thefictionvixens Chapter 38 Zhuge Qing's Inner Demons
Chapter 38 Zhuge Qing's Inner Demons
Early morning, at Tingfeng Pavilion.
It has to be said that Ma Xianhong's service awareness in order to keep Su Wuxian, this technical genius, was on par with Haidilao (a famous hot pot restaurant chain).
Just as dawn was breaking, he arrived with two beautiful puppet figures, carrying a steaming hot breakfast.
Not only were there freshly ground soy milk and fried dough sticks, but there was also Cantonese morning tea, which I don't know where it came from, and the whole table was filled with it.
"Uncle Su, Master Tian, did you sleep well last night?"
He had received news last night that the seemingly imposing and domineering old man was actually the Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei.
He was so frightened that he couldn't sleep all night.
I arrived early this morning.
Ma Xianhong poured tea for Zhang Zhiwei with great enthusiasm, acting as if he were serving his own father.
"It's alright, but there are a lot of mosquitoes in the mountains."
Su Wuxian picked up a shrimp dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth, glancing at the person following behind Ma Xianhong.
That was Zhuge Qing.
This cunning fox, who usually squinted and looked like he had everything under control, appeared unusually haggard at this moment.
His eyes were sunken, his face was pale, and even his signature blue hair looked dry and messy.
He stood there, his gaze occasionally drifting towards the direction of the inner village, revealing a restless anxiety bordering on madness.
"Little Zhuge, what's wrong with you?"
Su Wuxian put down his chopsticks and teased:
"You looked so radiant during the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, why do you look so haggard now?"
"You went thief last night? You look like an eighty-year-old man even more than me!"
Zhuge Qing snapped out of his daze, gave a wry smile, and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Su Wuxian:
"Senior Su is too kind. I simply... have some unresolved questions and feel uneasy."
"Puzzled?"
Su Wuxian wiped his mouth, knowing full well the answer:
"Is it because of Wang Ye's Feng Hou Qi Men technique? Or is it because of Ma Xianhong's broken furnace?"
Zhuge Qing's body trembled.
It hit a nerve.
As a descendant of Zhuge Liang, he has always been proud of his family's Wuhou Qimen Dunjia.
Until the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, he was defeated by Wang Ye's Feng Hou Qi Men.
That feeling of helplessness—"having calculated everything, yet still unable to control it"—became his inner demon.
Ma Xianhong's Body-Cultivating Furnace is said to be able to help people achieve perfection.
This was an irresistible temptation for him.
"You have a discerning eye, senior."
Zhuge Qing took a deep breath and stopped hiding it:
"I want to enter the Body Refinement Furnace. I want to see what perfection truly is. I want to know... whether I can also master that power."
I want to take a gamble.
"bet?"
Su Wuxian chuckled, stood up, and walked to Zhuge Qing.
He was slightly taller than Zhuge Qing, and at this moment he looked down at this genius sorcerer:
"Zhuge Qing, do you really think that as long as you go into that furnace and have your meridians slightly modified, you can rival the Eight Extraordinary Techniques?"
"What do you take spiritual practice for? Like flashing a phone's firmware? A one-click upgrade?"
Zhuge Qing lowered his head, his fists clenched:
"I know this is taking a shortcut. But... I'm not willing to accept it. I'm not willing for the martial arts tradition of thousands of years to be defeated by a madman's creation of a strange method!"
"It's a good thing to be unwilling to accept it."
Su Wuxian reached out and gently placed his hand on Zhuge Qing's shoulder:
"But if you become a fool because you're unwilling to accept it, that's a different story."
"Come, look into my eyes."
Zhuge Qing subconsciously raised his head.
In that instant, he met a pair of eyes as deep and unfathomable as the universe.
"Buzz—"
The world has changed.
......
The interior world.
This is a mental space unique to warlocks.
Here, there is no time, no space, only endless nothingness and fireballs representing "problems".
Zhuge Qing suddenly opened his eyes and found himself floating in a pitch-black void.
Standing in front of him was the young man in the floral shirt—Su Wuxian.
"This...this is my interior space???"
Zhuge Qing was greatly alarmed.
He didn't actively open the inner realm, yet Su Wuxian managed to forcibly pull him in.
That must be an incredibly terrifying level of mental cultivation!
"Don't make a fuss."
Su Wuxian put his hands in his pockets and looked around as if he were strolling in a park:
"Your interior decoration is too simple, it's all dark and you didn't even put in any flowers or plants."
"Senior...why did you bring me here?"
Zhuge Qing asked warily.
"Didn't you want to know if the Body-Refining Furnace could help you?"
Su Wuxian pointed upwards:
"Warlocks, when they encounter problems they can't figure out, they just ask the heavens."
"Ask it, if you went into the cultivation furnace, would the outcome be good or bad?"
Zhuge Qing was taken aback.
You can get answers by asking questions inside the room.
But the greater the problem, and the more complex the cause and effect involved, the larger the "fireball" representing the answer will be, and it may even burn the sorcerer's spirit.
Questions about the level of the Self-Cultivation Furnace and the Eight Extraordinary Skills.
That fireball was absolutely devastating.
"What? You don't dare?" Su Wuxian raised an eyebrow.
"Who says I wouldn't dare!"
Zhuge Qing gritted his teeth, a thought flashed through his mind, and he asked loudly:
"I need to know if the Body Cultivation Furnace can help me surpass the Feng Hou Qi Men!"
Rumble—!
As the question was posed, a blinding flash of light suddenly appeared in the void.
A huge fireball, as hot as the sun, appeared out of thin air, carrying a world-destroying pressure, and crushed towards the two of them!
too big!
That fireball was as big as a building!
The heat emanating from it alone caused Zhuge Qing's soul to feel a sharp pain, as if he were about to be reduced to ashes in the next second.
"No...it's too big...I can't untie it..."
Zhuge Qing looked at the blazing sun in despair, his body trembling uncontrollably.
This is the price!
This is the price of prying into the secrets of heaven!
He simply can't afford it!
"Tsk, that's it?"
Just as Zhuge Qing was preparing to close his eyes and await death.
A lazy voice sounded in his ear.
Su Wuxian stood in front of Zhuge Qing.
Faced with the massive fireball hurtling towards him, he didn't use any magic or form any hand seals.
He simply stretched out one hand, as if shooing away a fly.
"Smack."
A crisp sound.
Under Zhuge Qing's horrified gaze, Su Wuxian gently patted the huge fireball.
still.
The fireball, which contained terrifying causal power, was actually stopped by a hand!
"Zhuge Qing, watch closely."
Su Wuxian turned around and smiled at the already stunned Zhuge Qing:
"All the answers in this world are just for reference."
"If someone's power is so great that they can disregard cause and effect..."
"So, does the answer even matter?"
After saying that, Su Wuxian clenched his fists tightly!
"Break for me!"
boom!!!
The enormous fireball in Su Wuxian's palm was like a fragile balloon, instantly bursting!
The sky exploded with flames, transforming into countless dazzling meteors that streaked across the dark void.
There was no backlash.
No harm was done.
The flames that represented cause and effect were completely devoured by a more domineering force the moment they touched Su Wuxian's body.
"This...this..."
Zhuge Qing slumped in the void, staring at the fireworks filling the sky, his mind blank.
It popped?
Holy crap!!!