The Many Mysteries of a Spirit Body, an Untalented Old Scholar

Zhuo Xinlan, the young girl, felt like she was dreaming.

After being kidnapped by some people who claimed to be her uncles and aunts, she fell into the hands of someone who claimed to be her aunt.

At first, her aunt treated her very well, showing concern for her well-being, preparing food, clothing, and daily necessities for her, providing her with bathing spices, and taking meticulous care of her.

But she's fourteen years old; she's not a clueless little kid.

When she tried to escape to find her father, Zhuo Yuan, she was caught by her aunt.

The aunt then gave her a frightening look and fed her the pills.

From then on, Zhuo Xinlan was only awake for a very short time each day.

Every time she woke up, she would see either her aunt or those monks, who spoke to her respectfully, but their eyes always filled her with fear.

But today, she not only saw her father, but also saw the people who terrified her, all lying weakly on the ground.

Is this true?

The little girl looked up at the sky.

On the high rooftops in the distance, several swallows were chirping and chattering.

The swallows, initially afraid of the strong winds on the long street, dared not cross this area, so they rested on the rooftops and preened their feathers.

As the little girl looked at them.

The swallows seemed to suddenly sense something, and they all turned to look at her, their calls becoming somewhat unified, as if you could feel their surprise.

Zhuo Xinlan smiled and said, "It's true."

Swallows fly far away and are small targets, so they are not noticed by ordinary people.

Chu Tianshu felt a strange sensation.

When the little girl looked at the swallows, they seemed to become a little smarter, and the two sides communicated smoothly.

When Chu Tianshu looked closely at the swallows, he discovered that they were just a few ordinary swallows.

Even normal animals, despite possessing a certain level of intelligence and expressive ability, could never so briefly explain what happened using only vocalizations.

"Xiaolan!"

The fierce wind had subsided on the long street, and the blond man anxiously stepped forward and hugged the little girl.

Zhuo Xinlan called out "Father" again, her voice already trembling with tears. Her smile hadn't faded before tears welled up in her eyes.

The blond man laughed and cried at the same time, repeatedly thanking Chu Tianshu: "I am Zhuo Yuan, thank you so much for saving me, my benefactor."

Thank you! Thank you!

As he laughed and cried, the sharp and murderous aura around him seemed to crumble. He groaned and collapsed to the ground.

Zhuo Xinlan almost fell down with him. Seeing blood trickling from her father's mouth, she exclaimed in alarm, "Father, what happened to you?"

Chu Tianshu floated over and placed his hand on Zhuo Yuan's shoulder.

The meridians in this person's body have undergone significant alterations.

The human body is primarily balanced, and while emotions and desires may arise occasionally, it is not suitable for prolonged periods of extreme emotional states.

Zhuo Yuan, by using his own painful emotions, attracted the power of the Moon Turbidity, thus creating a self-contained cycle.

For him, there is no longer a distinction between training mode, normal mode, and combat mode.

He must maintain this cycle at all times.

It's not surprising that the meridians have become abnormal.

Now that he saw that his daughter seemed to have been rescued, Zhuo Yuan's emotions were so intense that he could no longer maintain his composure and was on the verge of losing his life.

Chu Tianshu's hands emitted a green aura mixed with fragments of gold light, and he directly reinforced Zhuo Yuan's meridians with a powerful internal force.

The Demonic Dao True Qi impacted the inner walls of the meridians, unable to break through, and was quickly neutralized.

The more it is offset, the more unbalanced and restless it becomes.

Under such intense exertion, within a few breaths, the Demonic Dao True Qi was nearly depleted, degenerating into a normal internal force.

After a moment of deathly pallor, Zhuo Yuan gradually regained some color and said with deep shame, "Thank you so much for saving me, my benefactor."

He had been saved again, and he felt powerless to express his gratitude verbally, but he couldn't think of any way to repay the favor.

"Alright, this isn't a proper place to talk in the street."

Chu Tianshu patted his shoulder, "Your normal skills are still there. Help me find a rope and tie all these people up. We'll take them away."

A voice came from Pengcheng Tavern.

"I happen to have a rope here."

Sure enough, the old scholar in charge of the accounts carried a bundle of hemp rope as he stepped out of the tavern, followed by more than ten people to help him.

"Sir, you stayed at the tavern a few days ago, so you're quite familiar with the place."

The old scholar walked up to Chu Tianshu, smiled, and cupped his hands in greeting. "Tying up these seventy-odd people and taking them far away might attract too much attention. How about we rest at a tavern first?"

Chu Tianshu sized him up. "Offering unsolicited favors."

"We would not dare to deceive you, sir."

The old scholar said, "Our lord has some grudges with the East Sea Xiao Family. That woman just now was from the East Sea Xiao Family, and we have been paying attention to his journey."

"We probably know the ins and outs of why the young lady from the Zhuo family was transported to the Northern Dynasty better than she and her father do."

Chu Tianshu smiled, "You mean she's from the Zhuo family?"

