Master of Kaidan
Chapter 122: Don’t Randomly Pull Out Things You Don’t Recognize

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Don’t Randomly Pull Out Things You Don’t Recognize

"Refining successful. Elemental Sword element acquired."

"Tsk..." Feng Xue saw the Golden Finger’s prompt and clicked his tongue immediately. Although he had a one in three chance, he could have accepted the other two options besides the weapon, but not obtaining the Divine Punishment was still somewhat disappointing for him.

However, his regret didn’t last long, for at the same time the sword disappeared, a barely audible sound of friction suddenly rose by his ear.

It felt like something enormous was sliding...

"Could it be that something attached to the sword is sliding off?" Feng Xue suddenly regretted not continuing to dig. If an object could be pierced by the Divine Punishment Sword, it probably wasn’t just any ordinary item, right?

But then...

"F*ck!" Feng Xue suddenly felt the ground beneath him begin to tremble as well, and his expression darkened instantly. Grabbing his cloak with both hands, he appeared five or six meters away in an instant. However, the impact of that thing falling seemed to be much larger than he had anticipated. Not to mention five or six meters, even the debris dozens of meters away began to collapse.

At that moment, Feng Xue felt as if he were caught in an avalanche. He activated Instantaneous Teleportation again, but there was no longer any place around him stable enough to land on.

Without the ability to fly, he wanted to imitate what he had seen on TV and try to jump using the large pieces of falling debris as support.

Luckily, he didn’t know any of that ’stepping on one foot with the other to defy gravity’ qinggong; in the instant he tried to leap, he realized he couldn’t escape the limits set by Sir Newton.

He could only flail in the air a couple of times, then along with the debris filling the sky, he fell towards an unknown destination.

Nonetheless, Feng Xue didn’t lose consciousness. He opened his eyes wide, continuously observing his surroundings and watching the debris on both sides crashing towards him like a tsunami. He flailed his hands but couldn’t grab onto anything.

"It’s a pity, if I still had the Assassin’s suit, I could’ve directly tried the Leap of Faith." Feng Xue sighed, grasped his cloak, and adjusted his falling posture.

Although the Assassin’s tag also came with a complete set of knowledge about Leap of Faith, how useful it could be without him unlocking the relevant elements was still unknown. Moreover, with debris everywhere, the chances of landing on a haystack were so slim he didn’t hold out any hope.

"Whoosh!"

Feng Xue’s figure instantly disappeared from its original position, then reappeared atop half a sofa. To his disappointment, Instantaneous Teleportation didn’t reset the speed of his fall.

Seeing his last attempt also fail, Feng Xue touched the sofa to confirm it was somewhat soft, immediately stretched out his body, and quietly waited for "faith" to give him an answer.

"Bang!"

The sofa and Feng Xue’s body landed on the ground one after the other. Even with a standard Leap of Faith onto the sofa, Feng Xue still couldn’t help but cry out in pain.

Drawing on his experience in anatomy from his Corpse Collector days, he knew he had at least a dozen fractures, over thirty bone fissures, and that soft tissue contusions and internal bleeding were actually the least of his problems.

Well, after all, the innards in a game character were mostly for show; as long as it wasn’t fatal, it was like a character losing blood, not significantly affecting bodily functions.

Still, this was far from the end, as more trash fell like hail upon his descent.

"Damn!"

Struggling with his still intact arm, he clung to his cloak. But this time, he was not planning to use Instantaneous Teleportation to dodge or, to be more precise, such a tactic was simply unrealistic under the barrage of falling debris.

What he used at that moment was actually the ability to be seemingly omnipresent, the quality of zero collision volume that came with disappearing.

In other words, with the brief time offered by the teleportation, he could prevent himself from sustaining physical damage.

And in that short span of time, enough trash had piled up to form a "mountain."

After an unknown period, the shaking finally stopped again. Feng Xue, badly damaged, lay in the pile of trash, quietly waiting for the Silent Boots to heal him.

However, the boots’ healing efficiency was as unreliable as described in their briefing. While they managed to deal with superficial skin injuries and internal ruptures within a few hours, the healing of bone injuries was frighteningly slow.

"Hmm... Maybe it’s because bone injuries are considered a ’disabling’ effect, and the boots only restore blood?" Feng Xue speculated without basis, with nothing else to do.

Thankfully, he did not need to eat or drink, and his reserves of Cognition were abundant. Lying here until his body fully recovered was not impossible.

"It’s just a bit boring." Feng Xue looked around the dim, cramped space, unable to even pull out a Secret Manual to alleviate his boredom.

"It looks like besides AOE output, I still need to consider Qinggong... If I had a Flying Skill or something of the sort, that would be even better."

With nothing to do, Feng Xue began to ponder in his mind. But as he sorted through one issue after another and there were fewer things left to consider, he simply started cultivating in this somewhat Twisted position.

At the beginning, his Cultivation process was filled with numerous distracting thoughts. Over time, however, the silence and utter boredom that surrounded him came together, paradoxically bringing him closer to the mental state described in the "Divine Punishment Song", a state of ’clear spirit and tranquil heart, form without form.’ He entered a realm of Silence that the mentally cluttered modern person would find difficult to reach.

This was the so-called Meditation.

At this moment, physical pain seemed to have disappeared completely. Feng Xue felt as though he was floating under a starry sky, with countless words scattered throughout the heavens, each glowing faintly like stars.

Beneath this sky was a high platform, which, besides a round mirror, had nothing else.

Having read and re-read the general outline of the Divine Punishment Song, Feng Xue naturally understood what he was facing. His mood was somewhat complicated.

"So the manifestation of the spiritual platform is actually a mirror, how unoriginal... But it’s also understandable, as this is mostly based on one’s own Cognition. Even if I detest those bald monks, the phrase ’heart as the Bright Mirror Platform’ is too well-known, so subconsciously thinking of the spiritual platform as a mirror is normal enough."

Feng Xue "landed" on the platform and began to engrave the Star Formation in text onto the spiritual platform. Although most of the characters he etched quickly faded away, with only a very few remaining on the mirror’s surface, as his only form of entertainment, he still found some joy in this tireless endeavor.

After who knows how many repetitions, Feng Xue suddenly awoke from his meditative state. However, this was not because he had actively broken free from the realm of Silence, but rather because he faintly heard digging sounds around him...

"My legs still can’t move; this is really problematic," Feng Xue took a deep breath, his middle finger slightly bent, the Sleeve Sword already sprung out. Regardless of the situation, he was not about to sit idly by and await his demise.