Chapter 114: 114. Results (In Honor of Yu Sheng Jiang Xiang Luan, Alliance Master)

114. Chapter 114: Results (In Honor of Yu Sheng Jiang Xiang Luan, Alliance Master)

Space travel is long and tedious, especially after the initial novelty fades.

Once Fang Xing grew tired of the endless, identical view outside the window, he returned to his cabin and entered seclusion.

Calling it seclusion, he simply lay down, his consciousness passing through the Gate of All Realms to perceive another ‘himself.’

The Immortal Realm.

Underground camp.

“This secret technique is truly wondrous—it allows my true body and my avatar to share consciousness, even across two worlds…”

The immortal avatar, with sword-like brows and starlit eyes, suddenly opened his eyes.

He lay now within a pool of blood.

The blood pool was lurid, sinister… deeply unsettling.

“But I suspect the real credit lies with the Gate of All Realms—like a super signal tower linking avatar and true body. So, is it still the divine cheat system at work?”

Fang Xing rose, climbed out of the blood pool, and flicked a finger.

A surge of spiritual energy emerged, forming the simplest spirit-manipulation spell, drawing a silver sphere toward him.

The nanotech suit instantly adhered to his skin, transforming into a silver-white robe.

“This avatar technique is decent, but it can only produce one guardian spirit. If I could make ten or eight avatars, I’d truly be invincible…”

He shook his head, slightly disappointed.

After all, the name of this technique is ‘Heavenly Mother’s Virtuous Golden Lotus Twin Guardian Core.’ To gain a second avatar, I’d likely have to re-sacrifice this technique into the Great Sun Crucible and evolve it into something like the ‘Triple Guardian Core.’

“Fortunately, one is enough for now.”

Fang Xing picked up a ‘Spirit-Testing Talisman.’ His body had already been tested—it was a Metal Heavenly Spirit Root!

He tested again because, after cultivating spiritual energy, he immediately began using Wan Fa Shangren’s blood sacrifice technique, daily refining and enhancing his spirit root.

Today, all consumables were exhausted.

After channeling a slight amount of spiritual energy, the talisman glowed, its light settling upon him.

Instantly, a golden radiance emerged, shooting upward to a height of one chi.

Even exceeding one chi—reaching one chi and three or four cun.

“Spirit-testing talismans classify spirit root potential by color and intensity. I have only one color—single-element Heavenly Spirit Root—and my quality surpasses even that… yet it seems not to have reached some threshold.”

Fang Xing had assumed his spirit root would leap another tier after sacrificing those clones.

But reality proved him wrong—while stronger than a standard Heavenly Spirit Root, the improvement was limited.

“Is it insufficient raw material? Or am I missing some primordial substance?”

Fang Xing found this intriguing and wished to explore further.

“Raw material is certainly sufficient—even the entire Immortal Realm has no one with better resources than me… They sacrifice blood relatives; I sacrifice ‘myself.’ No rejection, no karmic debt.”

Can cultivators achieve cloning?

In Fang Xing’s knowledge, it’s nearly impossible.

Most cultivators here specialize in combat; healing is manageable, but biochemical research? Doubtful.

At least as far as Fang Xing knows, Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators can easily regenerate severed limbs.

But creating a body from nothing—or from a single drop of blood?

That would require only the legendary medicine capable of reviving the dead and restoring flesh to bone!

Such a medicine would almost certainly not be in the hands of low-level cultivators—it’s worth a high-level cultivator’s life.

Why would anyone trade it for a Heavenly Spirit Root body?

For cultivators above Nascent Soul, what is a Heavenly Spirit Root? Is it more valuable than one’s own life?

They can simply seek out a suitable Heavenly Spirit Root disciple within their domain and perform soul possession directly.

Even the most powerful demonic masters, skilled in killing and crafting demonic artifacts, are utterly clueless about cloning—it’s not their field.

If Nascent Soul cultivators could clone from a single drop of flesh and blood, why wouldn’t they preserve a drop of their own as a vessel, rather than possessing talented disciples after their bodies are destroyed?

Possessing one’s own clone would eliminate rejection entirely—the optimal choice.

The only explanation: it’s impossible.

“Below Divine Transformation, cultivators might, through rare chance or divine artifacts, expend enormous cost for a single experiment… input and output are wildly disproportionate.”

“As for those above Divine Transformation—or the legendary Immortals—they might effortlessly manipulate creation, generating countless Heavenly Spirit Root bodies as if cloning… but even they would find it useless.”

“They have simpler ways to grant ordinary mortals spirit roots… an Immortal who can create infinite Heavenly Spirit Roots could easily fashion ones superior to them—wouldn’t that be natural?”

“So, at this stage, no one has better resources than me.”

“Could this be the absolute limit of my spirit root?”

If so, Fang Xing stopped pondering.

After tidying the blood pool and growth pods, he entered a meditation chamber and began practicing qi cultivation.

“Becoming a cultivator from a mortal requires only sensing spiritual energy in the void and drawing it into the body.”

Fang Xing was no longer a Qi Gathering Stage One cultivator.

From his first cultivation, he felt endless Metal spiritual energy flooding into him, eager and unceasing.

Qi Gathering Stage One, Two, Three… it was as easy as eating and drinking.

