Lord Zhang Fei

Chapter 10: Path Of A Spirit Master

“Huh? Don’t let me catch you, or I’ll have to tear your face off.” Qiu Shuang said as she furiously shook her fist in the direction of Zhang Fe’s departing back. She gritted her teeth and turned to her sister. “Huh. You know, this time, this boy is being too slippery, and ruthless. Oh, this is so uncomfortable.”

Qiu Hong murmured. “Sister, don’t blame Fei’er anymore. We should blame ourselves for not paying attention. Next time, we’ll have to be more careful. Anyway, it is time for Fei’er to practice his cultivation.”

Qiu Shuang raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and groaned, “You know, I really don’t know what kind of cultivation technique the boy practices, but it was totally a different thing for us back then. We started practicing at a much more older age, and it was after seeing a spiritual master. I’ve never ever heard of a child who cultivates at such a young age like him. What kind of thing will you call this?”

Qiu Hong replied, “It would be great if Fei’er can become a spiritual master. Our tribe has no spiritual master apart from the rumour that our clan mother may be a spiritual master. If our son can become a spiritual master in the future, then our tribe would be able to become stronger.”

Qiu Shuang suddenly said, “Do you think it’s so easy to become a spiritualist? I heard that it costs a lot of money, time and energy to awaken spiritual power. And even if you devote all these to it, whether you can awaken your spiritual bloodline is not even certain.”

“In my opinion, my son must be able to do it.”

“Yes, yes. Your son, your son, it’s your son at every turn. You really want your old cow to eat tender grass, don’t you?”

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“You, you are the old cow who eats tender grass.” Qiu Hong flushed with anger suddenly, wiping the tears from her eyes. How pitiful and cute that way. But Qiu Shuang had already ran away, laughing.

At this moment, Qiu Hong’s eyes had gradually recovered their vision, and she couldn’t help but sit up straight, looking at the sky.

At this moment, it was the time the Blazing Spirit star gradually moved westward, and the Obsidian star gradually rose eastward. The white light and black light emitted by the two huge stars were slowly rolling towards each other at the junction.

Looking carefully, one could also see that there were many small flashes around the Zhang chamber, slowly converging into the chamber from different directions.

“Fei’er...”

Qiu Hong slowly lay down on the grass, looking at how the endless darkness in the sky was slowly eating away at the light.

In the chamber, Zhang Fe was sitting cross-legged on a snow-white bear skin, his eyes closed slightly. His hands were placed on his knees naturally, his face was peaceful, and there was a faint light flowing under his skin.

There was no palm lamp in the house, which was much darker than the outside. And in this gloomy space, one could clearly see countless points of light flickering in the air, slowly converging on Zhang Fe’s body, and then disappearing into Zhang Fe’s body one after another.

An hour later, when the light of the blazing spirit star disappeared completely, the flickering light in the room suddenly disappeared too.

Zhang Fe slowly opened his eyes, and the precious light flowing under his skin faintly flared before vanishing.

This was Zhang Fe’s daily homework since he came into this world. According to the tips given to him by Taoist Mo. Every morning and evening, these two hours when black and white stars alternated, were the moments when the spiritual power of heaven and earth was most concentrated which could be damaging to the body of cultivators.

But this was Zhang Fe’s path of cultivation, and Zhang Fe only needed to do his training during these two hours every day, and not at other times. Otherwise, it was not only useless, but also harmful to the body.

This could only be done because of his special physique. Other cultivators could kill themselves if they practiced the black and white method alternately.

Taoist Mo once told Zhang Fe that on this Sacred Spirit Continent, there were two kinds of energies. One was the positive light energy emitted by the blazing star, and the other was the dark negative energy emitted by the purple obsidian star.

Both of these energies could be absorbed by humans and monsters for cultivation. When a human child was eight years old, he could awaken the innate spiritual power in his body in a certain way, and people with strong spiritual power could condense it into spiritual crystals. This would make him to become a spiritual master, respected by everyone.

Most of those who couldn’t condense crystals would only become ordinary people. Of course, with the accumulation of time, some people could still condense crystals when their spiritual power accumulated to a certain level when they were in their teens or when had reached adulthood. But by then, it would be even more difficult to cultivate deeply.

This was why human beings awakened their innate spiritual power at the age of eight. If it was too early, the spiritual power would be insufficient. Even if the spirit crystals could be condensed, it would seriously affect the development of future cultivation bases. If the age was too late, it will also have a great impact on future cultivation. Hence, according to the experience of the ancestors, eight years of age was a dividing line.

After a person’s innate bloodline had been awakened, then spiritual energy would be condensed and formed into crystals. The sizes of the crystals were also different according to the sizes of the person’s innate spiritual power. Those with high innate spiritual power would also condense greater crystals, and the achievements they would make in the future would be greater.

With the improvement of cultivation base, mortals would condense one more spirit crystal every time they increase their levels by one, and a total of nine spirit crystals could be condensed at most. At least, according to records. Ten spirit crystals were things of the myths.

“Ten rings.” Zhang Fe said and slowly stretched his body.