Chapter 329: Chapter 193: Kunpeng True Blood

Yang Jing held Yellow Foot in his arms, while his other disciples formed a circle around the child.

Yellow Foot was fair and chubby, like a doll from a New Year’s painting. Sparse hair grew on his head, his arms were creased with rolls of fat, his belly was round, and his two chubby legs kicked restlessly.

His bright, dark eyes studied his master and senior martial siblings. His features bore a slight resemblance to Yang Jing’s, though they were much rounder.

Yang Jing was already used to this. When Demons underwent Transformation, they instinctively modeled themselves after the humans they were closest to. Several of his disciples already bore some resemblance to him, so it was only natural that Yellow Foot would as well.

"Master, I’m hungry."

Yang Jing hadn’t expected Yellow Foot’s first words to be about hunger. He could only take out a Nine Revolutions Red Blood Pill and press it into the boy’s hand.

Yellow Foot’s tiny hand grasped the Nine Revolutions Red Blood Pill, and he tossed it into his mouth and swallowed it whole. He didn’t expect his human throat to be so much smaller, and he immediately choked on it.

His eyes bulged in disbelief.

Fortunately, being a Spirit Pill, the Nine Revolutions Red Blood Pill melted the moment it entered his mouth, turning into a warm current that flowed into his stomach a moment later.

"Master, Junior Brother’s feet are so tiny!"

Chi Yu curiously grabbed one of her junior brother’s tiny feet and started tickling it.

Yellow Foot immediately burst into giggles.

"Alright, don’t tease your junior brother."

Yang Jing stopped her, took out the clothes he had already prepared, and dressed Yellow Foot.

Although Yellow Foot looked like an infant, his vitality was so abundant it surpassed even some Demons at Qi Cultivation Perfection. Of course, unlike a real one-year-old, he wasn’t unable to walk.

He stumbled at first, still unfamiliar with his new body, but after a few more steps, he was already walking with surprising speed.

"Senior Brother... Senior Brother!"

Held in Iron Head’s arms, he babbled his first words in a high, childlike voice.

Yang Jing took a Jade Bottle from his robes and handed it to Yinjiao.

"Inside this bottle is a Foundation Establishment Pill. Although you shouldn’t have any obstacles during your Foundation Establishment, you should still take this pill, just in case."

With Yinjiao’s aptitude, he shouldn’t face any bottlenecks during his Foundation Establishment, but his foundation was simply too profound.

Yang Jing was worried there might be complications.

Yinjiao respectfully accepted the Foundation Establishment Pill, bowed resolutely to his master, Yang Jing, and walked into the Quiet Chamber.

The difficulties of Foundation Establishment and Transformation were worlds apart.

Yang Jing led all his disciples out of the courtyard to avoid disturbing Yinjiao. Outside, there was a separate cottage meant for Spirit Plant Cultivators. Though much simpler, it was a vast improvement over their Cave Mansion in San Yuanli.

He didn’t mind the humble lodgings in the slightest and settled in with his disciples.

Yellow Foot possessed extraordinary intelligence. Before long, under Iron Head’s guidance, he had mastered a large vocabulary.

He could at least communicate normally now.

The only problem was that his human throat was too small to swallow food in a single gulp, which constantly tempted Yellow Foot to revert to his Demon Body.

「Three days later.」

Iron Head, like a mother duck, had Chi Yu and Yellow Foot trailing behind him. While he cast the Spiritual Rain Spell to water the Spirit Medicines, he also taught Yellow Foot the basics of cultivation.

Meanwhile, Yang Jing sat cross-legged on the cottage roof. He took out the Golden Crow Pure Yang Mirror, breathed in Celestial Yang Qi, and refined True Gang. The Celestial Waterfall Sword rose high into the sky, drawing in Star Power to refine his Magical Power.

This Medicinal Garden, filled with Spirit Medicines, was rich in Jia Wood Qi. This qi combined with Sun Essence Qi to condense into Celestial Yang Qi of exceptionally high quality, making it the perfect place to cultivate the True Yang Body.

Yang Jing, who was in the middle of refining the Celestial Yang Qi, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Great Saint, since you’ve arrived, why remain hidden?" he said quietly.

A moment later, a figure appeared beside Yang Jing. She had hair like a waterfall, skin as smooth as cream, and wore a palace gown the color of Profound Gold. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, made even more so by a radiant, motherly glow.

A flicker of shock passed through Yang Jing’s eyes, but he instantly suppressed it.

"What, did you really think I looked like some stout, burly man?"

The West Sea Great Saint looked at Yang Jing with a meaningful expression.

"I wouldn’t dare," Yang Jing said hurriedly.

The West Sea Great Saint gazed at her young son, who was following closely behind Iron Head, a look of poignant sorrow on her face.

"Entrusting my child to you was the best decision I’ve made in decades. It is his good fortune to have a master like you."

As a Demon Saint with a long lifespan, the West Sea Great Saint was naturally worldly and wise.

If a Demon with such exceptional Talent as her child were to fall into the hands of an ordinary Cultivator, they would undoubtedly implant all sorts of Restrictions in him from a young age. He would be controlled, forced to serve as a sect’s guardian Spirit Beast, and imprisoned in one place for ten thousand years.

They wouldn’t even give him the chance to undergo Transformation.

"You flatter me, Great Saint. I am simply treating Yellow Foot as any other disciple."

The West Sea Great Saint said nothing. She had actually been secretly observing from outside for three days. She had seen for herself how harmonious and united Yang Jing’s five disciples were, and that each possessed their own unique strengths.

Moreover, they took excellent care of her child.

This steeled her resolve.

