Chapter 71: The Saint Descends
Two hours after Wu Fei developed a fever, while he was in a fragmented state, a wisp of essence overflowed from his hundreds of apertures—this was a wisp of innate Qi leaking out upon returning to the innate state. Meanwhile, San Gu, whose roasted memories were about to dissipate, finally awaited this day of rising to prominence. She pinched her finger formula, collected this wisp of innate Qi, then pressed one palm on her navel.
Afterward, San Gu, who had long been disciplined into a daze, felt that the process of her memory deletion and encryption had finally stopped. She blankly stared at the words “task completed” in her vision for a long time, dazedly nodded, then a wave of fatigue surged up. She felt a black hole in her abdomen absorbing essence, Qi, and spirit, and thus fainted by the bedside.
After waking from the fragmented state, Wu Fei looked at the academic credit in the system that had inexplicably increased by a segment, as well as San Gu at the foot of the bed.
At first glance, Wu Fei did not recognize this San Gu and thought she was the one stuffed in from outside to warm his bed, whom he had kicked off the bed with one foot. But thinking about it, no, he was at war, military camp discipline was extremely strict, who would do such a thing?
Looking closely, good grief, San Gu, who had always been intellectually beautiful, was now sprawled at the foot of his bed like her tendons and bones had been extracted. Her face was against the bed edge, no more than three inches from his stinky feet.
Wu Fei was bewildered: What happened, did I get drunk last night? (Quickly turning to quibbling) No, I was sick! How could a patient possibly, hmm?!
Wu Fei looked down at his pants, which were fine, but after waking up in the early morning, it was inevitable to be somewhat firm, so he sat up from the bed.
System playback: “You did not tumble with passion, but the child is yours.”
Wu Fei nodded, and one second later reacted, saying to the system: “What did you say?”
System: “We used an extremely excellent method to extract the ‘genetic seed’ from your body and completed conception in a non-contact manner. This is the most popular breeding method in the fortieth century.”
After confirming the playback from last night, Wu Fei ascertained that this deranged woman had used some unknown magic to steal the ancestral Y chromosome from his somatic cells, his expression aggrieved.
Wu Fei: “I didn’t feel anything.” —But his attention turned back to the system.
Wu Fei: “Why did my academic credit increase by 3.1 points?”
System: “At this point in the course, you need to have an heir. This will add stability to your force. —Your next homework includes cultivating the next generation successor for your force.”
Wu Fei: “What, just this one time and it increases by 3.1 academic credits?”
Hearing a whimper, Wu Fei looked at the person “with no embroidered sash on shoulders, two arms gleaming.” His mind suddenly went blank, miscellaneous thoughts surging, “Since it’s already like that, then now—”
Just as Wu Fei’s hand was about to extend to satisfy his desire, he still stopped.
No other reason! Wu Fei still did not know how to handle this Kun cultivator’s arbitrary actions last night.
Wu Fei thought to himself: “Maybe I’m being oversensitive. Speaking of which, after my child is born, will this woman immediately drain my essence, Qi, and spirit, and do what Empress Lü did.”
In his previous life, Wu Fei handled desires without needing women at all. Sleeping in the same bed but with different dreams would only disrupt everything.
Thus, after San Gu woke up, Wu Fei just pulled her up and instructed: “Drink more hot water, tell me what you want to eat, I’ll arrange it.” Then he sent her out of the barracks.
…Servicing complete dividing line…
When San Gu walked out of the camp, she happened to see Ang Ri waiting. Ang Ri, upon seeing this, stared at San Gu unblinkingly, then cupped his hands and said to her: “Congratulations, Madam.”
San Gu paused slightly, smiled and countered: “What is there to congratulate?”
Ang Ri said loudly: “Yesterday I observed the celestial phenomena and discovered rosy clouds above the main camp, with the canopy linking to the seven southern mansions. At midnight last night, it condensed a strand of elite fire Qi that fell into our main camp, most of it in the General’s tent, and Madam, you also obtained a great opportunity.”
San Gu: “Fellow Daoist overpraises. Please keep this matter confidential.”
Ang Ri nodded and immediately gave his guarantee, that if there were matters in the rear palace in the future, he would certainly stand with the eldest son’s faction.
As for why Ang Ri was so proactive? He knew that if he could divine the result, others could too. The news would soon spread, and at that time all sides would actively come to offer advice, while he, being close to the water tower, would get the moon first and might as well advance first.
