But Wu Fei was not worried. In the book, the protagonist had obtained the inheritance even after entering with others, let alone now, when he was two days early.
Only after Jing Fanyu's figure had vanished completely did his gaze shift slightly. He lightly stroked the black xiao hanging from his prayer beads, the corners of his lips lifting a little. His voice was so soft that it seemed to dissolve into the wind as soon as he spoke.
"Jing Fanyu, Yin Fan, see you in five days."
Then, as though he already had a destination in mind, he headed toward a palace. Ignoring the restriction on its doors, he walked straight inside, his figure slowly disappearing behind them.
Two days later, more and more cultivators had gathered around the inheritance grounds. That day, as the last trace of night was dispelled from the small world, everyone's hearts suddenly jolted, and they flew out.
Just then, they had suddenly sensed a premonition: the inheritance was about to appear.
Standing beside his fellow disciples, Kuzheng sighed. "Senior Brother only left a message before disappearing. Who knows where he went?"
Beside him, Kusi, the oldest of the Buddha Spirit Sect disciples, said calmly, "The Buddha's Son must have important business to attend to. There's no need to worry."
Among his fellow disciples in the Buddha Spirit Sect, Wu Fei had always been considered extremely reliable. Even his senior brothers sometimes had to follow his instructions.
As they spoke, the yellow sand before them suddenly began to disperse layer by layer. In mere moments, it had vanished entirely, revealing the inheritance grounds hidden behind it.
"Is that mysterious lightning wood?!"
The trunks of mysterious lightning wood could help cultivators withstand lightning tribulations, and the mysterious lightning fruit they bore could likewise ward off lightning tribulations when refined into pills and consumed. Every part was immensely useful, and for that very reason, it had long since gone extinct in the cultivation world.
"Why isn't there any mysterious lightning fruit?"
There were roughly a dozen mysterious lightning wood trees, yet not a single fruit.
A puzzled voice asked, "Why do these look like pits someone dug in the ground...?"
Everyone took a closer look. It was not just around the mysterious lightning wood; there were several dozen pits of various sizes throughout the inheritance grounds.
It looked as though... someone had dug up the heavenly materials and earthly treasures that should have been there?!
Of the two culprits responsible for all this, one was endlessly practicing the way of the sword inside an inheritance space, while the other was... fishing?
Expressionless, Wu Fei reeled in his line and flicked a silver fish into the pool behind him. His movements were quite practiced, for he had already been fishing for two whole days.
Wu Fei had not appeared much in the book, so he had never expected this Buddhist cultivator's inheritance to take such a form...
After a pause, Wu Fei slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were as tranquil as the lake before him.
The hook entered the water with a faint sound.
An unknown amount of time passed. His surroundings grew ever quieter, until all that remained in Wu Fei's eyes were the crude fishing rod in his hand and the clear lake before him.
Splash-
Wu Fei emerged from the exquisite state of mind. A fish with a golden-red tail hung from the hook before him, flailing as it was tossed into the pool behind him.
The moment the fish entered the pool, the rod in his hand dissolved into motes of light. A Buddhist cultivator resembling a wrathful vajra guardian appeared beside Wu Fei and looked him up and down.
"Do you possess an innate exquisite heart?"
Wu Fei rose calmly. "Greetings, Senior. This junior does indeed possess an innate exquisite heart."
Two meditation cushions appeared beside the pool, and the Buddhist cultivator sat down. "That fish is called the Soul-Cleansing Nether Fish. You're the second person to have caught it. Junior, what is the situation outside now?"
"The great inheritance tomb has opened, and we have come seeking inheritances. More than forty thousand years have passed since you seniors left your inheritances behind," Wu Fei replied, sitting cross-legged on the other cushion.
"To think more than forty thousand years have already passed..." The Buddhist cultivator sighed, then continued, "You have attained the exquisite state of mind, so there is little I can teach you about Buddhist teachings. But I see that while your defense is more than sufficient, your offense lacks an edge."
"I have a few martial skills and secret methods here that will make up for your shortcomings nicely."
Wu Fei bowed. "Thank you, Senior."
Another three days passed. The many cultivators who had entered two days later than Wu Fei and Jing Fanyu had each entered inheritance palaces, as had those who arrived afterward.
A beam of spiritual light shot into the sky. All the cultivators inside one inheritance palace were transported outside, and beams of spiritual light of varying thicknesses lit up around them.
"So those spirit fish turn into spiritual qi and increase our cultivation..."
That way, even if they failed to obtain an inheritance, they would not leave empty-handed.
Kuzheng's cultivation rose straight to the late Golden Core realm. Looking around, he saw that nearly everyone was a fellow disciple of his sect. He turned toward the inheritance palace. "Could the one receiving the inheritance inside be...?"
The same name surfaced in everyone's minds: the Buddha Spirit Sect's Buddha's Son, Wu Fei!
The spiritual light had yet to fade, and the pressure emanating from it grew ever stronger.
A spectator exclaimed in shock, "Is that the aura of the Spirit Transformation stage?!"
Wu Fei was somewhat surprised as well. He had not expected the spiritual power within that Soul-Cleansing Nether Fish to be so potent that it would push his cultivation straight to the peak Mahayana realm.
The small world's cultivation restriction had failed to react in time, allowing a trace of his Spirit Transformation stage aura to slip out before suppressing him back to the peak Nascent Soul realm an instant later.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the spiritual light abruptly dispersed, revealing the Buddha Spirit Sect's Buddha's Son, clad in black Buddhist robes, his expression calm.
Just then, the largest inheritance palace suddenly trembled. A fierce sword light seemed poised to break free of the palace's confines and soar into the sky.
Wu Fei stopped and turned slightly to look in that direction.
A shadowy figure wrapped in sword light flashed above the inheritance palace, and Wu Fei's gaze happened to catch it.
It was Jing Fanyu.
Author's note:
The title has changed from "The Buddha's Son Feeds the Demon with His Body (Transmigration into a Book)" to "The Buddha's Son Redeems the Demon with His Body (Transmigration into a Book)," because a certain character isn't allowed in book titles...
Author: I'm talking about you, certain character! (fierce)
"Feed": Boo-hoo, the author is so scary...
Then I took a look at the previous chapters while I was at it and discovered that some wording I'd changed while stockpiling chapters had somehow all glitched back to the versions from before the edits. So I made a few small revisions. The plot hasn't changed; it's just things like replacing "sect master" with "sect leader." It won't affect those of you lovelies who've already read them.
Chapter 11: Following the Demon Venerable
The next moment, a group of sword cultivators was transported out of the inheritance palace. After exchanging glances, they all turned their eyes toward the palace.