Forging Destiny into Sword, Slaying Souls to Ascend
Chapter 42

Purple Destiny Furnace

1,318 words•4 min read•14 views
16d ago•

The middle-aged scholar had an exceedingly bland expression, but he and Qian Yuan were both mid-level officials in the prefectural government and were well acquainted.

He opened his mouth and said:

"My uncle has entered seclusion, so he arranged for me to come oversee the Education Directorate for a few days."

"It's only a matter of opening a destiny stove. Even if it's a sixth-grade stove, I can open it."

"Just rest easy!"

"Is this little child going to establish his destiny? What good fortune! Our island's Purple Destiny Furnace hasn't been opened in thirty years. The destiny fire inside is extremely vigorous—guaranteed to help him establish an excellent destiny!"

Qian Yuan nodded, then turned to Jing Qian and said:

"Go to the side room and prepare yourself. Three days from now, Steward Tao will open the destiny stove and send the destiny fire to you."

Jing Qian nodded, then went to the nearby side rooms, casually picked an empty one, and walked inside.

Only Qian Yuan and Tao Yong remained in the courtyard.

Afterward, Qian Yuan spoke again:

"Steward Tao, don't be fooled by how unremarkable that boy inside seems. He's someone our Landlord Zhu values greatly."

"When you connect him to the destiny fire, add one more strand!"

Tao Yong looked astonished and said:

"Landlord Zhu even passed him the 'Reincarnation Heaven-Born Destiny Law'?"

"Rest assured. I guarantee I'll add another blazing fire for him!"

"However, this extra strand of destiny fire will be an additional expenditure for compensation. Take a look and see how we should record it."

Qian Yuan said:

"Deduct it from my destiny-fire allotment for now. In the end, this is still a matter of our Maritime Affairs Office."

Tao Yong nodded and watched Qian Yuan turn and leave the courtyard.

Inside the side room, Jing Qian sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion and let out a long breath!

After all those twists and turns, his crude plan had actually succeeded.

Holding the Tide Divination, he knew the Jing Clan's great secret, yet no one had questioned his identity!

Next, he only needed to safely endure the Destiny Fire Burns the Body ritual. Then he could appear before everyone with an entirely new face.

Only he remained of the Jing Clan. No one else could expose or question him.

And Qi Zhi Shi Island would never imagine that this newly promoted ninth-grade minor cultivator of the Maritime Affairs Office could be the last surviving heir of the Jing Clan whom they had searched for so desperately.

With his new identity and his cultivation, he was confident he could thrive on HunZhou Island.

Jing Qian gathered his scattered thoughts and focused his mind on the coming Destiny Fire Burns the Body.

In this world, cultivators activated destiny stoves, connected to destiny fire, and burned their own bodies in hopes of awakening their innate destiny and entering the path of cultivation.

This was a path every cultivator had to pass through!

However, that did not mean a cultivator could endure Destiny Fire Burns the Body only once.

On the contrary, this wondrous destiny fire itself had endless uses. It could refine Magic Power, purify cultivation, dispel strange energies, and temper the physical body.

Otherwise, it would not be able to help mortals enter the path.

For cultivators who had already entered the path, Destiny Fire Burns the Body likewise offered countless benefits.

It was just that establishing a destiny stove was quite difficult, while accumulating destiny fire consumed even more resources.

That made destiny fire exceedingly valuable as well!

For ordinary people, seeking a single strand of destiny fire to help them enter the path was already unimaginably difficult.

Unless they were the masters of destiny stoves who had successfully burned and established their own stoves, very few people could use surplus destiny fire to nourish their cultivation.

This was also why, throughout HunZhou, true seventh-grade Life-Prolonging cultivators who had achieved something in cultivation would seek to open Destiny Islands and establish their own inheritances.

Only by doing so could they control these destiny-fire resources, foster their forces, and support their own cultivation.

And in HunZhou, the one who undoubtedly controlled the most destiny-fire resources was the prefectural government.

Within the Education Directorate were four ninth-grade White Flame Stoves, two eighth-grade Azure Burning Stoves, one seventh-grade Azure-Blue Stove, and one sixth-grade Purple Destiny Furnace.

The prefectural government used these to satisfy the destiny-establishing needs of the island's tens of millions of inhabitants, as well as the basic daily cultivation of the many great cultivators in the Three Houses and Two Directorates.

For precisely this reason, Jing Qian was extremely eager for the coming Destiny Fire Burns the Body.

The sixth-grade Purple Destiny Furnace possessed pure and refined flames, innately capable of helping cultivators awaken destiny one level higher.

If an ordinary Rogue Cultivator used a White Flame Stove to awaken a Green-Wing Destiny, then after switching to the Purple Destiny Furnace, they would at the very least advance to a Blue-Blood Destiny!

This was the first step in the vast gap between Rogue Cultivators and cultivators with inherited traditions!

For Jing Qian, this life's second body-burning process was equally crucial!

He took three White Fang-grade Sea Demon magical materials from the Void Realm to serve as the necessary materials for the "Three Sacrifices Establishing Fate Method."

Immediately afterward, he sent his mind directly into the Destiny Stele Space.

This time, he did not use the Void Realm to conceal his body. Instead, he completed the transfer of consciousness while meditating.

Sitting beneath the Destiny Stele, Jing Qian began an exceptionally important round of cultivation preparations.

He connected to the Destiny Stele with his spiritual sense and used one Destiny Forging Opportunity.

Immediately afterward, the Tide Destiny, at the half-step Blue-Blood rank, appeared atop the Destiny Stele.

Jing Qian did not pause and used a second Destiny Forging Opportunity.

This time, it was the Sewing Souls and Weaving Spirits Destiny's turn to enter this place and land atop the Destiny Stele.

The third Destiny Forging Opportunity continued to activate!

The final Sumeru Destiny in his sea of consciousness was also moved onto the Destiny Stele.

At this point, Jing Qian had expended three precious Destiny Forging Opportunities, yet he had not sought to reforge his destinies.

Instead, relying on the power of the Destiny Forging Opportunities, he had made a perfect attempt!

At present, Jing Qian's sea of consciousness was completely empty. Not the slightest trace of destiny remained within it. There were only more than a dozen White Fang Destiny Essences.

He had miraculously created the illusion of having returned to the perfected Nourishing Essence realm!

There was no trace of destiny anywhere in his body, yet this did not affect his use of the power of the three destinies in the slightest!

Using Destiny Fire Burns the Body to temper his Magic Power and cultivation was certainly an excellent thing.

But how could that compare with establishing his destiny once more?

With a deeper reserve of destiny essence, richer experience in establishing destiny, and the mightier Purple Destiny Furnace, Jing Qian would establish his destiny again.

What kind of destiny harvest would he obtain?

The thought filled him with boundless anticipation!

He silently regulated his breathing and nurtured his soul and Magic Power. Three days passed in the blink of an eye!

The auspicious hour arrived. An immeasurable crimson-purple destiny fire poured out through a special conduit in the roof beam of the side room!

The raging flames drenched Jing Qian, turning him into a blazing torch!

He steadied his heart and urged the fourteen White Fang Destiny Essences within his body to charge toward the destiny fire.

The three White Fang magical materials before him melted in an instant. As the wondrous formula of the "Three Sacrifices Establishing Fate Method" unfolded, his mind once again entered that hazy, primordial, and strange space.

End of Chapter
Novel
How was this translation?

Explore the wiki