Because the Wu Family southern route army had long suffered from Wu Fei having no heir.
While Ang Ri was talking with San Gu here, immediately a hundred meters away, Gongshu Wang was holding his compass constantly calculating, then looked down and searched his way here. Suddenly he looked up and saw Ang Ri here, stunned for a moment. Then upon discovering that Ang Ri was using the ritual for the enshrined Mistress toward San Gu, he instantly understood something, glanced toward Wu Fei’s large tent, his expression brightening, and the compass in his hand also trembled.
He immediately walked over and said: “It seems my Feng Shui is still inferior to Fellow Daoist’s star observation method.”
Then he cupped hands and bowed to San Gu: “Congratulations, Madam. Yesterday I sensed changes in the mountains and rivers Qi mechanism: Western white, Northern Black Tortoise, Eastern Azure Dragon are all in place, and today the Southern spirit has also taken position.”
Thus, while Wu Fei was completely unaware, the Rearguard Faction had already appeared outside the tent.
…Inside the military tent,…
After sending San Gu away, Wu Fei lightly did a set of broadcast gymnastics, then checked his body data, confirming no unstable physical data from last night’s events.
Wu Fei nodded: “As I said, my body is super healthy. Sick for one night, sweated it out and got better.”
However, Wu Fei paused, suddenly feeling something—that he seemed to have no sensation of sweating. He reached his hand to his collar and wiped, slightly stunned. His hand did not withdraw, but he rubbed his fingers. There was no dirt on his fingers, but ash powder, like powder scraped from chalk.
Wu Fei immediately undid his clothes and found his underwear covered in a layer of fine black ash, but it all disappeared with a slight shake.
Then Wu Fei squatted down, took off his boots, then removed his socks and smelled the stinky socks, but there was no sweat smell. He shook the socks, and layers of white ash fell out.
Wu Fei then scraped his mouth, very slick, confirming he still had bodily fluids. He sucked his finger and nodded, but after withdrawing his finger, Wu Fei was stunned—the liquid on his finger volatilized as quickly as alkane leaking from a lighter.
Wu Fei paused, spat saliva onto his palm, and it quickly volatilized again.
“Cough cough cough—”
Wu Fei spat phlegm onto the ground; three seconds later, the thick phlegm volatilized into fine flying ash. Like the fine ash around a hot boiler, a gust of wind could blow it away.
Wu Fei paused, feeling something wrong. He found a place to urinate but had no urge, touched his stomach and had no bowel urge. After drinking a bucket of water and eating a basin of rice, waiting a while, still none. Wu Fei discovered his metabolic products had all turned into extremely fine dust. This dust had no stickiness and was inorganic.
Then he did movements. On the fifty-seventh movement, clearly a gymnastics-level 360-degree spin, while airborne, he felt his feet landing solidly.
Such intense movements should have caused sweating all over, dampness under arms and back, but now it was extremely dry, a heat flowing through his body. In his perception, he saw surrounding airflow surging.
He walked to a pottery water jar nearby, reached for the ladle; his hand just touched the water surface with a “sizzle,” Wu Fei sharply withdrew, then stunned, slowly extended his hand gently into the water jar, touched the surface again, another “sizzle” boiling sound, but it was not his hand scalded, rather bubbles rising in the jar.
Wu Fei found fine powder on his body again, but not the previous black ash, rather white like talcum powder. (The previous black ash was from expelling one round of impurities.)
Wu Fei: “System, system, what’s going on.”
System: “Recent scan shows a ‘strong oxidation zone’ in your body, with oxidation effect up to tens of thousands times normal metabolism, now under monitoring. Please watch your diet and rest, do not get heated.”
Wu Fei: “What the heck is in my body.”
System: “Your fire is a bit strong, but it doesn’t look like there’s any problem for now.”
Wu Fei was touching the candle here, looking at the melted wax oil and asking: “This is fire strong?”
System impatiently: “Aren’t you cultivating Pure Yang True Body? Didn’t you just cultivate a problem?”
Wu Fei heard “Pure Yang True Body” and stared blankly at the sky, giggling foolishly: “I succeeded? Haha.”
System: “It can be sealed now, requiring consumption of 0.01 academic credit points.”
Wu Fei: “What, why would I seal it, wait?” — Wu Fei became vigilant and asked: “What side effects does this thing have?”
