My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 348 - 258 Physique of the Different Demon Race

Chapter 348: Chapter 258 Physique of the Different Demon Race

For the past two days, a continuous drizzle had fallen.

The adage goes, "A spell of autumn rain brings a chill," but Zhao Rong hardly felt it.

The red snake in his body, symbolic of the Innate Primordial Qi transforming into a dragon, allowed him to tangibly sense changes in his physique.

After returning from the Scripture Teaching Pavilion, he drank the small bamboo tube of well water that very night, and indeed, the changes occurred again.

On the red snake’s body, spots of golden scales gleamed like the golden sunset filtering through the Red Maple Forest, dazzling and eye-catching.

The vaguely visible snake lips formed by the mist bore golden patterns that extended longer and longer, almost completely separating from the body to form flowing whiskers.

Using the teacup of Zhu Yourong from the art class two days ago as a measure, Zhao Rong had so far drunk three cups of Zhengguan Spring Water.

Yet according to Gui, this was still not enough.

The scales covered at most about 10 percent of the area, the dragon whiskers were not yet fully formed, and there were not many of them.

Even so, the changes Zhao Rong could feel were very real.

Innate Primordial Qi was inherently linked to a cultivator’s physique and was crucially important for cultivators who took the path of a martial artist in the Ascending and Fu Yao Realms.

Typically, the cultivation method involved strengthening the physical body to drive and enhance the Innate Primordial Qi.

The strength of the physique determined the upper limit of the Innate Primordial Qi within the body.

Certain items that ignited the blood qi and aided in realm advancement, like the unknown lotus seed porridge Zhao Rong drank a while ago, temporarily increased the amount of Innate Primordial Qi, causing the red snake to become violent and surge through the meridians.

This method of raising the Innate Primordial Qi wasn’t sustainable and wasn’t easy to use too often under normal circumstances.

But now, the transformation of the red snake into a dragon inside Zhao Rong was driving an unknown change in the Innate Primordial Qi, enhancing his physique along with it.

Previously, if Zhao Rong stripped in the middle of the night, he would feel a bit of the biting chill of deep autumn. Now, however, he felt the red snake growing hotter, traveling through the meridians, warm and cozy, no longer feeling the cold.

Zhao Rong was unsure how significant this transformation was, and he was curious about other cultivators’ progression in these realms for comparison. Yet his half-teacher Liu Sanbian who had introduced him to cultivation had already left. The other half-teacher? That would be... a certain clumsy fox demon. Although Little Little hadn’t taught him cultivation and had almost broken his vow, preventing his advancement to the Fu Yao Realm, she had always been one motivator for his cultivation—he never wanted his pants to be torn by her again, defeated by her strength, which was too embarrassing.

As for a certain Gui named Sword Spirit, Zhao Rong thought he really had nothing to do with this, what kind of teacher was this? This fellow only fed him daydreams and shrieked whenever he saw something desirable, causing his heart to tremble, but offered no insights about the Ascending Realm’s cultivation.

If you’re talking about help, then that ’Ant Ascending Heaven Technique’ he finally decided upon after a long thought was available for sale at the bookstore at the Academy entrance. Just recently, Zhao Rong had seen Brother Teng Ying secretly buying a copy... As for the ’faintly recalled unparalleled Cultivation Technique from an ancient era’ he sketched for him a few days ago, who knows if it was... Ant Fu Yao Technique?

So to say, asking him was useless. If you dare ask, he might say ’You advanced through this realm too swiftly without notice, ask something deeper like how to nurture the External Self in the Nascent Soul Realm.’ Should you persist in asking him ’kindergarten questions about the Ascending Realm,’ this cheap Sword Spirit is likely to sarcastically retort, ’Impossible, impossible. Surely no one would need help with the Ascending Realm...’

Thus, Zhao Rong’s cultivation in the Ascending Realm was somewhat groping in the dark. Before Brother Sanbian left, he shared some key epiphanies about breaking through realms. As for ’Red Snake to Dragon,’ he probably never imagined Zhao Rong would encounter such a situation...

At dawn, after two days of light rain, it suddenly stopped.

