Chapter Eighty-Two: How Could It Be Possible

Inside the space, the three of them sat cross-legged, cultivating the spiritual energy left by Ziyang. Days passed in silence; none of them moved. When nearly a week had gone by, Xiaoling was the first to awaken.

According to the time outside, only six or seven hours had passed. Xiaoling stood up, still dazed and confused, then immediately checked the spiritual energy within her body. She was overjoyed, touching here and there, finally confirming that what had happened in her mind was real. Once she had digested all of this, she turned her attention to the two colorful spheres before her.

After careful consideration, Xiaoling waved her hand, and the colorful sphere instantly vanished from its spot, reappearing above the altar bound to Tang Wei’s soul. The sphere hovered in the air, slowly spinning, and soon, the visible five-element spiritual energy in the space began to converge outside the altar. The colorful sphere spun rapidly above.

Ever since Ziyang left, Tang Wei had been immersed in a realm of ethereal emptiness, as though sleeping in a warm ocean. Spiritual energy slowly seeped into her body, and the five-element treasures in her dantian rotated with the current, releasing energy with all their might. Only when her dantian was completely filled did the energy spill into her meridians, gradually forming a cycle, again and again. As her meridians were nourished by spiritual energy, they began to expand, their walls growing stronger and more resilient. The five-colored spiritual energy within her body also slowly faded.

Suddenly, the spiritual energy inside her became uncontrollable, its flow accelerating. Her meridians stung slightly, but the pain soon subsided. The five-colored energy quickly turned transparent, then slowly shifted to a milky white. When all the energy had transformed, a vortex appeared at the center of the five-element treasures in her dantian. The milky white energy was swiftly drawn in, and then the energy in her meridians disappeared as well, until not a trace remained within her. Only then did the vortex slow and settle into a milky white bead.

This bead was the Chaos Pearl that Ziyang had spoken of. Its principle was the same as the Golden Core among cultivators: it was the gathering point of Tang Wei’s spiritual energy. When the Chaos Pearl in her body finally came to rest, it began to emit waves of pure chaotic energy, filling her dantian, flowing into her meridians large and small, spreading throughout her body. At that moment, her meridians seemed to be digesting a potent elixir, wriggling slowly and expelling impurities from her body. Now, after being nourished by chaos energy, her body could truly be considered a chaotic spiritual body. As her cultivation increased, her body would become ever purer, until one day she could transform entirely into chaos—only then would her achievement be complete.

As Tang Wei descended from above the altar, she slowly opened her eyes. Like Xiaoling, she was momentarily bewildered upon awakening, but quickly recalled everything. Seeing Xiaoling smiling at her, Tang Wei hurried over and asked, “Xiaoling, how did we end up here?”

“After the old master left, he gave me his final power. When I awoke, I found you were cultivating far too slowly, so I brought you here!” Xiaoling explained cheerfully, but her gaze remained fixed on the colorful sphere above.

“Oh! Thank you then!” Seeing that Xiaoling wasn’t really paying attention to her, only staring upwards, Tang Wei asked in confusion, “What’s wrong? Is there something odd with Zixuan?”

“It’s nothing. It’s just that without the help of the five-element treasures, Zixuan probably won’t succeed so quickly. It looks like it’ll take him another day or two to completely transform,” Xiaoling replied, turning to Tang Wei.

Tang Wei recalled how the five-element treasures had indeed helped her greatly during the transformation. After Ziyang’s incident, she understood just how precious those treasures were. She also remembered how Zixuan had so decisively given them to her, and the thought made her nose sting with emotion, though her heart was sweet.

Sensing her feelings, Xiaoling covered her nose and changed the subject with a laugh: “Sister, you’d better go clean up!”

Tang Wei snapped out of it, glanced at herself, and realized she looked as though she’d rolled through a garbage heap—filthy, reeking of foul odor. She vanished in a flash.

After scrubbing herself from head to toe nearly ten times, she returned to Xiaoling, sniffing as she walked. “Xiaoling! Smell me—do I still stink? I’ve washed nearly ten times, but I still feel dirty!”

