140: Chapter 140 "The True Technique of Burning Heaven" - Introduction

He sat up abruptly, staring at the empty bridal bed, his mind going blank for a split second.

His gaze swept to his side.

Empty.

The bedding was smooth, the pillow ice-cold; there was no trace of anyone having lain there.

Wei Feisen's pupils slowly contracted.

He had actually been knocked unconscious, struck down with a single blow by a Mortal woman who possessed no Internal Energy whatsoever.

How could this be possible!

Wei Feisen's face turned ashen instantly; he reacted quickly, immediately understanding what had happened.

"No, that's not right. She is not a Mortal. After spending so many days together, I never sensed a shred of Internal Energy on her!" He gritted his teeth, pondered for a moment, and then squeezed the words from the depths of his throat, "Is she... an Immortal Cultivator?"

Once this thought emerged, the anger in Wei Feisen's eyes instantly transformed into extreme sorrow and madness. He gripped the bedsheet tightly, his nails piercing his palms until blood seeped out.

"Why..." he murmured, his voice trembling, "Why must you all leave me? Just because I am a Mortal? Just because I have no Spiritual Root?"

Jiang Nanqiao was like this, and you are like this too.

He turned his head abruptly and saw the letter by the pillow.

With trembling hands, he unfolded the letter. As his eyes scanned the handwriting on the paper, the madness in his eyes gradually froze.

"Bearing burdens... afraid of implicating me... truly loves me..."

Wei Feisen stared fixedly at these words, his eyes reddening. The madness in his heart dissipated for the most part, replaced by unspeakable ecstasy and deep worry.

She loved him. She wasn't leaving him to Cultivate, but to protect him.

But immediately after, worry surged into his heart. She was going to face enemies; what if she died? What if, like Jiang Nanqiao, she saw the splendor of the Cultivation World and never returned?

Wei Feisen clenched his fists and carefully tucked the letter away, keeping it close to his body.

"Cultivate..." he spat out the two words through gritted teeth, his gaze turning cold once more, "I, Wei Feisen, will never accept this fate."

Outside the simulation.

After watching Wei Feisen's reaction, Lin Shuangwan's beautiful peach-blossom eyes lifted slightly.

"...This man is hopeless."

She shook her head, casting Wei Feisen to the back of her mind.

The green tea letter worked perfectly. At least in the short term, he wouldn't make any moves; instead, he would obediently take care of Mother Lin for her.

Once she entered the Cultivation World, the affairs of the Mortal world would have nothing to do with her anymore. After all, in the simulation, she could only prioritize her strength and couldn't attend to every single detail.

As for what would happen to Wei Feisen later.

What did that have to do with her? He was just a Mortal without even a Spiritual Root; could he really find his way to the Cultivation World?

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Daliang Mountain.

Early the next morning, you opened your eyes and stopped the circulation of the Burning Heaven True Art.

You sighed, having clearly underestimated the difficulty of Cultivating this incomplete Cultivation Technique.

As a remnant of some unknown Cultivation Technique, the Burning Heaven True Art had an extremely complex circulation path. According to the records, once this Cultivation Technique was mastered, the absorbed Spiritual Qi would transform into Fire-attribute Spiritual energy of extreme heat.

This kind of Spiritual energy was not only far purer than that of ordinary Cultivation Techniques, but when casting Fire-attribute Spells, it also granted a 30% increase in power and possessed the overbearing property of scorching the enemy's Meridians.

But high returns meant a high barrier to entry. Over the past few days, although you could sense the Spiritual Qi, you had been unable to successfully guide it into your first aperture.

On the third day, you adjusted your breathing frequency, attempting to use your Yuan energy as a guide to draw in the external Spiritual Qi.

There was a faint, elusive sensation, as if your fingertips had touched something, but it vanished in an instant.

On the fourth day, there was still no Breakthrough.

You opened your eyes and looked at the babbling brook in front of you, feeling no anxiety.

You couldn't rush it.

You were very clear that the Burning Heaven True Art was a high-level Fire-attribute Cultivation Technique. Tao Wuji had relied on it to reach Foundation Establishment back in the day. It was a Cultivation Technique used even by Cultivators who had reached Foundation Establishment with a fourth-grade source fruit; it was of a very high level, and correspondingly, the barrier to entry was extremely high.

Moreover, it was incomplete.

Therefore, it was impossible to achieve success overnight.

But you didn't plan to waste your time stuck here either.

"Let's go, Xiao Wang." You jumped down from the rock and patted its head, "We can practice while we walk."

Xiao Wang shook its head and trotted happily behind you.

You glanced at it.

Then you glanced at it again.

Its shoulder height reached your chest, and its body length, including its tail, was nearly three meters. It was pure white, with thick and powerful limbs—the standard build of an adult tiger.

You looked at its broad back, leaped up, and landed steadily on the tiger's back.

"Giddy up!" You patted its neck.

Xiao Wang obediently started walking, weaving through the mountain forest.

However, after walking for only one afternoon, you helplessly gave up on this idea.

Although Xiao Wang's current size was massive, in essence, it was still just an ordinary Mortal beast. Its endurance and speed simply could not compare to your footwork as an Earthly Immortal.

At its slow, dawdling pace, let alone crossing the Ten Thousand Mountains, it would probably take seven or eight years just to reach the border of the Dayue Kingdom.

You jumped off the tiger's back and looked at Xiao Wang, who was panting with its tongue out and looking silly, feeling quite a headache.

As things stood, you only had one option left.

You took a deep breath and secretly grumbled to yourself: In my previous life, I carried a Puppet made of hundreds of pounds of scrap iron; in this life, I actually have to carry a tiger.

You walked up to Xiao Wang, grabbed its two front legs with both hands, exerted a sudden burst of strength, and directly hoisted the giant tiger, which weighed several hundred pounds, onto your back.

Xiao Wang let out a frightened whimper, its four legs kicking wildly in the air, but under the restraint of your True Qi, it could only lie obediently on your shoulders.

You channeled your movement technique, tapped your toes, and your entire body turned into a blur, sprinting wildly toward the northwest.

And so, from that day on, on the official roads, mountain paths, and in the wilderness, passing travelers would occasionally see a bizarre sight.

A young woman wearing a veil, with a slender figure, carrying a white tiger larger than herself on her back, moving with astonishing speed, appearing almost as a mere blur.

"What the hell!" A traveling merchant rubbed his eyes, staring at the shadow disappearing into the distance.

"Was that a woman? Carrying a white tiger?" The assistant next to him was also stunned.

"You must have seen wrong; no one can carry a tiger..."

"I saw it with my own eyes! It vanished in the blink of an eye!"

This story later spread across several counties, claiming that a female mountain deity had appeared near Daliang Mountain, patrolling the mountains while riding a white tiger. It was described so vividly that teahouses could recount eight different versions of the tale.

And just like that, you inverted the natural order and became Xiao Wang's mount.

You traveled, stopping and going along the way. Every time your Yuan energy was exhausted, you would stop to rest, meditating and circulating the Burning Heaven True Art.

If it didn't work once, you tried twice; if it didn't work ten times, you kept going.

You were not in a rush.

The thirty years of the previous simulation had taught you one thing: on the path of Cultivation, there are no shortcuts, only persistent grinding.

Half a year later.

At the border of the Dayue Kingdom, in a forest.