Chapter 380
Chapter 380
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 380
>Chapter Title: Pureheart
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“Daddy?” Li Sui raised her two eyeballs, watching the heart above her head beating rapidly.
She didn’t know why, but her daddy’s heart sometimes beat so fast. It was quite interesting.
Seeing that Li Huowang wasn’t paying her any attention, Li Sui cautiously extended a tentacle and poked at it. When there was still no reaction, she reached out another tentacle and tugged downward.
“Hiss—! What are you doing! Behave yourself!”
Hearing Li Huowang’s scolding, Li Sui jolted in fright and quickly retracted her tentacles.
Having been scolded, Li Sui didn’t dare move around anymore. She huddled in place, fiddling with the black spindle her daddy had given her.
She didn’t know what a spindle was, but since her daddy called this thing a spindle, she would call it a spindle too.
Holding her two eyeballs, she circled around the spindle several times. Soon, Li Sui started feeling bored again.
But she didn’t want to go out. Staying inside her daddy’s belly felt so comfortable and peaceful. She liked this sensation.
After pondering for a bit, Li Sui wrapped her tentacles around her eyeballs and slipped through Li Huowang’s belly button, cautiously peering outside.
In front of her daddy was a table with nothing on it except a cup of tea. Her daddy looked very anxious, as if he were waiting for something.
“Where is this?” Li Sui tried her best to make out the sounds around her, but everything was all muffled and incomprehensible.
“Oh, someone’s coming.” Li Sui curiously watched the fat-faced man, who was holding a stack of books.
“Why’s he carrying books? Is Daddy going to start teaching me characters again? I don’t want to learn characters.”
When the man placed the books on the table, Li Sui glanced over as well. Though she didn’t recognize many characters, she could make out, “Pureheart? Something like that?”
Just as Li Sui wanted to look more closely, her daddy had already picked up the book, and she couldn’t see it anymore.
Li Huowang’s pupils trembled slightly as he scanned the words on the page. He read with utmost seriousness, not missing a single character, because this book recorded information about purehearts!
After quickly finishing the first few pages, Li Huowang paused in slight surprise. It did indeed record information about purehearts.
But it wasn’t the information he wanted, because it described methods to refine so-called ritual implements using a pureheart’s eyes paired with a heart-turbid’s hair.
“Next!” Li Huowang swiftly grabbed another book and started reading again.
He went through one book after another, but they were all methods for refining pureheart bodies and minds. This filled Li Huowang with immense frustration.
He couldn’t use any of this at all. Was he supposed to refine ritual implements from his own organs?
As Li Huowang flipped faster and faster, a sharp bird cry suddenly interrupted him from the side.
“Why are you reading about purehearts? Do you have a pureheart on hand or something?”
When Li Huowang turned his head, he saw that Sima Lan, who had left earlier, had actually come back!
Looking at the books about purehearts right beside him, a chill shot straight to the back of Li Huowang’s neck. Would this make the other man suspect him?!
After a brief moment, Li Huowang calmly set down the book in his hand and explained, “I saw in a book before that North Wind is a pureheart, so I wanted to know what a pureheart really is.”
“Didn’t the great elders of the Coiling Jade Sect teach you?” Sima Lan asked.
Li Huowang reached back and took off the cloth bundle on his back. He lifted the thin cloth to reveal the pureheart tongue from the decaying nail-wood that he had photographed before.
“Back at the Cross Temple, someone did mention it, but they only ever told us lowly ones that a pureheart is a living heavenly treasure of earth and spirit—one that must be coaxed gently and never handled roughly. But they never explained why.”
“Are we supposed to coax North Wind too if we run into him later? Then how are we supposed to fight him?”
Sima Lan nodded slightly. “I see. In that case, you don’t need to search the four repositories anymore. Since you’re now of the Geng Banner, I’ll tell you myself.”
As Li Huowang’s eyes widened in surprise, Sima Lan spoke. “The Grandmaster once said: That which is born is not born, that which transforms does not transform. The unborn can give birth, the untransformed can effect transformation. The born cannot avoid birth, the transformed cannot avoid transformation; thus there is constant birth and constant transformation. That which is constantly birthing and transforming is birthing without cease.”
Hearing these words, Li Huowang’s head began to ache. He quickly raised a hand to stop him. “Brother Sima, please keep it simple. I never went to a private school—I’m an unlearned man. Just tell me straight what a pureheart is.”
At these words, Sima Lan’s brow furrowed, a flash of disdain and contempt passing through his gaze toward Li Huowang.
However, facing Li Huowang, he knocked on the blind bird beside him with his hand, and the bird began to answer as simply as possible.
“According to the Grandmaster, ordinary people have the ten emotions and eight sufferings, but a pureheart is different. In addition to the ten emotions and eight sufferings, he also possesses an innate primordial qi.”
“From the primordial chaos, form emerges; with form comes substance, yet without a complete body—this is called a pureheart. The pureheart’s innate primordial qi is extraordinarily potent. His ten emotions and eight sufferings can revert to primordial chaos, merging as one with the Heavenly Dao.”
“If you go hard against a pureheart and push him to his most desperate moment, and he activates that innate primordial qi, even immortals can’t save you.”
Hearing this, Li Huowang swallowed hard. “What would happen?”
“Overturning mountains and seas, summoning winds and rain—all at his mere thought!”
As he said this, even Sima Lan’s voice grew much softer, as if frightened by his own words.
“Hm?” Li Huowang paused slightly upon hearing this. Overturning mountains and seas, summoning winds and rain—was this really him? Was this really what a pureheart was?
Li Huowang’s gaze shifted to the faceless red middle behind Sima Lan, the evil monk, the headless Peng Longteng, and the half-bodied Jinshan Zhao.
“This doesn’t match! The pureheart this man’s talking about is completely different from me! Why didn’t he mention hallucinations? Why didn’t he say anything about the dead following along, or the pureheart’s body becoming misaligned?”
“Heh heh heh, of course this Mohist brat doesn’t know. He’s just reciting from a book. You think he’s actually seen a living pureheart?” The red middle, absent for so long, suddenly popped out, mocking him teasingly.
“Oh wait, no—this kid has seen a living pureheart. There’s one right in front of him! Hahaha!!”
Li Huowang’s eye twitched slightly as he completely ignored the red middle’s mockery and continued asking Sima Lan, “If dealing with an ordinary pureheart is already so dangerous, doesn’t that mean dealing with North Wind is even more troublesome?”
Sima Lan nodded. “Exactly. Think about it—how hard is it to deceive someone from the Sitting Oblivion Dao? That’s why he’s one of the Four Joys of the Sitting Oblivion Dao.”
“Then how do we deal with North Wind?” Li Huowang asked again.
“If the Surveillance Bureau knew how to deal with North Wind, they would’ve wiped him out long ago. Do you think they’d let him run around freely?”
Hearing this, Li Huowang’s expression grew grave. The information in the man’s words was substantial—he needed to sort it out carefully.
(End of chapter)