Twenty days passed after Xiao Mo woke up.
During this ti, the external injuries on Xiao Mo’s body had mostly healed thanks to the herbal redies carefully prepared by Wangxin.
The skin that had been scorched black by the Thunder Tribulation had sloughed off, and new flesh and skin had grown in its place.
But Xiao Mo’s Spiritual Vein Root Bone showed no signs of improvent.
The Spirit-Collecting Blade lay in the room.
Because the Spirit-Collecting Blade had absorbed too much Blood Evil Qi over the years in Xiao Mo’s hands, drawing it required not only a sufficient Realm, but also a great deal of Blood Evil Qi to fuel it.
Thus, for the current Xiao Mo, even drawing the Spirit-Collecting Blade was a luxury he could not afford.
Every day, Xiao Mo would sit and ditate in the courtyard, trying to repair his Spirit Veins and Root Bone, but it was all for naught.
Sotis, in his haste, he would cause the Blood Evil Qi to surge into his heart, making him spit up a mouthful of blood and injuring his Spiritual Vein Root Bone even more severely.
Whenever she saw Xiao Mo like this, Wangxin would beco extrely anxious and worried.
Countless tis, Wangxin wanted to persuade Xiao Mo to just give up.
Otherwise, if Xiao Mo continued to torture himself like this, he wouldn’t just fail to recover his Realm—his body might give out completely.
But Wangxin also knew that Xiao Mo would never listen to anything she said.
However, Xiao Mo wasn’t a fool. After multiple failed attempts to repair his Spirit Veins, he realized this thod was simply not working and decided to stop for the ti being.
Xiao Mo no longer tried to nd his Spirit Veins. Instead, he would sit in the courtyard, lost in thought, for the entire day.
He mulled over every possible thod to reconstruct his Spirit Veins.
But every path he considered was a dead end.
Then one day, as Xiao Mo sat on a stone bench watching a spider spin its web in a tree, a bold idea flashed through his mind.
It was a thod no one had ever tried, and the risks were imnse.
But in the end, Xiao Mo decided to try it.
’Otherwise, what’s the point of just barely surviving like this?’
After that day, Xiao Mo would wake up every morning and sit in the courtyard to ditate.
Just as before, Xiao Mo continued to help Madam Wang chop firewood.
When Ning Wei practiced her Cultivation Technique, Xiao Mo would still offer appropriate guidance.
Even though Xiao Mo’s current Realm was only at the Cave Mansion level, his insight was still sharp.
The Thousand Soul Yin Yang Technique that Ning Wei was cultivating was a Cultivation Technique that suited her exceptionally well.
If Ning Wei was diligent enough and had sufficient talent, it wasn’t impossible for her to enter the Upper Three Realms in the future with this technique.
What Xiao Mo was doing wasn’t much different from before.
But now, Xiao Mo seed to have resigned himself to his fate. He spent a lot of ti on other things and no longer thought about reconstructing his Spirit Veins.
Wangxin watched Xiao Mo’s every move with suspicion.
She didn’t believe Xiao Mo would give up so easily, but she had no idea what he was up to.
Wangxin just had a feeling that Xiao Mo was preparing for sothing.
He was emptying his mind, making his heart even more serene.
"Wangxin, could you tell a bit about the Buddhist Dharma of Kongnian Temple...?"
One day, as Wangxin walked past Xiao Mo, he spoke to her.
"Huh?" Wangxin thought she had misheard. "Xiao Mo, you want to learn the Buddhist Dharma?"
"Not exactly learn it, I just want to listen," Xiao Mo said, shaking his head. "If it can’t be shared with outsiders, then forget it."
"It’s okay, it’s okay." A glimr of joy flashed in Wangxin’s eyes. She quickly ran into her room and brought out a Buddhist Scripture. "Let’s start by talking about this one."
Seeing how happy Wangxin was, Xiao Mo nodded. "I’ll be troubling you, then."
"It’s no trouble at all," Wangxin said, shaking her head.
Although Wangxin didn’t know what Xiao Mo was planning, she thought it would be wonderful if she could persuade him toward a path of good and help him find a trace of peace through the Buddhist Dharma.