The old scholar said solemnly, "Since she was raised by the Zhuo Yuan, she is naturally a member of the Zhuo family."

Chu Tianshu had indeed sensed several presences in the tavern earlier, who seemed intent on making a move when Zhuo Yuan was in danger.

However, he thought the others were too slow, so he took the initiative.

Chu Tianshu said, "Alright, let's go to the tavern first."

The old scholar felt a sense of relief.

"Then let them manage this place."

The old scholar waved to the people behind him and said, "Esteemed guests, gentlemen of the Zhuo family, please go and rest for a while, and have some tea and pastries."

Chu Tianshu nodded and stepped forward, with the old scholar beside him.

Walking alone is boring, so Chu Tianshu casually said, "How much do you really know about them? Tell me."

The old scholar readily accepted good advice.

"Sir, you noticed those swallows earlier, so you've probably guessed it already."

The old scholar spoke with a touch of solemnity.

"Indeed, this little girl is a Spirit Body."

Chu Tianshu had indeed heard Lu Yuande mention it once.

They possess extraordinary talents and are different from ordinary people, thus they are called Spirit Body.

Over the past century, there have been many reports of Spirit Body in the world, but some of them are just rumors and misinformation.

Based on some verifiable information, the abilities possessed by Spirit Body vary.

However, they have one thing in common: Spirit Body are more adaptable to the power of Moon Turbidity.

Under the same circumstances, they can absorb more of the Moon Turbidity's turbidity without losing their sanity.

Lu Yuande brought this up because one of his fellow disciples was Spirit Body who took less than one-fifth of the medicine others used, yet his cultivation progressed much more smoothly.

"Back then, in the East Sea Xiao Family, there was a Attaining the Dao skilled master who possessed a Spirit Body body. It was no easy task for you, Lord Marquis, to kill him."

The old scholar continued, "The Xiao Clan is a prominent clan with a large population, whose members hold positions in various places."

"Although the Marquis traveled to several places and killed all the famous experts in that clan, many clansmen still received the news and went into hiding."

"One branch of them pledged allegiance to the Xiao family in the Jiankang. To elevate their status, they contributed a secret clan technique that could attempt to cultivate Spirit Body identical to that of their ancestor."

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Yuan exclaimed in surprise, "So Xiaolan's parents are really from the East Sea Xiao Family? But back then..."

The female corpse he had seen was clearly that of a wandering swordsman who had a minor reputation in the martial arts world at that time.

He had always believed that she was Xiaolan's mother.

"Rumors circulate that to ensure pure bloodlines, one must have relatives within the clan mate. However, this is a misunderstanding. Cultivating Spirit Body is a very complex matter, and having clan members mate may not necessarily be a good thing."

The old scholar explained, "The Xiao Clan has abducted many martial arts practitioners and men with unusual birth dates and times."

"The little girl's mother is probably not from the Xiao Clan family."

Fourteen years ago, Xiao Liang heard about this and went to Jiankang with his sword.

In the past, everyone tacitly agreed that he killed the East Sea Xiao Family only to avenge his family, and outsiders did not interfere.

So he used that same reason to accuse him.

That day, chaos erupted at the Xiao Clan. Many of the kidnapped martial artists escaped, but only a small number were later found by Xiao Liang and brought back to Pengcheng.

Zhuo Xinlan was taken away and escaped at that time.

"I think the Xiao Clan just stumbled upon this little girl's Spirit Body by sheer luck."

The old scholar placed his fist in front of his lips, cleared his throat, and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Not long ago, the young girl must have had her first period, which was detected by the Xiao Clan's Bloodline Tracking Disc..."

Spells like bloodline tracking often have distance limitations.

However, in certain situations, the spell's effect can be greatly enhanced.

A woman's first menstrual period is one such event.

Then came the news that the Xiao Clan intended to form an alliance with Celebration of the Sage Temple using their Spirit Body, and that many interested people already knew about this.

"We originally planned to make our move at night and send the girl to Pengcheng to settle down."

The old scholar said admiringly, "I never expected that you, sir, would intervene and break the Great Sumeru Formation in broad daylight. I admire you greatly."

Chu Tianshu asked, "How did you originally plan to break the formation? By charging straight in?"

He asked this question hoping that perhaps the world's number one swordsman had given these people some unique method to break the formation.

Unexpectedly, the old scholar turned his eyes away, his tone somewhat unfocused.

"Sir, you previously received acupuncture from a fellow Daoist priest, so you must be well-versed in medical principles. You should also know that those of us who study medicine should also learn about poisons."

"I am but a humble and unworthy person. In my childhood, I was mischievous and, when I was learning about poisons, I put in a little more effort than when I was learning about medicine."

"Although masters of the Demonic Dao possess exceptionally agile and alert True Qi, I... have also gained some successful experience in striking them."

Chu Tianshu paused slightly, his steps faltering with a look of deep respect.

"I've decided I won't eat anything from your tavern today."

(End of this chapter)