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Chapter Sixty-Nine: Miaomiao's Letter
Lin Feng held Miaomiao's letter tightly, as if it were a precious treasure, and burrowed into his blankets, sneaking glances at it while grinning foolishly.
He read it over and over again, never growing tired of it.
Lin Feng:
Hehe, did you guess who I am? (Seeing "hehe" makes it obvious it's me, no need to guess!)
You silly pig definitely can't figure it out. Sigh, let me tell you. I miss you so, so much, Miaomiao. Damn it, Lin Feng, have you forgotten me completely?
Thinking back on the time, it's been a year and a half since we last met. Every day, aside from cultivating, I sit on the cliff reminiscing about our past together and thinking about you, you fool. (The cliff? It must be that one we found before entering the Inner Sect!)
Did this remind you of which cliff I'm talking about? You must have forgotten; otherwise, you wouldn't have taken so long to contact me. Hmph!
It's the cliff we found before entering Solitary Moon City’s Inner Sect. We used to sit there together, swinging our legs in the wind while gazing at the vast Solitary Mountain. (It really is that cliff.)
Over this past year and a half, I've thought of many ways to reach out to you; I even raised a white crane for this purpose. Unfortunately, the crane doesn't know where you are; otherwise, it could help me send a message across the miles.
In the end, I chose the simplest and most common method—sending you a letter through Senior Brother Lindor. I wonder if you'll receive it.
The Jiuzhou Gathering Conference is about to begin. Lin Feng, how is your cultivation going now?
Do you know who I most want to battle at the Jiuzhou Conference?
You would never guess that this person is you. You must find it quite strange.
I never liked fighting or training. In Qingshan Town, it was forced upon me by my father. In Solitary Moon City, it was for our survival. I hope there comes a day when you can defeat me; that way, as you grow stronger, I won't need to be strong anymore.
All I want is to quietly and simply do what I love. Do you think I lack ambition? Hmph, I already guessed that.
This is my first letter, and I don't even know if you'll receive it. For now, I'll leave it at that.
Lin Feng, as time passes, no matter how your cultivation progresses, remember to come back. Until you are strong enough, I can still be a powerful presence. Do you know? My ranking on the monument has changed; I'm now ranked third.
Since reaching third place, many have come seeking me out. There are also many handsome suitors from years past. Don't worry; I've listened to your advice and haven't met with them. Even my senior brothers rarely talk to me. You must be careful in the bustling world outside; don't let it corrupt you. Otherwise, hmph, you know my methods.
Lin Feng, wait for your return.
Lin Feng spent the entire morning in bed, finally falling asleep while holding Miaomiao's letter and then dreaming a beautiful dream. In his dream, he became the Supreme Being of the realm, riding on a rainbow cloud to marry Miaomiao. She wore a luxurious bridal gown and waited for him in the grand city center beneath her veil.
After such a lovely sleep and dream, Lin Feng was reluctant to wake up.
By the afternoon, Lin Feng had recovered significantly and could walk normally again. He decided to head to the primordial forest to cultivate and solidify his Fate Realization.
As Lin Feng passed by the Training Ground, he called over Lindor and asked, "How are the recent battles going? Haha!"
"Reporting to you, my lord, the battle will begin in two days at the earliest and five days at the latest," Lindor replied.
"Oh, there are still two days left, just enough time for me to train. Haha!"
"My lord, you should take care of your health and rest well first."
"It's fine, I'm tough as nails; getting hurt is just a part of life for me, haha!"
"My lord... are you really okay?"
"Of course I'm fine! Just focus on training, haha!"
Lindor looked at Lin Feng leaving with a puzzled expression. At that moment, Hu Bing and Chang Long also gathered around.
Hu Bing said, "What's up with the lord today? He can't stop smiling; he seems to be in a great mood."
Chang Long shook his head and replied, "I don't think it's just a matter of mood; he looks a bit... a bit off."
Chang Long hesitated to speak, but Lindor nodded in agreement. "I also think something's strange about the lord; I've never seen him like this before."
Hu Bing suddenly recalled something and said, "Could it be that after that battle, the lord suffered some aftereffects?"
"That's possible."
"Very possible."
Chang Long and Lindor nodded simultaneously.
Lin Feng returned to the primordial forest, first focusing on his cultivation until he reached the final page, restoring a significant amount of his own cultivation. Then, a mysterious transformation occurred, leading to something new.
The first phrase was: "The color seen is the color itself; the path of cultivation begins."
