in my memory.

"Senior Luo?"

But that... Deputy Minister Luo of the Patrol Department of the Chongyi Immortal City Cultivator Association branch?

Lu Xun Zhenren's voice was even lower, filled with disbelief and confirmation.

"In the entire Chongyi Immortal City Cultivator Association branch, there are a few Nascent Soul Realm seniors, but the Deputy Minister of the Inspection Department surnamed Luo happens to have this kind of appearance and temperament..."

Master Kou Qian gave a bitter smile.
"Who else could it be but Senior Luo Changkong?"

"..." (End of this chapter)