“That’s just your mind playing tricks. With the spiritual spring, a single rinse cleans you thoroughly!” Xiaoling teased her, watching Tang Wei sniff her own sleeve, then went over and pulled her hand away. “Oh, sister! Stop sniffing yourself—there’s no dirt left! You look ridiculous!”

Tang Wei shot her a glare. “You’re laughing at me now!”

“How could I dare laugh at you, sister? I’m just stating facts! Anyway, enough nonsense. So, how does it feel to form a core?” Xiaoling asked.

Hearing the question, Tang Wei closed her eyes and let the energy course through her body before opening them and sighing with a smile, “I suddenly feel like I’ve grown up.”

“Why is that?” Xiaoling tilted her head curiously.

“Because the energy inside is surging, far stronger than before. I feel much lighter! If before I could push a brick, now I could push a mountain!” Tang Wei joked.

“That means rescuing Yaya is more promising now, right?” Xiaoling clapped her hands in delight, unconcerned with anything else.

Thinking of this, Tang Wei suddenly worried, “Xiaoling, how long have we been cultivating? We haven’t delayed searching for Yaya, have we?”

Xiaoling calculated and said, “Don’t worry, it’s been less than ten hours outside.”

Tang Wei breathed a sigh of relief. “Good, I thought days had passed again!” Remembering that finding Yaya depended on Zixuan, who still had a day or two left, she complained, “Why does Xiaoxuan take so long?”

“Sister, now you’re a Golden Core cultivator. You can try sword flight! Want to practice? Zixuan’s a boy, surely braver than you. Once he comes out, he’ll definitely learn faster!” Xiaoling used this challenge to spur her.

“You’re right! This time I must learn before Xiaoxuan does—he always teases me for being lazy!” Tang Wei took the bait, preparing eagerly.

She summoned her little golden sword, transformed it into a flying sword, and attempted flight. For two days, as Zixuan formed his core, Tang Wei tried sword flight but still couldn’t master the proper altitude—a rather embarrassing result.

Zixuan and Xiaoling comforted her with suppressed laughter: “Weiwei, it’s alright—no one learns so quickly. Take your time!”

She was easygoing and quickly agreed, “True! No one’s born knowing everything. I’ll practice more later. Let’s focus on finding Yaya!” After gathering Xiaoling, she headed to the main hall, unaware that the other two were laughing behind her.

Inside the main hall, Xiaoling held a spiritual tool and asked Tang Wei, “Sister, didn’t you say you’d take me out to see the world when I could leave? Does that still count?”

“Of course it does! Wait, you can go out now?” Tang Wei asked.

“Yes, but I need a vessel first!” At this point, Xiaoling grew a bit discouraged and pouted.

Tang Wei asked, “What’s a vessel?”

“It’s a body! I’m a spiritual entity and haven’t formed a physical body yet, so I can’t stay outside long. I need to find a physical body!” Xiaoling explained.

“A body? I won’t kill anyone for you!” Tang Wei immediately dismissed the idea; she couldn’t bring herself to harm a living person for Xiaoling.

“Oh no! Just find me a spirit beast—I’ll borrow its body for a while,” Xiaoling quickly clarified.

“That’s easy! I’ll keep an eye out for you. Since you can go out for a bit, why not come with us now to look for Yaya?” Tang Wei, holding the locator tool crafted by Xiaoling, invited her enthusiastically.

“Of course!” Xiaoling, eager to explore, agreed happily.

Zixuan watched the two girls, shook his head helplessly, and stepped out of the space first. Tang Wei and Xiaoling exchanged smiles, linked hands, and followed.

Once outside, Tang Wei began tinkering with the locator tool. Fortunately, it was simple to use, and with Xiaoling’s guidance, two red dots soon appeared on the tablet—one for Chongchong, one for Yaya.

Chongchong was at the Tang residence, clearly visible on the map. But Yaya’s location showed up in City B, though the exact spot was unclear. Tang Wei quickly drew a circle, and the map zoomed in.

Now, Yaya’s position was nearly visible. Tang Wei analyzed it carefully, scarcely able to believe her eyes, so she drew another circle, making the location unmistakable.

She exclaimed, “Impossible!”

Zixuan took the locator and studied it seriously, frowning as he muttered, “The Xuan Yuan family? How can that be?”