Master, don't tease me, you can't handle three of them.

"Merged together?!" Zheng Hongliang's eyes were filled with shock.

“That’s right. Since the purity of multiple spiritual roots is insufficient and uneven, let’s fuse them together to refine the purity of each spiritual root to a uniform level. Moreover, after fusion, you won’t need to absorb spiritual energy separately when cultivating, which will greatly increase your cultivation speed.” The Nascent Soul explained as clearly as possible. This was the best solution he had come up with after examining Zheng Hongliang’s body.

Actually, repairing his spiritual root would be easier for him, but even after the repair, Zheng Hongliang's cultivation speed would still be very slow. He was already twenty-five years old, and with his mixed spiritual root physique, even if Jing Shu used pills and spiritual plants to force him to succeed, Zheng Hongliang would not amount to much in this life.

It is better to destroy and then build, for adversity will turn into prosperity.

“Okay.” Zheng Hongliang understood what the Nascent Soul meant. If it succeeded, his cultivation path would be smooth sailing.

Neither of them knew how absurd the idea of ​​creating a new spiritual root was in the entire cultivation world; it had never happened before in history. Yet, one of them dared to think it, and the other dared to do it.

"Extracting a spiritual root is very painful. Do you need to prepare?" the Nascent Soul reminded him.

Zheng Hongliang let out a soft breath, "No need, come on."

Without further ado, the nascent soul reached out again to probe Zheng Hongliang's dantian, but this time, it went straight in.

An indescribable, excruciating pain spread from his lower abdomen.

Even though Zheng Hongliang was prepared, he still screamed in pain.

It hurt, it really hurt. Zheng Hongliang could feel the Nascent Soul's hand searching everywhere in his dantian, finally finding a spiritual root, and then forcefully tearing it off his dantian, as if a piece of flesh had been ripped out of his stomach.

Zheng Hongliang's body was trembling unconsciously, but he did not retreat in the slightest.

This is different from when Jing Shu had his spiritual root removed before. Although Jing Shu also removed his spiritual root from his dantian and merged it into his nascent soul, the spiritual root did not actually leave his body. Even so, Jing Shu still fainted from the pain.

Zheng Hongliang's spiritual root had already been pulled out by the Nascent Soul.

The Nascent Soul held the fire spirit root that had just been taken out and helped Zheng Hongliang sit down against the boulder.

"Do you need to slow down?" the Nascent Soul asked softly, holding the Qi-replenishing pill.

You cannot take any pills while extracting a spiritual root. If you take any pills after extraction, you must wait until the effects of the pills have completely worn off before you can extract the second one.

Zheng Hongliang was panting heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat. "No, no need, continue."

He feared that if he couldn't pull them all out at once, he wouldn't have the courage to continue after resting.

The Nascent Soul also learned of Zheng Hongliang's thoughts, so it no longer softened its heart. It grabbed a piece of cloth and stuffed it into Zheng Hongliang's mouth to prevent him from biting it, and then continued to search for the next spiritual root.

The spiritual root seemed to know its impending fate and hid even more tightly. Despite being only a small dantian, it was exceptionally difficult for the nascent soul to find it.

The sun in the Secret Realm was gradually setting in the west, and Zheng Hongliang's consciousness was gradually fading, his breath was getting weaker and weaker, and he was in so much pain that he had no strength left.

"Do you know why I saved you?" the nascent soul suddenly spoke, slightly awakening Zheng Hongliang's consciousness.

“Because you are very similar to my past self.” Yuan Ying looked at Zheng Hongliang and continued softly, “I don’t consider myself a kind person, neither of my past selves. It’s just that when you were at odds with everyone, your situation was too similar to my past. Even if Xiao Jingshu has no memory, his heart will still be touched.”

“I was like you before. My parents didn’t love me, many people wanted me dead, no one helped me, and no one saved me. I got up from the ground bit by bit. Even without any dignity, I had to live.”

The nascent soul's thoughts gradually drifted back to the past, but the movements of his hands did not slow down.

“I’m a little better than you. I have great talent and I cultivate very quickly. Even if I lose the cultivation I’ve worked so hard to achieve, I’ve never thought about dying.”

Zheng Hongliang listened silently. From the few words the Nascent Soul spoke, Zheng Hongliang glimpsed a past Jing Shu. Actually, he was a bit luckier; at least no one dared to bring those things out into the open.

"When I see you, it's as if I'm seeing my former self again."

The Nascent Soul cultivator chuckled twice at this point, "You think you faced death calmly back then? Bullshit! I saw the resentment in your eyes even more clearly than you did!"

"I own very few things, so I have a particularly strong possessive desire for everything that belongs to me."

The Nascent Soul found its last spiritual root—the Gold Spiritual Root. It was also the purest and most deeply rooted spiritual root in Zheng Hongliang's body.

“Since you have sworn to acknowledge me as your master, I don’t care whether you’re making a desperate gamble or have other plans, you are mine now.”

As the words fell, the last spiritual root was also pulled out.

Ten spiritual roots lay quietly in the Nascent Soul's hand, while the Nascent Soul used its other hand to stuff the high-grade Qi-replenishing pills and various spiritual plants that it had prepared beforehand into Zheng Hongliang's mouth.

“If you call me brother, I will naturally treat you as my own brother. With me here, I won’t let you die.”

The nascent soul activated its spiritual power, rapidly catalyzing the pills and spiritual plants Zheng Hongliang had ingested, repairing his already riddled dantian.

Zheng Hongliang's eyes suddenly stung a little. He never expected that he would feel the family affection he had never experienced in his twenty-five years.

elder brother.

Zheng Hongliang silently repeated the word in his heart: From now on, I will no longer be called Zheng Hongliang, I am...

Zheng Hongliang's dantian gradually recovered, and he slowly lost consciousness.

The nascent soul withdrew its spiritual power, removed the cloth from Zheng Hongliang's mouth, and looked at Zheng Hongliang's pale face with relief in its eyes.

Get some rest, leave the rest to me.

As the Nascent Soul looked at the spiritual root in its hand, a black, viscous substance suddenly appeared, enveloping all the spiritual root. After the black substance emerged, the Nascent Soul's form seemed to fade slightly.

Jing Shu, on the other side, seemed to sense something and quickly transferred the spiritual energy from the ancient jade into the nascent soul through the link between the two of them. Only then did the nascent soul's complexion slowly improve.

From the moment Yuan Ying removed Zheng Hongliang's spiritual root, he re-established empathy with Jing Shu and naturally sensed Jing Shu's worries.

The Nascent Soul chuckled, "Don't worry, I can catch up on my cultivation. You can relax and focus on your own things. If you fail, we're all doomed!"

After speaking, the Nascent Soul severed the empathy again, leaving Jing Shu speechless for a long time.

Originally, it was Xiao Jingshu who got involved in the mess, and he was supposed to clean up the mess. But unexpectedly, the Nascent Soul saw through their unspoken thoughts with a single sentence, and even sacrificed a portion of its own divine consciousness to help Zheng Hongliang perfectly fuse with his spiritual root.

Although Yuan Ying verbally sided with him, his actions were remarkably straightforward—he also acknowledged Zheng Hongliang.

Not only that, but fearing he might worry, he specifically reconnected with his empathy, allowing him to feel everything happening there. Seeing Zheng Hongliang couldn't hold on any longer, he even reopened his own wounds. Truly, even in death, a person remains stubborn.

The nascent soul's personality originates from himself; was his temperament still like this originally?

Jing Shu quietly complained about himself, then completely relaxed and focused on himself.

They are all working hard, and I can't let them down.