Chapter 145: Unease (2)

Wang Ping asked, "I don't know if Master is willing to sell this secret method?"

Master Liaoru uttered a Buddhist chant, smiled lightly, and said, "This secret method is widely transmitted in the Buddhist sect, so there is no restriction against teaching it to others! If you need it, Dao friend Lan, this poor monk can transmit it."

Wang Ping happily opened his mouth and said, "Then I don't know what price Master is willing to sell it for?"

Master Liaoru smiled slightly and calmly said, "Fifty thousand low-grade spirit stones will do."

Wang Ping nodded, directly took out fifty thousand spirit stones, and Master Liaoru also handed a jade slip to Wang Ping.

After receiving the jade slip, Wang Ping placed it on his brow, examined it carefully. After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Wang Ping bade farewell to the two, returned to his cave dwelling, and began cultivating this Enter Dream Secret Method.

Three days later, Wang Ping woke up from sleep with a disappointed expression. He had already mastered the Enter Dream Secret Method; after mastering it, he entered dreams five times, but gained nothing.

Wang Ping showed a thoughtful expression, recalling the hint in the jade slip: if the matter being probed is too high in level, this secret method will fail, which clearly indicates interference.

If he could shield the interference, perhaps he could discover the source of the danger. Wang Ping thought of many ways to shield the interference; in the end, his consciousness returned to the sea of consciousness.

Gazing at the silver stone gate and the silver-white block, Wang Ping pondered. These two treasures are mysterious and unfathomable; if he entered them and practiced the Enter Dream Method, he could likely shield that interference.

He had not entered the spirit realm for forty-seven years; the silver stone gate had already accumulated energy seven times, and in one more year, the silver stone gate will again accumulate enough energy.

At this time he also had no way to enter the silver stone gate; only the silver-white block remained as a method.

Enter!

With a thought, Wang Ping's soul body had already entered the silver-white block.

Inside, it was a blank white expanse, with no distinction between directions.

After entering the block's interior, Wang Ping did not delay, directly began practicing the Enter Dream Method. After a quarter hour, his consciousness grew dim, and a vast gray mist enveloped him.

After an unknown amount of time, the gray mist dissipated; in a daze, Wang Ping seemed to see a red bead. At the instant he saw the bead, he suddenly awoke in his dream.

Could the source of his unease be this white bead? Wang Ping pondered secretly. Regarding this bead, his memory was fresh; when he first obtained it, he had studied it carefully for a while, but found nothing abnormal. Afterwards, the cluster of unformed solar true fire in his dantian kept churning.

Impatient, Wang Ping directly tossed the white bead to it. After the unformed solar true fire took residence, the originally white bead instantly turned fiery red, looking like the sun at dusk.

After finding it novel for a while, Wang Ping then cast it aside behind his back.

Wang Ping decided to continue tracing, wanting to see what source of unease this bead brought him.

Gazing at the mist ahead, Wang Ping walked forward again. This time, the gray mist before him automatically spread apart to both sides with each step he took.

Here there was no concept of time; Wang Ping walked for an unknown duration, and he seemed to have arrived at a magnificent, vast mountain range.

At this moment he stood atop a mountain peak, gazing ahead at the endless, majestic peaks. Wang Ping felt somewhat bewildered; what did this foretell?

Could the source of his unease be this mountain range?

Standing on the summit, Wang Ping subconsciously turned around and looked behind.

What place is that?

Wang Ping's originally somewhat bewildered eyes became completely clear, then were replaced by shock.

In his field of sight, there seemed to be countless spirit qi great dragons shooting up into the sky. Vaguely, he seemed to see the downfall of a Golden Core True Person, and also saw a cultivator's body suddenly disintegrate. Even more astonishing, from his shattered skull sprang forth an azure light person the size of a baby.

Wang Ping almost blurted out a shout: "Nascent Soul!"

After the shout, the previous scene completely vanished. Wang Ping somewhat couldn't understand what the scene before him foretold. Just then, a red light sped from the distant horizon.

When he first noticed it, it was only the size of a thumb; after one breath, it had become fist-sized; after three breaths, the red light had grown to the size of a human head.

This speed—Wang Ping secretly marveled—must at least be of Golden Core True Person level!

In the time it took for that surprise, the red light had already arrived before him. This time, Wang Ping saw clearly: within the red light was an elderly person wearing a red robe.

Thus, Wang Ping understood that his unease came from this Golden Core cultivator, and to render the Enter Dream Method ineffective, this Golden Core cultivator must at least be at the mid Golden Core stage.

Having endured fifty years of arduous cultivation, Wang Ping had entered the Foundation Establishment Great Perfection; his fire-wood dual spirit liquid had reached 1,290 drops, i. e., 129,000 threads of spiritual power. From true great perfection, a yuan number, he still lacked 600 threads of spiritual power, six drops of spirit liquid.

Yet these six drops were like a heavenly moat, blocking 99% of Foundation Establishment cultivators; most cultivators reaching this point could already prepare to form a golden core.

Having reached this stage, Wang Ping was just a step away from Golden Core; therefore, to shield his perception, at least a mid Golden Core or higher cultivator is needed, possibly even a late Golden Core cultivator.

Combining the vague scene just seen, Wang Ping guessed his enemy might come from the heartland of the Hundred Kingdoms Alliance, and that white bead should be related to that elder.

Thus this place is the Wuqi Mountain Range known as the Western Fortress; if this dream shows what is currently happening, it means that the Golden Core elder has already entered the Wuqi Mountain Range at this time.

Thinking thus, Wang Ping actively withdrew from the dream.

Hiss! So painful!

Upon leaving the dream, Wang Ping felt his soul body as if it were about to explode; after the pain subsided, he discovered that his originally formidable spiritual sense power had been depleted by ninety percent.

It turned out that entering dreams consumes spiritual sense power; Wang Ping, aside from the headache, also realized something. This makes sense—otherwise this secret art would be too heaven-defying; also, without the help of the silver-white block, this secret art would be merely ordinary.

Thinking this, Wang Ping proudly said, "This secret art counts as a heaven-defying secret art only in my hands; in others' hands it is just a useless secret art, no wonder Master Liaoru doesn't value it much."

But soon Wang Ping could no longer smile; consuming so much spiritual sense power cannot be recovered in a year or two.

Wang Ping, whose soul body remained inside the silver-white block, wore a bitter smile; this was truly like a leaking roof encountering continuous night rain.

In the cultivation world, medicines that can quickly restore spiritual sense power are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns; for a time he could not find any.

Idle sitting is not an option; Wang Ping prepared to go out to seek a method. Just then, a drop of green liquid drifted before his soul body. Gazing at the green liquid ahead, his soul body felt a yearning; almost instinctively, he inhaled that drop of green liquid into his soul body.

Before Wang Ping could regret his rashness, he noticed the pain diminishing, and even his spiritual sense was quietly recovering.

Realizing all this, Wang Ping abruptly turned his head and gazed at the large mass of green liquid; his soul's eye emitted a green light!