System: “No side effects, just that your current state requires stricter safety production standards. Strong oxidation property, which will rise rapidly as your metabolism strengthens, so the fire prevention level needs to be raised.”
Just as the words fell, the bamboo slips Wu Fei picked up began to blacken, the writing on them becoming unclear, obviously carbonized from being roasted.
System: “Of course, if you’re sure you can control your emotions to the point of supreme forgetfulness, you can control the form at any time, so there’s no need to worry about accidental fires around you.” (Just like a child can’t control bedwetting at night, the young Vermilion Bird can’t control burning the surroundings)
Wu Fei: “Fine fine fine, seal.” Having just gotten 3.1 academic credits, Wu Fei was obviously very generous, not short of this 0.01 academic credit.
Although Wu Fei was very happy to see his current “super oxidizing human” strange ability, if he were an atom man in his previous life, he would definitely keep this badass ability on his body, so others couldn’t mess with him. But now that he holds great power, this anomaly is very bad.
System: “Given the sports guidelines, this seal is fused mainly based on your current human base data. As your own control completes a higher level body balance system architecture, the seal will gradually unlock.”
As this sentence was recorded, a large amount of data jumped in the system. Wu Fei didn’t understand the meaning of this sentence.
By the way, what is the quality of something exchanged for 0.01 academic credit? Wu Fei didn’t think about it, treating it like buying a popsicle on the street for fifty cents.
In the microscopic world that Wu Fei couldn’t see, fluctuations appeared on the microscopic atoms of Wu Fei’s body. The information code of Vermilion Bird Fire hidden in the atomic nucleus was disassembled like bricks, then inserted with some control codes like building a wall. This way, Wu Fei’s mind could forcibly control the “Vermilion Bird life genetic activity” switch in the atomic nucleus. To put it in more fantastical terms, he could freely control the activity level of his own Vermilion Bird Fire bloodline.
When needing to suppress the Vermilion Bird bloodline, he would be like a normal person, eating, drinking, shitting, pissing, and sleeping.
And after unleashing the bloodline in his body, Wu Fei tried it, and within ten minutes, he turned into a “walking fire man,” with no blemishes on his body only dropping ash dust, and wherever killing intent touched, large patches of smoke appeared there.
And the surrounding creatures more or less had some evil qi recognized by Vermilion Bird Fire, for example, the dragon horse he was riding had its intestinal worms in the belly all burned to death, emitting strong light like a filament, clearly visible through its belly skin.
Due to the super perfect large control mechanism built by the system between Wu Fei’s organic life and nuclear genes. This means Wu Fei’s carbon-based body perfectly matches the Vermilion Bird nuclear state.
Wu Fei is now in human form, only because Xi Ren Realm is suitable for carbon-based life existence, that is, if Wu Fei were thrown into a neutron star now, after the carbon-based body is destroyed in an instant, he wouldn’t die, but would directly transform into Vermilion Bird due to nuclear metabolism starting.
As the divine beast bloodline fully formed, a quantum signal spread in the universe, informing all subordinate divine beasts that the noble had appeared, and those who should pay homage should come.
Thus, that Vermilion Bird six thousand light-years away, unable to leave the supernova nest, still decided to send a “feather” incarnation rushing toward Xi Ren Realm. However, even so, it would take centuries to arrive.
Wu Fei was completely unaware of this, and even unclear about what the dust on his body meant for the southern border.
Not long after, Ang Ri entered the tent, reported the military camp situation to Wu Fei, and then while Wu Fei was out, he reached out and grabbed Wu Fei’s clothes covered in ash and took them away. He even used a spell to seal them, not letting a single bit of dust leak down.
…re-entering the command position…
In the less than twenty shichen that Wu Fei was away from the command post, the interior of the military camp was tense to the extreme. Although Wu Fei had strictly ordered yesterday not to reveal that he was sick, due to the sudden backlog of military affairs in the main tent, rumors about Wu Fei falling ill still spread in the camp, causing small-scale rumors, and the Staff Department had to implement the strictest curfew.
And with Wu Fei’s reappearance, each camp team began to continue making related plans, advancing step by step toward Ling River.
Two days later, the three routes of Wu Family Army arrived at Ling River to water the horses.
Regarding the southern border battle, Wu Fei planned to arrange for himself to go to the riverbank to check it out.
