Chapter 235 - Chapter 235: I’m No Longer Me (3)
Chapter 235: I’m No Longer Me (3)
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
However, it stopped abruptly in less than five minutes. Shen Ping looked at the Vajra Body in a daze and stood rooted to the ground. He allowed his wives and concubines to comfort him. He maintained his original posture indifferently.
On the first floor of the house, Yu Yan frowned as she listened to the floor. She knew how powerful her husband was. Ever since he broke through to the Foundation Establishment realm, he had always convinced Wang Yun and Bai Yuying. It was rare for them to have such a short exchange. She thought of Shen Ping’s depressed mood during the day.
She realized that something was wrong. As soon as she got up and walked out of the door of the main room, she saw Luo Qing, Qiuying, Yin Honglian, and Mu Jin standing quietly. Pei Huoyu, who was guarding the wooden stairs, said softly, “This is a problem with Fellow Daoist Shen’s mental state. It’s best to let him walk out on his own.”
Yu Yan couldn’t help but say, “Senior Pei, is… is this okay? What if…”
Pei Huoyu was silent for a moment before replying, “You have to believe him.”
In the main room.
Shen Ping listened to the shouts of his wives and concubines and gradually recovered from his daze. At this moment, he knew that there was a problem with his mental state. If he did not resolve it, not to mention cultivation, even the dual cultivation he was most proud of would no longer be as majestic as before.
He looked up, He looked at Wang Yun and Bai Yuying and suddenly asked, “Yun’er, Ying’er, do you think I’ve changed? Do you think I’m no longer the same person who stayed with you in Red Willow Alley?”
His wife and concubine were stunned. Only then did they understand the source of the matter. Bai Yuying subconsciously wanted to say that he had not changed, but when she saw Shen Ping’s unprecedented serious expression, she could not help but swallow her words. For a moment, she did not know how to speak.
Wang Yun, who had a head of silver hair, looked at Shen Ping. She did not respond directly. Instead, she straightened up and said gently, “Husband, do you think I’m still the Yun’er who was by your side in the past?”
Before Shen Ping could respond, Wang Yun continued, “In the past, Yun’er was just a mortal. Other than serving you, 1 had nothing else to do. Every time you went out, 1 was very worried. 1 was afraid that you would not return. Later on, we moved to Yunhe Alley. Although we were safe, I was even more terrified.
“I’m terrified that you’ll be annoyed one day and won’t be as protective as before. I’m even more afraid that you’ll casually throw me to other cultivators. At that time, I was like duckweed on the water and could be blown away by the wind and rain at any time.
“And now, I’ve changed. I’m no longer the mortal 1 used to be, nor am I the wife who was terrified and afraid that her husband would abandon her.”
Speaking of this, she smiled and reached out to touch Shen Ping’s face. Her eyes surged with affection that was as heavy as a mountain. “Therefore, Husband has indeed changed. You’re no longer the talisman master who only knew how to hold hands and grow old together in Red Willow Alley. Instead, you’re the cultivator who was willing to risk your life to send me out of Cloud Mountain Parlour. You’re the person who traveled back and forth and paid an unknown price to reverse my cultivation destiny.
“Because of this change, 1 no longer have any worries, fear, or uneasiness. 1 look forward to what Husband says about growing old together and never being separated.”
His wife’s words rang in Shen Ping’s ears like the morning bell. The feeling of incompatibility with the Cloud Mountain Parlour, the confusion that he was no longer himself, were slowly receding. There seemed to be a bright lamp illuminating the path ahead in the unclear future.
Cultivators would grow. People would also change. He, who was once at the bottom of cultivation, had no choice but to be cautious. He had successfully built his foundation and was ranked at the top of the Hidden Dragon Rankings. The Dao of Talismans, puppets, spiritual roots, physique, divine power, talent, intrinsic nature, divine sense… All kinds of attributes had a qualitative leap. Although his cultivation realm was not high, his methods and strength were no longer comparable to before.
Not to mention, with the purple crown, pink, three golden colors, and a rare special body, as long as he worked hard, he would have the confidence to face the five continents and four seas, or even the unknown and terrifying sooner or later.
Looking back at the past, the trembling years of cultivation at the bottom had already become a part of his life. There was no need to reminisce. There was even less need to immerse himself. What he had to do now was to truly take an important step on his cultivation path.
“I can’t be careless. 1 can’t relax. 1 can’t be arrogant. I can’t be unrestrained. Stick to my heart and look to the future!” These thoughts surged in his mind. Shen Ping felt his entire body relax. The confusion and darkness in front of him were swept away.
As long as his wife and concubine were around, as long as he could still plow, no matter how difficult the longevity path was, no matter how difficult it was, he believed that he would continue forward.
“Yun’er! Ying’er! My Vajra Body is back!”
Hearing this, a knowing smile appeared on his wife and concubine’s lips.
Soon, Shen Ping completely displayed the essence of how steel was cultivated in the door.
Downstairs.
Listening to the violent trembling of the floor, Pei Huoyu, Yu Yan, Luo Qing, Qiuying, Mu Jin, and Yin Honglian smiled in unison. They listened for a while before Yu Yan crossed her arms and smiled. “The scenery in the main room is better and 1 can hear them more clearly. Sister Qiu, Sister Qing’er, do you want to come with me?”
Qiu Ying, Luo Qing, and the others looked at each other and nodded happily. They all walked into the main room. Yu Yan stood at the door. “What about Senior Pei?”
Pei Huoyu said calmly, “1’11 go to the quiet room.”
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
At seven o’clock in the morning the next day, the fragrance of food filled the narrow room. It was rare for Shen Ping not to meditate and cultivate. Instead, he had rested until now. He stretched refreshed and walked out of the main room. When he saw that his wife and concubines were already seated, he smiled and went forward to kiss their cheeks. “Let’s eat!”
As they started eating, while drinking the thin meat porridge, Shen Fan opened the virtual interface. He glanced at it briefly. The attributes of various virtual frames were increasing. The fastest increase was the wind-element mutated spiritual root that Qiu Ying belonged to. At the current speed, it was not far from the next transformation.
The jade-grade spiritual root allowed his cultivation speed to increase greatly. If it transformed again, it was very likely that he would catch up to the increase in speed of the blue strange beast blood.
Just as he was about to put away the interface, he noticed a subtle change..