"Yang Jing, my current predicament is of my own making. In the Nine Heavens World, the number of Feathered Whales can only decrease, never increase. The day I was ambushed by the Golden Core from the Eastern Demon Sect, I had a sudden realization. In this world, between my child and me, only one can live. That is why I had no hesitation in abandoning my Feathered Whale True Body."

A Jade Bottle flew out from her Primordial Spirit.

"When I abandoned my True Body, I extracted the Kunpeng True Blood from within it. You are a trustworthy person, so I don’t need you to make any vows. In the future, if my son’s aptitude proves poor, use this Kunpeng True Blood to bolster his foundation. If he shows great promise, then consider this True Blood a gift to you."

Yang Jing reached out and caught the bottle of True Blood. The small Jade Bottle was astonishingly heavy, weighing tens of thousands of pounds. If Yang Jing hadn’t already achieved some mastery in his True Yang Body, it would have smashed straight to the ground.

’Only now did Yang Jing understand. Back then, the West Sea Great Saint might have known her attendant Mermaid had been possessed by a Human Demon. It wasn’t ignorance; she had simply lost the will to live. She wanted to use the Human Demon’s hand to cut herself down so that Yellow Foot could live safely in the Nine Heavens World, free from calamity.’

"Rest assured, Great Saint. I will guard this bottle of True Blood well."

He spoke with great solemnity. This bottle of True Blood, weighing tens of thousands of pounds, was imbued with the profoundest motherly love.

The West Sea Great Saint said no more. She simply gave a slight nod, and her gaze fell tenderly on her child below.

At that moment, Yellow Foot was about to pull out a Purple Patterned Ginseng and stuff it in his mouth but was stopped by his senior brother Iron Head.

"Aren’t you going down to see Yellow Foot, Great Saint?" Yang Jing asked, a little curious.

The West Sea Great Saint shook her head, her heart aching.

"He was taken shortly after birth, so his memories of me are faint. I am about to die. Seeing him now would only bring more sorrow. It’s better to let him believe I’ve simply returned to the sea."

Yang Jing just nodded. ’It would be better to see each other one last time,’ he thought, but ultimately, he couldn’t make the decision for her.

"Bring me your Flying Sword. Let me have a look," the West Sea Great Saint said suddenly.

Though Yang Jing didn’t know why she had asked, he still summoned his Flying Sword down from high in the sky.

The West Sea Great Saint held the Celestial Waterfall Sword, ran a hand over its mirror-bright blade, and tapped it lightly. The Celestial Waterfall Sword instantly rang with a sharp, clear tone.

"A fine sword. I never expected your Artifact Refining Skill to be so exceptional. This sword is already a supreme Treasure Sword, and what’s even better is that it has only slain Celestial Demons, never any living beings of the Nine Heavens World. Its Sword Qi is purely Yang, untainted by a single trace of resentful or Evil Qi."

Yang Jing thought back and realized it was true.

He could handle most enemies easily with his Five Elements Magical Sword. Few Cultivators at his level could ever force his hand enough to draw the Celestial Waterfall Sword.

The only Cultivator he had drawn it against was Sima Peng, and because of Sima Peng’s special status, he hadn’t dealt a killing blow.

"I wish to use this sword for Soldier Resolution to sever my Primordial Spirit. Afterward, the sword will receive the legacy of my Nascent Soul and will certainly ascend to a Magical Treasure. However, given this sword’s extraordinary nature, it will surely attract a lightning tribulation. Are you willing?"

The West Sea Great Saint fixed her eyes on Yang Jing.

The Primordial Spirit of a Nascent Soul Cultivator is extremely powerful, unafraid of daylight, wind, rain, or lightning. If they wish to end their own existence, the conditions are very strict. It is easy to damage the wisp of True Spirit within the Primordial Spirit when trying to obliterate it.

That, in turn, would affect their reincarnation.

Therefore, most Nascent Soul Cultivators choose a pure Yang weapon for Soldier Resolution to sever their Primordial Spirit and release their True Spirit.

The weapon used to assist in Soldier Resolution also receives considerable benefits, becoming a first-rate existence among Magical Treasures of its tier.

In terms of both its materials and Refining Technique, the Celestial Waterfall Sword was a top-tier Spiritual Artifact. If it ascended to a Magical Treasure through this Soldier Resolution, it would surely attract the legendary Spirit Treasure lightning tribulation.

Yang Jing hesitated for only a moment before agreeing.

For one, he had immense confidence in the Celestial Waterfall Sword. For another, it was his Lifebound Flying Sword. A Cultivator helping their Lifebound Flying Sword pass a tribulation does not increase the tribulation’s might in the slightest, because in the eyes of the Nine Heavens World, the two are considered a single entity.

He possessed the Five Thunders Divine Techniques. If he couldn’t overcome the Spirit Treasure lightning tribulation even with that, then he would have to accept his fate.

"Of course. It would be my sword’s honor to assist the Great Saint in her Soldier Resolution," Yang Jing agreed without hesitation.

The West Sea Great Saint smiled and vanished without a sound, leaving the Celestial Waterfall Sword behind. Having been reduced to a Primordial Spirit, she was now more elusive than ever; most of the world’s Arrays could no longer bind her.

’Yang Jing even suspected that the West Sea Great Saint had been hidden nearby, watching, on the day he slew the Human Demon.’

’It was only because the Great Saint bore him no malice that his incredibly sharp Sword Heart had failed to detect her.’

Yang Jing knew it must be that his actions had thoroughly satisfied the West Sea Great Saint, prompting her to unreservedly entrust him with a peerless treasure like the Kunpeng True Blood.