However, just as Wu Fei was preparing to leave the central army, Zhao Tu advised Wu Fei: “The south has a lot of miasma. Your body is worth thousands of gold, not suitable to take risks.” He even wanted to grab Wu Fei’s armor, but didn’t dare to do it.
Wu Fei was slightly stunned, because this speaking style was absolutely not Zhao Tu’s own words, but someone taught this blockhead.
One shichen later, in the central army
Wu Fei glanced at the others in the military tent, immediately trying to find out who it was, which guy was forming a faction. And all the officers and soldiers in the tent, from Ang Ri these southern border surrender faction to the Wu Family Army’s own faction, all stood up at once to uniformly advise Wu Fei not to take risks.
Wu Fei understood, it wasn’t that interest factions had appeared below, but that he was slightly ill yesterday, suddenly forming a unified front below.
Everyone felt that, in the current great advantage, the most heart-pounding thing for the army now was Wu Fei having a “minor ailment.”
In the past few hundred years, quite a few famous generals appeared in the southern border army, but most of them, when deep into southern border, somehow fell ill and died. These abruptly ended southern expeditions, in historical records to the outside, were all due to miasma infection.
Wu Fei thus unexpectedly encountered the special situation of “his subordinates collectively disobeying orders.”
Originally, Wu Fei had also anticipated similar scenarios, that this situation would only appear after his great defeat. For this, Wu Fei had relevant worst-case response plans. When encountering collective opposition, just skip the conflict for now.
Wu Fei looked at the unanimous demands of the generals and nodded, indicating he wouldn’t leave the camp.
Then the generals relaxed began waiting for orders.
…rear army camp…
In the military tent, Jia Mude was fiddling with the alchemy furnace, and beside the alchemy furnace was a piece of clothing, this was Wu Fei’s underwear, brought by Ang Ri.
As for why Ang Ri did this? Because Jia Mude was skilled in alchemy. And after Jia Mude saw
He brushed all the ash off his clothes, then collected it into a fire jade bottle.
Then he said to Ang Ri, “In the future, once you obtain this item, it must definitely be preserved using fire attribute Precious Jade. Do not let it come into contact with water, otherwise the medicinal properties will be lost.”
After Jia Mude finished speaking, he began alchemy. Regarding the origin of the item that Ang Ri mentioned, he did not think much about it. Ever since Jia Mude was exploited day and night by Wu Qing, and his spirit was completely controlled by the Ash Flow Pill, he had become more and more like a puppet, only able to listen to topics he was interested in. For other topics, he was like a fool who could not hear a thing.
The ash entered the alchemy furnace and immediately floated within it, like interstellar gas gathering into a primordial star. The red dust turned into a star disk, then condensed in the center into scorching light.
These ashes that fell from Wu Xiao Que’s body, although they no longer undergo organic metabolism and their internal nuclear code has also temporarily stopped, but when slightly catalyzed in the alchemy furnace, the process of chemical reactions in the ashes driving the nuclear code continued to occur.
Jia Mude’s expression became extremely serious, and the fire control spell in his hand became exceptionally dense, making the medicinal properties milder during the process of condensing the scorching “star core” in the alchemy furnace.
That is, there are more organic control circuits in the nuclear code; otherwise, the Sacred Fire would burn both the person and the evil spirits together.
As the pill was refined, Jia Mude looked at this fiery red gemstone-like pill. Compared to the Ash Flow Pill’s half-black, half-red state, this item clearly possessed even more divine charm. With a gentle sniff, it was as if a phoenix was chirping softly by his ear.
Jia Mude trembled as he consumed it. As soon as he swallowed it, fire appeared on his body, and strands of black ash seeped out from his pores. His complexion changed from pale to ruddy.
Jia Mude was sweating profusely, exerting effort to utilize every bit of the pill’s power. Finally, he opened his eyes, and at the same time, a breath of white vapor sprayed from his mouth.
After his expression was liberated, Jia Mude looked complex: “Daoist priest, I’m all good now.” —Yes, the issue of the Ash Flow Pill refining his spirit into candle fire was instantly resolved.
After succeeding, Jia Mude suddenly realized a problem he hadn’t noticed at the beginning: where did the raw materials for refining this pill come from? Then, upon seeing that piece of clothes, his gaze condensed once more, as if he had returned to his previous dazed and foolish state.