Today, after a brief meditation, he naturally broke through to Qi Gathering Stage Four.

As for any stagnation or bottleneck—he felt none. “Legends say Heavenly Spirit Root cultivators face no bottlenecks before Golden Core… it’s true!”

“Given my spirit root is far superior to a Heavenly Spirit Root, this rapid progress is normal.”

Fang Xing pulled out a pale golden jade slip and began studying it carefully.

His current cultivation technique is ‘Transformation into Metal,’ a plain Metal-elemental cultivation method, once collected by Wan Fa Shangren. Its only advantage is completeness—it details progression from Qi Gathering Stage One to Foundation Establishment’s peak, and even how to breakthrough to Golden Core.

Its power and accompanying spells are mediocre, with no sword cultivation methods at all.

Thinking of this, Fang Xing felt frustrated.

“Wan Fa Shangren was a Mixed Spirit Root; his main technique was ‘Primordial Unity.’ I, a Heavenly Spirit Root, am unsuited for it…”

“I recall when I, Long the Old Devil, and Su Ye went to kill the Qingyan Ox, there was another True Disciple from Qingxuan Sect—his sword technique was razor-sharp, clearly from a Metal sword scripture… But back then, to show off, and because cultivation items meant nothing to me, I only took Long’s storage bag as a token… If that youth had the sword scripture, it should be with Su Ye.”

Fang Xing mentally noted this.

Metal spirit root cultivators are naturally suited for combat, especially the sword path!

So he still wanted to acquire a good sword cultivation technique—at least up to Nascent Soul level.

But this wasn’t urgent; he could plan after Foundation Establishment.

Besides, though he possessed many artifacts, only a few were currently usable.

The most valuable was the magical hairpin he named ‘Flying Phoenix Hairpin’—definitely unusable now.

There was also the ‘Ten-Thousand Transformations Cauldron,’ Wan Fa Shangren’s great fortune, still under exploration.

Qinghong Sword, though a Rank-Two Spirit Weapon, was ruined—better suited for his true body.

Beyond that, only various Spirit Weapon-grade flying swords.

Fang Xing picked up a top-grade Spirit Weapon flying sword for now.

Though his Qi Gathering Mid-Stage cultivation would suit a mid-grade flying sword better, perhaps due to his Metal Heavenly Spirit Root, he found his spiritual energy consumption minimal and recovery rapid when controlling it.

Thus, even at Qi Gathering Stage Four, he could barely wield a top-grade Spirit Weapon.

“Also, my cultivation location needs changing… as a cultivator, training near a spiritual vein would accelerate progress…”

Fang Xing was already contemplating Foundation Establishment.

Heavenly Spirit Root cultivators face no bottlenecks before Golden Core, so he likely won’t need a Foundation Establishment Pill.

Still, if the chance arises, taking one would be safer.

“This body has a hidden flaw: its lifespan is naturally shorter…”

A defect of cloning technology—he’d already lived over a decade.

Even if growth were halted and he remained an infant, it was still true.

“But it doesn’t matter—once I establish the Foundation, I’ll gain two lifetimes of longevity. Losing a decade or two is easily recovered.”

Fang Xing raised a hand slightly, condensing moisture into a water mirror.

Cultivators excel only in their own spirit root’s elemental arts, but can still grasp minor abilities of the other five elements.

In the mirror appeared a silver-robed youth: sword-like brows, starlit eyes, lips red, teeth white—radiant and heroic.

“This body—no obvious issues. A lone cultivator?”

Fang Xing considered: a Heavenly Spirit Root, as a future Golden Core elder’s candidate, would be heavily protected in the well-tended lands—unlikely to risk the wilds.

If such a vital person vanished, the sect would mobilize—Golden Core elders would even intervene!

No major loss had been reported from the Wan Fa Secret Realm, and Wan Fa Shangren had no memory of it.

So, this person was very likely a lone cultivator.

“If his background is clean, I could join a Golden Core sect after leaving—gain resources without trouble, and advance swiftly…”

Why a Golden Core sect?

Because Nascent Soul sect masters can perform soul possession!

Golden Core sects only have Golden Core cultivators—not every one is a genius like Wan Fa Shangren.

Thinking of Wan Fa Shangren, Fang Xing’s expression turned serious.

He knew this man still had a lingering soul fragment trapped in the secret realm, so he’d set up surveillance early.

So far, the secret realm remained normal—no one had appeared.

‘Ghost cultivators cannot stray far from their transformation sites… and Wan Fa Shangren’s lifespan is exhausted. Even if he possesses a new body, how would his remaining lifespan be calculated?’

Fang Xing recalled the memories of Wan Fa Shangren and felt that the latter’s final “Ghost Infant Technique” still had serious flaws.

If this person had truly carried it out himself, after possessing a body he would almost certainly meet a terrible end, likely becoming a half-human, half-ghost abomination!

After pondering this, Fang Xing rose to his feet and instinctively glanced at his status bar—only to find it didn’t exist.

“Sigh…”

He let out a long breath; he had known this since the moment he began the possession.

The status panel can only be viewed by the original body.

“Could it be… this is the true power of the golden finger—the one and only across all realms?!”

Fang Xing mused inwardly.