NOVEL NEXT Chapter 49 - Schrödinger’s Holy Maiden
Chapter 49: Schrödinger’s Holy Maiden
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Ning Tingshan unfolded the painting but did not look at it. The divine light contained in it was precious. He turned to look at Zou Wenrui and said, “Even if he isn’t, what can you do?”
He touched his beard and exclaimed, “A ninth level Nascent Soul cultivator, if he is really as young as he looks, this is simply shocking. Even those big sects in the Central Plains may not have such a genius.
Ning Tingshan’s eyes flickered. Not only was he a genius, but he had never heard of such a person in the past thousands of years, not even in the era of gods and ghosts.
Other than the disciple of the nameless Saint who had not appeared for hundreds of years, there was no other explanation!
Zou Wenrui was silent for a while. He had a strange expression on his face and sneered, “A ninth level Nascent Soul cultivator is a ninth Nascent Soul cultivator, but I can’t sense even the slightest bit of the power of a Dao embryo’s primordial spirit from his spiritual power. Dock Master, how do you think this ninth level Nascent Soul cultivator came about?”
Ning Tingshan was stunned. “It’s impossible without the primordial spirit power of the embryo of Dao!”
The most important thing in the Nascent Soul stage was the Nascent Soul, which was so obvious that it was simply nonsensical to even explain it.
Without forming a Nascent Soul, how could one step into the Nascent Soul cultivation realm? This was simply a fool’s dream-like nonsense. If it was said out loud, people would think that he had lost his mind.
It was impossible for Ning Tingshan to think that his Great Elder had suddenly lost his mind. He only felt that Zou Wenrui could not bear to lose face, so he started to deceive himself.
When Zou Wenrui saw Ning Tingshan’s expression, he sneered a few times without saying anything. He walked out with his walking stick, his hands behind his back, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.
There were two possibilities if a Nascent Soul cultivator did not have the power of the embryo of Dao and primordial spirit.
First, if someone in the Nascent Soul Stage injured or sealed his or her Nascent Soul, it would be like Zou Wenrui’s current state. However, it would require someone with a higher level of cultivation to control it, so he or she would not be able to use any strength.
Second, by relying on special medicinal pills to forcibly ascend to the Nascent Soul stage, all the advancement possibilities in the future were sacrificed. Because without the Nascent Soul stage, there was no way to carry out the next step of cultivation, and they would be stuck at the Nascent Soul stage for life.
Based on Liu Yuan’s age, Zou Wenrui was almost certain that he was the second type of person.
Only in this way could he reach such heights at this age.
At the same time, the person who swallowed the pill would definitely not be as strong as the real Nascent Soul stage.
“If that’s the case…”
Zou Wenrui muttered in a low voice. His thin figure disappeared into the shadows, and his dark expression became even more sinister.
…
Zou Wenrui’s guess was almost spot on with Liu Yuan’s situation.
Medicinal pills and attribute support did have great similarities, but attribute support was more convenient, and the only thing that was less than the normal realm was probably the power of the Nascent Soul Dharma.
Since he could not use his Nascent Soul Dharma power, his Nascent Soul Stage was equivalent to the peak of the Core Formation stage, plus nine more levels of cultivation.
… However, he did not even have a Golden Core.
Taking a step back, it was equivalent to him cultivating 27 levels in the Foundation Establishment stage.
… However, he did not even have a spirit embyro.
Hence, Liu Yuan’s current state, simply put, was an extremely inflated Qi Refinement stage.
Of course, the levels of each realm was not linear in power growth. In short, it was more or less the same principle. If his attributes were to continue to increase, he might be able to reach the 3000th level of the Qi Refinement stage or something.
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Sigh, some people are Nascent Soul big shots on the surface, but in reality, their cultivation is only at the seventh level of the Qi Refinement stage. They’re weaklings.
Liu Yuan sighed. It was equivalent to Gu Siyin’s combat power.
I’m too weak. I’d better hurry up and cultivate. Otherwise, if I meet a real big shot, I’m just going to be serving myself up on a silver platter. My cultivation base is just an empty shell.
