Spirit Scholar Su Yun

Su Yun descended from the sky along the rope, took out a piece of Luomou, and held it to his chest to warm it up before taking a bite. After two bites, he grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ancestor Yuan San was likely still searching for him. He absolutely couldn't start a fire now; the smoke would be an obvious beacon for Ancestor Yuan San.

After eating the Luomou, the young man saw the sky gradually turn white. The long night had finally passed.

"The ape demon was lured away by me, and Ancestor Yuan San is chasing me from behind. My second brother and the others should be safe now."

Su Yun ate another mouthful of snow when he suddenly heard the sound of heavy objects treading on the snow from behind. His heart stirred, and he quickly threw out the Immortal Rope again, ascending into the high sky.

He had barely left when Ancestor Yuan San arrived.

The old ape sniffed the snow-covered ground and let out a roar.

"How did this old ape track me? Does he have some kind of tracking Spiritual Power?"

Su Yun was puzzled. He knew nothing about Spiritual Abilities, only having heard others talk about them. He had no idea what method Ancestor Yuan San used to track him.

The young man rose higher and higher with the Immortal Rope, and the sky grew brighter. When the Immortal Rope reached its limit, it stretched out flat like a long snake among the clouds.

Su Yun sat cross-legged on the rope. Fortunately, there was no wind, and it wasn't as cold.

A ray of golden light shone from the horizon as the golden sun revealed its head. The golden light gradually descended, illuminating the young man's face. Below, Tianshiyuan was still shrouded in darkness; it was still nighttime there.

Su Yun's heart stirred, and he began cultivating the Immortal Ape Qi Cultivation Chapter.

The Immortal Ape Qi Cultivation Chapter was extremely yang and potent. As his technique activated, streams of sunlight converged, shining on his brow. The light spot moved with his Blood Essence, traveling from his brow to the philtrum, then to his throat, and finally settling in his Dantian.

Su Yun breathed in and out, and the light spot grew brighter. The sunlight gathered by his Immortal Ape Qi Cultivation Chapter also intensified.

Gradually, the essence of the sun converged before him, forming a small fireball, like a miniature sun that rose and fell before him.

"The speed at which the Immortal Ape Qi Cultivation Chapter absorbs the essence of the sun and moon is faster than the Great Furnace Transformation: Qi Cultivation Chapter, but it's less refined. The Great Furnace Transformation: Qi Cultivation Chapter refines the essence of the sun and moon faster and is more pure."

Su Yun's heart stirred. "I wonder if I can combine the strengths of these two Qi Cultivation Chapters?"

He attempted to use the Immortal Ape Qi Cultivation Chapter to enhance his Origin Energy and then use the Great Furnace Transformation to refine it. It was indeed much faster than his usual cultivation.

Others hadn't considered cultivating two Qi Cultivation Chapters. However, mastering even one technique was difficult enough, let alone two simultaneously?

Furthermore, once one reached the sixth level of Foundation Establishment, they would naturally abandon the Qi Cultivation Chapter and switch to techniques for the Spirit Infusion Realm. Who would still bother with the Qi Cultivation Chapter?

Su Yun had no techniques for the Spirit Infusion Realm, so he was the only one who continued to cultivate the Qi Cultivation Chapter.

His Origin Energy grew increasingly potent, his Blood Essence flourished, and he felt his body improve significantly. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the sun was high in the sky, and Tianshiyuan was already bright.

"Senior Lou Ban said I'm already a Spirit Scholar. Why should I fear Ancestor Yuan San? I haven't cultivated any Spirit Infusion Realm techniques, so why did he call me a Spirit Scholar?"

Su Yun's heart stirred, and he carefully recalled the information he knew about Spirit Scholars.

Spirit Scholars were individuals with powerful spiritual selves.

Spirit Scholars possessed Spiritual Abilities, condensed from their deepest thoughts.

Spiritual Abilities were formed by the fusion of a Spirit Scholar's thoughts and their Blood Essence.

For example, a Confucian Scholar's Spiritual Abilities were often the texts they recited daily. By comprehending the essence of these texts and integrating them into their lives, they became guiding principles for their actions. Their conduct would not deviate from these principles, and the texts could then transform into Spiritual Abilities.

Other abilities were no different.

If one's thoughts were of architecture, their Spiritual Abilities might manifest as stacked bricks and tiles, carved beams and painted rafters, interlocking brackets, winding corridors, and high-pitched eaves.

If one's thoughts were of flowers, their abilities might bloom like vibrant flowers, more beautiful than any in the world.

If one's thoughts were of fierce beasts, their abilities might appear as tigers prowling at night, flood dragons hidden in the abyss, or phoenixes perching on phoenix trees.

If one's thoughts were of gods and demons, their abilities might manifest as divine statues or vajras in temples, with three heads and six arms, a third eye on their forehead, or flames engulfing their bodies.

If one's thoughts were of weapons, their abilities might be as sharp as blades!

"Then, what is my spiritual self thinking of?"

As Su Yun pondered this, a sudden realization dawned upon him: "What I've been thinking of, what I've been longing for, is actually the Great Yellow Bell I use for timing! Then my Spiritual Ability..."

He suddenly burst into laughter, and as he laughed, the young man began to sob on the rope.

When he was seven, he experienced the calamity in Tianmen Town and became blind. Following Uncle Cen's guidance, he went to the town's bell tower to touch the bell. Since then, he had spent countless days and nights imagining a large bronze bell in his mind, etched with the markings of time.

Who knew how much effort and time he had spent over the past six or seven years, how much hardship he had endured?

Who knew how many mistakes he had made while imagining this Yellow Bell, how many times he had fallen, how many times he had tumbled into ditches because of it?

Su Yun sat on the Immortal Rope in the clouds, laughing and wiping away tears.