And so, in the small courtyard, the woman earnestly explained the Buddhist Scriptures, and the man listened intently.
Sotis Madam Wang would listen in from the side, as she was also quite interested in the Buddhist Dharma.
Ning Wei tried to listen for a while, but after growing more and more confused, she went off to play with Little Chaos.
By the courtyard’s stone table, the sound of Buddhist Scriptures could be heard from ti to ti.
Not far away, Little Chaos rolled around incessantly in the courtyard, turning itself into a small snowball.
Ning Wei chased Little Chaos all over the place.
It was as if ti itself had stopped in that mont.
Before they knew it, winter had passed, and the old snow had lted away.
One morning, after saying a few words to Madam Wang and Wangxin, Xiao Mo left the house early.
Xiao Mo went to a hilltop outside the village.
He took out so Spirit Stones from his Storage Pouch and slowly began to set up an Array.
An hour passed. After the Array was complete, Xiao Mo sat cross-legged within it as a stream trickled slowly past him.
Taking a deep breath, Xiao Mo completely unleashed all the Spiritual Power and Blood Evil Qi within his body.
In an instant, bone-corroding Evil Qi eroded Xiao Mo’s body.
Cold sweat beaded on Xiao Mo’s forehead, and his hands gripped his knees tightly.
He controlled the Evil Qi in his body, using it to directly excise the damaged parts of his Spirit Veins and Root Bone.
The process was like Xiao Mo taking a scalpel to himself, cutting open his own stomach to perform surgery and remove a lesion.
Moreover, he had to remain conscious throughout the entire "surgery," with no anesthesia whatsoever. The pain was even thousands of tis worse than having his flesh torn open.
After Xiao Mo excised his damaged Spirit Veins and Root Bone, he then used the Blood Evil Qi to construct new Spirit Veins and fill his Root Bone.
This was the thod Xiao Mo had devised.
’Since my Spiritual Vein Root Bone was too severely damaged to be repaired, I’ll just use the Blood Evil Qi to build a bridge, connecting all the Spirit Veins.’
He would use the Blood Evil Qi as the "material" to repair his Root Bone.
The entire process was excruciatingly painful and exceptionally dangerous. One wrong move and Xiao Mo could suffer a qi deviation and go berserk.
That was why Xiao Mo had spent this ti studying Buddhist Scriptures and doing other things—to calm his mind as much as possible.
If he ultimately failed, had his sanity completely destroyed by the Blood Evil Qi, and turned into a "Blood Demon," then the mont he stepped out of the Array, he would be annihilated by it.
Xiao Mo didn’t know if this thod would work, but as far as he was concerned, it was his only way forward.
"Kill them."
"Xiao Mo! Die!"
"Don’t kill us, please, don’t kill us."
"Fifth Brother, this is the Western Regions! I refuse to be bullied! I will climb to the very top, step by step!"
"Kid, rember this: in the Western Regions, if you don’t want to be eaten, you have to eat others first!"
As he constructed his Spirit Veins and nded his Root Bone, Xiao Mo’s mind replayed every major battle from his past, and the face of every person he had ever killed appeared before him.
BOOM!
With a trendous roar, Blood Evil Qi erupted from the woods, instantly destroying the Array surrounding Xiao Mo.
Xiao Mo’s eyes snapped open.
His eyes were crimson, devoid of any trace of humanity, like a bloodthirsty Fierce Beast.
"Xiao Mo... ti for dinner... Xiao Mo... where are you..."
Wangxin called out for Xiao Mo nonstop in the woods, searching for him.
When she sensed the Blood Evil Qi, Wangxin’s heart leaped in alarm, and she quickly flew toward it.
Soon, by the streamside, Wangxin saw Xiao Mo slowly rising to his feet.
"Xiao Mo?"
Wangxin called out softly, an extrely unsettling feeling rising in her heart.
Xiao Mo turned around. He ford his Blood Qi into a long blade and vanished in an instant.
By the ti Wangxin reacted,
the long blade was already swinging toward her head.
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