Zhao Rong, just like other days, had spent the entire night reading commentaries on the Confucian Classics. He stretched, washed up, stepped out of the door, and took a morning walk by the lake. Upon returning to East Fence Small House, he glanced at the chrysanthemums behind the fence and casually picked a crisp cucumber. He then went off to class with Jia Tengying and Fan Yushu.

In the recent nights, he hadn’t immediately attempted to surge his energy channels but planned to first retrieve that somewhat embarrassing cup of tea taken by Zhu Yourong. He intended to drink down this fourth cup of well water and give it all he had in another surge through his channels, to see just how powerful this unusual Red Snake transformation could be...

At the moment, the three of them were walking on the road to Mochi Academy.

A gust of autumn wind blew past.

Zhao Rong turned to look at the shivering Jia Tengying, "Are you alright, Brother Teng Ying?"

Jia Tengying shook his head, "I’ll feel better once we get to the academy, thank you Brother Ziyu."

Zhao Rong nodded his head. In this part of the world, for scholars living at the foot of the mountains, reading during autumn and winter was indeed harsh unless one was from a wealthy or noble family.

He looked down at his palm and felt as though his whole body was like a furnace.

Zhao Rong remembered Liu Sanbian saying, mortals who followed the path of cultivation aimed to transcend ordinaries and saints, and the ultimate goal for a Martial Artist was to ascend step-by-step. They should accommodate the vast primordial life force of Kunpeng within a body of nine feet, transforming into a Kunpeng Martial Artist.

But as for the current changes in his physique, Zhao Rong vaguely felt that after absorbing the dragon energy from three cups of well water, the path he was on seemed a bit wild, not resembling the regular physique of the Ascending Heaven Period.

He didn’t even know what level the peak physique of Qing Jun, a cultivator from the Vast Realm, could be. He was too preoccupied with enjoying the warmth and softness when he held her. He also wondered if Qing Jun would feel a bone-chilling cold if she, like him, was to spend a night bare in the deep autumn cold. If she were to feel cold, well, no worries. Zhao Rong didn’t feel cold. His body felt like a furnace and could keep her warm...

Zhao Rong walked on, his thoughts inadvertantly drifting into wild fancy before he quickly suppressed them.

Thinking it over, he couldn’t help but call out in his Heart Lake, "Hey, Gui, you are in the Ascending and Fu Yao Realms, and not following the normal path of a Martial Artist’s physique. Would you feel cold in this autumn and winter chill?"

"What is cold? I’ve forgotten what cold feels like. Wait, no way, no way, surely no one who has climbed mountains for cultivation would feel cold..."

Zhao Rong: "..."

He knew he shouldn’t have asked.

Within the Heart Lake, Gui habitually made a sarcastic remark and then fell silent for a moment, seemingly perceiving the uneasiness in Zhao Rong’s mind these past few days.

It pondered and then said, "Your physique is indeed becoming a bit strange... I should tell you whether you should continue to collect that ancient well water and absorb the dragon energy, Zhao Rong, you decide."

Zhao Rong looked up at the academy building not far ahead and glanced around at the fellow students around him,

blending inconspicuously into the vast crowd.

"Tell me about it."

Gui paused briefly, "From what I observe, your innate primordial qi hasn’t increased at all."

"Then why has my physique strengthened?"

"The sudden enhancement of your physique isn’t due to a quantitative change in your innate primordial qi; that dragon energy... has changed its quality."

Zhao Rong remained silent.

Gui suddenly said, "You should know that the physique of the demon race is naturally stronger than ours in the Human Clan."

Zhao Rong slowly nodded, remembering Xiao Xiao, whose tiny body had never undergone physical training, yet possessed such great strength, and suddenly, he was stunned:

"Wait, are you saying..."

Gui continued, "That’s right, the Red Snake inside you has begun transforming into a dragon after absorbing the Dragon Energy close by, and it has undergone a qualitative change, transitioning towards the physique of the demon race. The same Innate Primordial Qi, the physique of the demon race is stronger than that of the Human Clan, and now, so is yours, and moreover, among the wild breeds like the Flood Dragon, it is among the strongest in the demon race."

Zhao Rong licked his lips, not saying a word.

The Sword Spirit sighed slightly, "So if the Red Snake inside you absorbs enough spring water and successfully transforms into a dragon, then you will possess the physique of a demon of this Dragon Energy, more or less."