The New Year was approaching. After the New Year, he would turn fourteen, marking seven years since the Tianmen Town disaster.

After being blind for six or seven years, enduring six or seven years of bitterness and pain, he had finally achieved something.

The young man stood up, circulated his Blood Essence, and let it fill the Great Yellow Bell!

Clang!

He tilted his head back and saw a phantom image of a colossal Yellow Bell above him. It appeared to be cast from brass and had seven layers, representing years, months, days, hours, moments, seconds, and instants, each with its own markings and operational patterns!

As his Blood Essence flowed, the Yellow Bell became clearer, and its markings became more distinct.

Su Yun strode through the high skies. Sunlight shone upon him, casting a faint shadow of the Yellow Bell. At this moment, he finally possessed his own Spiritual Ability!

The Yellow Bell spun above his head, and suddenly thirty-six imprints of white apes, each in a different posture, gradually appeared on its markings.

Suddenly, thirty-six Flood Dragon diagrams appeared on the markings. Nourished by Blood Essence, the Flood Dragon diagrams gradually changed their forms, as if the Flood Dragons were undergoing tribulation, transforming into thirty-six Flood Dragon diagrams!

Adding the newly added thirty-six White Ape diagrams, the seventy-two diagrams only occupied two-tenths of the Yellow Bell's markings, not filling all of them.

Strangely, as the Yellow Bell's lower markings rotated, the Flood Dragons and White Apes within these seventy-two diagrams were constantly practicing their respective moves, lifelike and vivid.

"So, how exactly are Spiritual Abilities used?"

Su Yun frowned. He had reached the top of the rope. Suddenly, he leaped, his palm landing on the rope's end. The Immortal Rope instantly seemed to lose its support and plummeted downwards!

"I haven't learned any cultivation methods for the Spirit Infusion Realm, so I don't know how to use them, but Ancestor Yuan San should. If I fight him, I'll know!"

Su Yun plummeted rapidly. Below, Tianshiyuan was magnificent and grand, with continuous mountains covered in snow everywhere.

Su Yun looked down, the mountains and rivers rushing towards him.

And in the snow, Ancestor Yuan San's face was grim as he packed snow into his wounds to alleviate the pain.

On the treetops of the forest beside him, six White Apes stood at the very tips, as if weightless, looking around in all directions.

These six White Apes each had a different posture, and their movements and appearances were precisely the starting stances of the six moves of the Ape Master's Art!

Just then, a White Ape suddenly spotted Su Yun falling from the sky, holding onto the rope, and hastily let out a shrill ape cry!

Ancestor Yuan San's spirit jolted. He rubbed snow into his wound, suddenly stood up, grabbed the iron rod standing by the tree, and with a surge of Blood Essence, infused it into the iron rod.

Six ape cries were heard. The six White Apes leaped from the treetops and flew towards the iron rod.

If Su Yun were present, he would have recognized that the movement technique of these six White Apes flying towards the iron rod was precisely the six moves of the Ape Master's Art.

Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, clink!

Six crisp impact sounds rang out. At the end of the iron rod, where the brass skin was wrapped, three White Ape imprints appeared on each section, lifelike and vivid.

These six White Apes, like the Flood Dragon and White Ape diagrams on Su Yun's Yellow Bell markings, were all a kind of peculiar Blood Essence imprint.

Ancestor Yuan San grabbed the iron rod and charged forward like an arrow loosed from a bow towards the place where Su Yun was falling!

The iron rod in his hand was not a real iron rod, but a Spiritual Ability!

The White Ape imprints were formed when he cultivated the Immortal Ape Qi Cultivation Chapter during his Foundation Establishment stage. After cultivating the Ape Master's Art to its third level of achievement, his Blood Essence transformed into imprints on his Spiritual Abilities!

The reason he could always accurately find Su Yun was precisely because of the Ape Master's Art imprints within his Spiritual Abilities.

Su Yun landed and immediately put the Immortal Rope into his bag.

The young man tied the bag to his back, tightened it, and silently adjusted his breathing.

He firmly believed that Ancestor Yuan San would find him, so he didn't need to search. He just needed to stay put and wait for the enemy to arrive.

Suddenly, the ground trembled slightly. Su Yun looked up and saw a snow line separating the snowfield in the distance. The heavy snow on both sides surged like waves, pushing outwards!

And in the middle, a white-furred ferocious ape, holding an iron rod, its tip dragging on the ground, was charging forward!

Su Yun's eyes twitched. The white-furred ferocious ape's speed was incredibly fast, and its Blood Essence pressure was even stronger. Before it even reached him, the pressure from its Blood Essence made Su Yun's eyes feel strained!

"Ancestor Yuan San's cultivation is stronger than mine. His Blood Essence pressure is forcing back the Blood Essence in my eyes, making me blind again."

Su Yun's vision grew dimmer and dimmer. It was because the Blood Essence in his eyes was insufficient to push back the Immortal Sword, causing the Immortal Sword imprint to resurface and once again occupy his pupils!

"But I absolutely cannot allow that!"

Su Yun roared. Sunlight converged above his head, forming a small fireball that circled the Yellow Bell, illuminating the various markings on the bell!

The Blood Essence within his body raged, blocking Ancestor Yuan San's Blood Essence pressure, and his vision returned to brightness!

Winter, snowy landscape.

Ancestor Yuan San leaped up, his Blood Essence surging, causing muscles to appear in bulging patches all over his body, making him incredibly strong, like a white tower!

All the wounds on his body burst open, Blood Essence splattering, yet the arm-thick iron rod swept towards him with a hum!

Su Yun charged forward. Man and ape collided thunderously in mid-air!

The snow on the ground suddenly seemed to suffer an invisible heavy blow. Large swathes of snow subsided, forming a pit three to four zhang in diameter!

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