He was now sitting on the bed in Ning Xiangrong’s childhood room. As usual, he had searched the room. It was obviously tidied up well, but he had not stayed there for a long time.
It was just that there was still a faint fragrance on the bedding, similar to Ning Xiangrong’s body. Although it was vulgar to say, Liu Yuan had the idea of grabbing it and smelling it.
But he did not do it.
At least… I can just smell it when I’m under the blanket.
This was what Liu Yuan thought.
“We’ll meet the day after tomorrow at the side of the Shuiyue Dock, by the Moon Reflection Pool. I remember that the Moon Reflection Pool is at the northeast side of the Water Moon Dock. That’s the only side that’s close to the mountains. There are many springs in the mountains, so it’s called Spring Mountain. Therefore, the people of the Water Moon Dock often rest and cultivate there, or relax and so on. For example, the female disciples take a bath there.”
Liu Yuan supported his chin with his hand and thought of his own countermeasures.
“Speaking of which, at that time, Rongrong changed her bath place several times to hide from me. She should have gone to Quanshan. However, she didn’t guess that I was playing hard to get at that time, so she deliberately didn’t go to find me.”
If it was just a meeting with the demon sect’s upper-level, they would not have to be so careful. Water Moon Dock was a low to mid level map. The Nascent Soul stage was the highest, and there were no higher cultivation existences.
But the key was that if Pihuan Luo was also present …
Liu Yuan could not kill the spy at all. He did not even dare to move.
Try it and you’ll die.
Could it be that he was betting that Pihuan Luo did not come here for the Xuanwu Secret Treasure?
Since she had gone to the location of the Eight-armed Heavenly Demon, it was very likely that she was looking for the Heavenly Demon. It was natural for the Water Moon Dock to ask about it, but it was impossible for them to lower their status and personally participate.
However, who could guarantee that this demoness would not suddenly want to join the battle?
“This is a headache. Schrödinger’s Holy Maiden in the Moon Reflection Pool. When two undercover agents meet with Xue Yan, there is a 50 percent chance that she will appear and a 50 percent chance that she won’t…” Liu Yuan muttered to himself.
The image of the Holy Maiden hiding in the pool and observing him secretly appeared in his mind. He laughed as he thought about it.
To be honest, if that elegant, calm, and condescending woman were to hold her head and squat down, she would be quite cute.
“Schrodinger? Who is that?” A lazy and charming voice suddenly sounded, with a faint doubt.
The smile on Liu Yuan’s face froze.
His dazed eyes instantly focused as he saw a ball of dark mist suddenly appear in the middle of the room. The hazy mist condensed into a human figure.
The mist weaved into a black veil, and together with her long hair that was like a waterfall, it covered her graceful and graceful body. The face under the black veil was pale and seductive, and her abyss-like pitch-black pupils were staring at Liu Yuan. Her long eyelashes were like butterfly wings, casting an unpredictable shadow.
She stood barefooted, and there were faint green veins on her snow-white feet. There were silver ring bells on her ankles and wrists, and thin silver chains extended upwards into the black gauze, connecting to the wide ring on her neck.
Liu Yuan knew that this beautiful body was locked by these silver chains, representing the absolute purity of the doctrine, and that she could not marry for life.
She took two steps forward and reached out to hold Liu Yuan’s face. Her squinted eyes were scarlet, and the corners of her mouth curled up into a smile. She murmured softly, “No matter who this person is, Pihuan Luo belongs solely to Liu Junxuan…”
The witch’s eyes were blurred as she kissed Liu Yuan’s forehead.
Goosebumps instantly rose all over Liu Yuan’s body. There was clearly a trace of cold metal on his forehead. It was a tongue nail.
“But will Liu Junxuan only belong to Pihuan Luo?” The woman’s voice became softer and softer.
She lowered her head and looked at Liu Yuan with her enlarged eyes. There seemed to be a red flame burning in the depths of her eyes.
Liu Yuan thought that he was wrong. If Schrödinger’s Holy Maiden was placed in Ning Xiangrong’s room, there would be two results. There was a 50 percent chance that Liu Yuan would live, and a 50 percent chance that Liu Yuan would die.