Chapter 466: Chapter 152: [Sharpening the Blade]
Later, Gu Qingyi also kept those Evil Qi for himself.
And now, don’t even mention the Evil Qi extracted from the Mountain Demon; I’ve already developed Evil Qi from my own killings!
So, use this Evil Qi to grind the Primordial Spirit?
There’s an interesting relationship between the blade and the whetstone.
The longer you grind, the sharper the blade becomes!
Meanwhile, the whetstone will gradually be worn down.
In this way, the texture of the Primordial Spirit will be enhanced, and the Evil Qi will be expended!
This is a win-win method.
As for the grinding method, Gu Qingyi actually roughly explained it to Chen Yan.
To describe it simply and brutally:
Taking it head-on!
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There’s a skill in traditional martial arts that’s quite similar: Iron Sand Palm.
It involves mixing cooked soybeans with iron sand, and martial artists repeatedly thrust their palms into the mixture, grinding the flesh and bones of their hands.
Of course, it’s necessary to use excellent medicine to repair and nourish the hands.
After repeated grinding over time, one can eventually develop Iron Sand Palm!
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The so-called Primordial Spirit is the consciousness of the cultivator—Sea of Consciousness.
In those cultivation novels, the Primordial Spirit is often manifested as something called Nascent Soul.
Chen Yan’s Evil Qi has now tainted his nature and even fortune, but hasn’t directly entered the Primordial Spirit’s Sea of Consciousness. However, according to the little girl’s words, if it continues unchecked, it will eventually merge. Once merged, it becomes a deeply rooted Heart Demon, affecting future cultivation.
And grinding means actively using the Evil Qi to stimulate the Primordial Spirit’s Sea of Consciousness a little at a time, allowing the Primordial Spirit to sense it, resist, and endure. In the process of grinding, the Primordial Spirit’s Sea of Consciousness becomes more resilient.
Chen Yan returned home and tried it himself that night.
Then...
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A sharp scream echoed from Chen Yan’s master bedroom; the sound, how to put it...
It was like the sound of a man getting kicked in the crotch.
Chen Yan trembled all over, his eyes went black!!
He had just tried using the Sealing Spirit technique to extract a sliver of fortune tainted with Killing Qi, then consciously released his awareness, letting his Primordial Spirit’s Sea of Consciousness make contact.
And then, he immediately let out an ear-piercing scream!!
This pain wasn’t physical but seemed to originate from the depths of the soul. The agony instantly softened Chen Yan’s body, causing him to collapse on the ground, curling up and trembling uncontrollably.
He knew this moment was crucial. Though his eyes were black from pain, he didn’t dare let his spirit disperse; instead, he forcefully focused his spirit into a single point, gritting his teeth to fiercely resist!
The feeble thread of Evil Qi circled back and forth on the Primordial Spirit’s Sea of Consciousness, each time triggering a bout of uncontrollable spasms and shivers in Chen Yan.
To Chen Yan’s delight, however, as waves of pain came, the thread of Evil Qi gradually dissipated...
This process lasted a full half hour before Chen Yan finally completely "ground away" that sliver of Evil Qi.
Chen Yan didn’t feel any discernible enhancement in the Primordial Spirit since it was only the first attempt at grinding and the extracted Evil Qi was minimal, so it was too soon for noticeable improvements.
But...
"Damn, my pain endurance definitely got stronger!"
Chen Yan lay on the ground, his body already stiff.
Only half an hour had passed, but he’d suffered so much that he was drenched in sweat, his clothes soaked through.
The pain was so intense he felt he might just start rolling on the floor!
But...
With the Evil Qi completely ground away, Chen Yan caught his breath.
Though he didn’t feel any significant strengthening of the texture of his Primordial Spirit, yet...
Chen Yan was surprised to find, despite enduring such prolonged pain, he should logically be exhausted and fatigued.
Yet even with a tired body, Chen Yan felt his spirit strangely buoyant!
He was quite energetic, without any sense of fatigue or weakness.
Moreover, there was a subtle hint of pleasure?
"Whoa! Am I... a masochist?"
Chen Yan widened his eyes, looking at his reflection with a peculiar expression.
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