Qi Induction

The old man was startled.

As a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, how could he not know what was happening? This was body snatching! If Long Aotian was truly taken over, what would he do? Who would help him reshape his physical body in the future?!

The old man's heart skipped a beat. He had no time to deal with the culprit, Bai Lan, and instead focused all his attention on the skeletal elder in the bamboo house.

"Host, Long Aotian and that old man's souls are fighting!" the system observed from the sidelines.

"Host, host, that old man seems to have the upper hand! Heavens, is the Child of Destiny truly going to perish here!?" the system cried out.

"No, that's not right, Long Aotian's old man has intervened, and that old man is at a disadvantage," the system said with some regret.

Bai Lan continued to meditate with her eyes closed, her expression solemn. She was completely unaware of the commotion in the distance. She spoke faintly, "You observe the battle. If anything happens, wake me."

Regardless of who won or lost the body snatching battle between Long Aotian and the skeletal old man, neither posed a threat to Bai Lan. After all, Long Aotian's physical body was currently severely injured and unconscious. Whether Long Aotian defended his body or the old man gained the upper hand, they would both end up with a severely injured and immobile vessel.

Bai Lan only wanted to achieve Qi Induction. Cultivation!

She sat cross-legged, her palms facing the sky, calming her mind and sinking her breath into her dantian. As she focused her thoughts, all the subtle sounds around her were amplified: the chirping of insects, the calls of birds, the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.

In the midst of this serene and peaceful state, a faint glimmer of light appeared in her previously dark vision.

Flowers, birds, grass, trees, bamboo, reeds, mountains, stones, dust, sand, rivers.

A single object, a single number, within a realm, in a single instant.

In that moment, she seemed to vaguely sense several special colors. Yellow was most prevalent, followed by green, and then black. The earth beneath her feet was filled with earth spiritual energy, hence yellow. The trees standing around her possessed wood spiritual energy, hence green. The pond in the distance contained water spiritual energy, hence black.

This, is this the cultivation world?

Bai Lan felt a surge of joy. She was born in the Age of Dharma's End, a time when all things withered and spiritual energy was depleted. Ancient texts and scriptures had been lost to the river of history. This world was truly a place abundant in spiritual energy. She had only meditated for a short while and could already sense the presence of spiritual energy.

Possessing five spiritual roots meant she could absorb the five types of spiritual energy in heaven and earth for her own use.

The system, which had been nervously observing the distant battle, turned its head and was stunned.

"Wh-what!!! You, you've achieved Qi Induction!?" the system exclaimed, dumbfounded.

The profound state was interrupted by this exclamation. Bai Lan helplessly opened her eyes. "What's all the fuss about?"

"Oh heavens, oh heavens!" the system shrieked.

"Oh my goodness! My dear system, keep your voice down! This is simply terrible. If you interrupt my cultivation like this again, I will teach you a lesson on how to be quiet," Bai Lan said, stepping forward two paces, pinching the system's face, and speaking through gritted teeth in fluent translated accent.

The system chuckled sheepishly. "Ah, ahaha, I'm sorry, Host. I was just, too excited."

"How is Long Aotian?" Bai Lan asked, looking in the direction of the bamboo house.

"As expected, after the golden finger old man intervened, he successfully turned the tide of the battle," the system sighed. "Host, there's no need to waste your efforts. The Child of Destiny cannot be killed."

"Tsk." Bai Lan wasn't bothered. She simply took out the three storage bags from her sleeve. Two belonged to the old man, and the other was Long Aotian's.

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Closing her eyes, she attempted to probe the storage bags with her spiritual energy. Bai Lan's consciousness was repelled by an invisible force. After all, these were the storage bags of a Core Formation stage cultivator. Even after a thousand years, the seals on them still remained. She would have to wait until she reached Qi Refining level one and could skillfully use spiritual energy before attempting to break the seals on these two storage bags.

Bai Lan shook her head helplessly and then directed her spiritual sense into Long Aotian's storage bag. A few sparkling stones, a long spear, two short swords, and... a pair of Mandarin Duck Underwear? Tsk, a true rogue.

Bai Lan's gaze moved away from the underwear and finally settled on the Spirit Stones.

"Wow, are these sparkling things Spirit Stones?" Bai Lan took out a small, warm, jade-like stone from the storage bag, faintly seeing the spiritual energy contained within.

The system floated over. "Yes! This is the currency of the cultivation world, low-grade Spirit Stones."

"How poor is Long Aotian? As the dignified Child of Destiny, his storage bag only contains seven Spirit Stones, tsk." Bai Lan shook her head.

The system sighed helplessly. "Long Aotian originally had seven, but now he has none."

"Not only are there no Spirit Stones, but I also had to compensate with a Storage Bag and... a pair of colorful Mandarin Duck Underwear."

And that long spear, it must be Long Aotian's exclusive weapon, the Soul Severing Spear, right?

It's a magical artifact that can evolve by absorbing blood. Looking at the spear's dull and lusterless appearance...

Excellent, Long Aotian probably hasn't bonded with it yet.

The other two short swords seem to be ordinary items, they can be used for self-defense for now.

Watching her host rummaging through Long Aotian's Storage Bag with a look of joy as if she had struck gold.

The System couldn't understand why the plot had developed into such a bizarre situation.

According to the mission guidance, the host should be trying to gain favor with Long Aotian and Bai Ling!

But now, the host had robbed the fallen Long Aotian in the newbie village and looted his Storage Bag clean.

"Host, this mission, are you really not going to reconsider?" Life is not easy, the System sighed.

Bai Lan smiled and patted the young man's head, starting to coax him: "Little System, listen to your host's advice, when it comes to work, slack off whenever you can, don't be so professional."

The System continued to sigh.

Bai Lan ignored it and grabbed the Mandarin Duck Underwear, walking up to Long Aotian and throwing it onto his face.

"I'll take the Spirit Stones and weapons, but these Mandarin Duck Underwear are being returned to their owner." Bai Lan said, then glanced at the skeletal old man on the futon who had already turned to ashes, sighing helplessly.

The cultivation world is full of deceit; novels are not lying to her.

If Bai Lan didn't have the golden finger of rewinding time, she would have been body snatched by that old man earlier and died here.

Perhaps this is the fate of most cultivators. Bai Lan understood, but that was all.

In that case, she had also given the skeletal old man a way out.

It's a pity he failed to body snatch the Child of Destiny; she couldn't be blamed for that.

Turning to leave, Bai Lan collected the contents of the other three bamboo houses into Long Aotian's Storage Bag. She also dug up the two remaining unknown spirit herbs in the distant spiritual field and put them into jade boxes.

She left Long Aotian with only three empty bamboo houses.

"The host passes through, truly like a swarm of locusts, leaving nothing behind," the System lamented.

Bai Lan raised an eyebrow: "What, you want me to leave it for Long Aotian to find?"

"Host is right! We can't leave anything for Long Aotian! Absolutely nothing for Long Aotian!" the System agreed.

Since the host wasn't planning to take the easy route, it could only accompany its host to the death and take the path of respecting the strong.

As the saying goes, marry a chicken, follow the chicken; marry a dog, follow the dog.

She chose this host herself, and she had to see it through, even if it meant crying.

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