Zhao Rong suddenly asked, "Does that mean I could also become a demon? Or half-human, half-demon?"

Gui pondered for a moment, "Whether you will become a demon-human..."

"Find another term!" Zhao Rong interrupted.

"...Alright, whether you will become a demon-folk, I’m not certain, but logically, it should just be a change in physique, after all, it is only the Innate Primordial Qi that was affected by the Dragon Energy, not a change in bloodline."

Gui eagerly said, "I actually haven’t seen this situation before, Zhao Rong, why don’t we give it a try?"

Zhao Rong: "......"

Gui tempted, "I’ve seen that the Dragon Descendants are all quite handsome, why not just give it a try? As for scales and tails that might grow on your body, just keep them hidden and there won’t be any problems."

Zhao Rong’s face darkened.

You dare let this young master try anything, you really wish I’d fail!

The Sword Spirit laughed for a while, then became serious, "Logically, it shouldn’t be a big problem, there are risks, but compared to the benefits, tsk tsk, a fragile human body but with a Flood Dragon physique, and the primordial blood of the nine feet tall Kunpeng, it shares a subtlety worthy of a try."

After its words, Heart Lake became quiet once again.

After a while.

Zhao Rong changed the subject, "How much of this spring water do I need to collect to transform my physique?"

Gui leisurely said, "The more the better."

Zhao Rong: "..."

There was only one Art Class this morning, a Poetry class.

Zhao Rong, with his sleeves rolled up and contemplating something, walked into Shuaixing Hall with a calm expression.

Several of the Shuaixing Hall students glanced sideways.

Although the incident a few days ago was a bit of a spectacle, possibly because he was a new transfer student, besides two friends, only the three girls, Yu Huaijin, Li Xue, and Xiao Hongyu greeted Zhao Rong at sight; the other classmates seemed still to be observing him, not yet ready to approach immediately, and he wasn’t actively invited to some gatherings of Shuaixing Hall.

However, like before the Art class, such overt ostracism and vocal ridicule by people like Wu Peiliang had ceased, now Wu Peiliang would flee as soon as his eyes accidentally met Zhao Rong’s.

Therefore, Zhao Rong was quite happy with the current situation as he still had many things to do.

At this moment, a figure walked into Shuaixing Hall from outside.

Zhao Rong looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a kind face, long beard, hair all draped behind him, wearing a broad-fronted robe tied casually with a long sash, and wooden clogs on his feet.

He was dressed like a refined gentleman.

Zhao Rong was slightly taken aback; this man was the same Mr. Chen he had seen when he was refused entry at the academy, surrounded by scholars while buying wine.

He still held a dark wine pot in one hand and a stack of rolled-up papers in the other, appearing not much different from that day.

Mr. Chen walked to the podium, placed his things down, looked around the room full of students, cleared his throat, lifted the wine pot, and smiled at Yu Huaijin who looked stern, "Just one sip."

Yu Huaijin kept a straight face and nodded.

Mr. Chen opened the wine pot, took a sip, smacked his lips, smiled, and then pushed the pot forward, asking, "Do you gentlemen care for a sip?"

Yu Huaijin and the Shuaixing Hall students shook their heads together.

In the back row, Zhao Rong saw this and couldn’t help but laugh, following with a shake of his head.

Mr. Chen nodded, set the wine pot on the table, thought for a moment, and picked it up again to place it as far from him as possible before pulling out a book of scriptures, calmly saying, "Then let’s start the class, today we continue with this Book of Poetry from a small southern country."

The Poetry class officially began.

Soon, the afternoon hours gradually passed...

After the Poetry class ended, Mr. Chen picked up the dark wine pot and scrolls and left.

Inside Shuaixing Hall, voices gradually rose.

At this time, Yu Huaijin suddenly stood up from the front row, holding her hands, and twisted her body to walk toward the back of Shuaixing Hall.

Most of the students’ attention was drawn, and they followed her with their eyes.

Soon, Yu Huaijin arrived at Zhao Rong’s desk, looked at him sternly for a while, and suddenly said, "Ms. Zhu is looking for you, she is in Yilan Pavilion."

Zhao Rong blinked.

He was just about to look for her.