"What does this mean?"
Lin Feng couldn't help but look up, only to find that things were indeed different from before. In the past, the sky sometimes appeared blue, sometimes gray, and at times it was a fiery red.
Now, Lin Feng's gaze pierced through the blue and white clouds, entering the starry sky, where he saw a color resembling black.
Lin Feng confirmed that this was not black. He could clearly see that this color was not merely a visual perception but was formed by the manifestation of Vital Energy, Earth Spirit Energy, and the unique aura of the starry sky.
This color was the Mysterious Color; it was true color.
Lin Feng finally understood why previously the Foundation referred to "the seen color is not the true color." Fate Realization had indeed changed everything. Lin Feng continued to study diligently, acquiring more knowledge.
It turned out that Foundation Establishment and cultivation were merely the first level of practice. Only upon reaching Fate Realization did one truly enter the path of cultivation and gain insight into the Dao.
Reflecting on these thoughts, Lin Feng distinctly felt a resonance within his Ancient Cauldron, connecting with his Primordial Spirit.
Lin Feng understood that this was his Destiny Artifact. Compared to other artifacts of the same level, his Destiny Artifact was somewhat different. Other artifacts could be picked up and used directly by anyone.
The Destiny Artifact and the Cultivator's own Primordial Spirit, soul, and cultivation are all intertwined. This treasure becomes a part of the body, allowing it to unleash some unexpected special powers.
If someone were to find a Destiny Artifact that does not belong to them, they would need to erase all traces of its original owner before they could use it. However, erasing these traces would result in a loss of power for the artifact.
The power of a Destiny Artifact is also related to the length of time it has fused with its owner. The longer the fusion, the stronger its special powers become.
"In the Mysterious, there is intention. I have cultivated Ding Yuan, and the Ancient Cauldron has become my Destiny Artifact. Its special power naturally involves absorbing Essence Blood. I used to think it only absorbed the Essence Blood of fierce beasts, but now it seems it does not spare even human Essence Blood. Thus, I have named it the Blood Devouring Cauldron."
"Is the Dao about to be enacted? It is fate. Is the Dao about to be discarded? It is fate."
This is the second statement, discussing what Fate truly is.
The Many Paths of the Dao are awe-inspiring. What common people refer to as Fate carries this meaning. One must revere the Dao, be grateful for it, and earnestly cultivate without harboring any blasphemous thoughts towards it. Only under its protection can one achieve success in cultivation.
However, this is not its true meaning. The Fate it emphasizes refers to one's own life and path. The Many Paths of the Dao—my path is my own.
If others were to see this, they would deem it heretical and consider it demonic.
Such a method of cultivation would leave others speechless if it fell into their hands. To ignore the Great Dao and cultivate one's own path—how arrogant! Yet Lin Feng, having traversed worlds, believes this is indeed the right way to embark on the path of Supreme Being. As for right and wrong being merely a matter of thought, dividing good and evil by sects is merely an act of selfishness, each vying for territory.
Lin Feng began consolidating his cultivation according to his practice, restoring himself. Master Da had arranged a Primordial Path for him, focusing solely on the initial stages of the Great Dao. As for the direction of his cultivation? That was for him to comprehend on his own.
This is also why Sword Saint Senior did not teach him his own Sword Technique. The Many Paths of the Dao have evolved over countless years into an intricate web of legacies. To forge one's own path is incredibly difficult.
As time passed, day and night slipped away. Lin Feng's body and Primordial Spirit had fully recovered to their peak state, and his cultivation had stabilized at the early stage of Fate.
"It’s time for the Medicinal Bath."
Lin Feng had already slain six-level ferocious beasts, and now it was time to hunt a Seventh-Grade Beast. The snow-covered landscape was vast and white, making it difficult to find the beast. After half a day's effort, Lin Feng located the cave of the Seventh-Grade Beast, the Devourer, and engaged in a fierce battle.
The Devourer excelled in ice and snow Divine Ability; with every breath, it unleashed chilling air that not only froze living beings but also turned everything in its path into shards when the wind blew. Even more deadly was the fact that the cold air was laced with potent poison. Anyone caught in it without an Elixir or powerful Martial Arts Technique would perish within five miles.
The intense fight lasted for a full eight hours. Relying on the unparalleled sharpness of the Moon City Sword, Lin Feng finally killed the Devourer. He collected its True Blood for the Medicinal Bath and roasted its flesh for later use.
After consuming the Devourer's True Blood, the Ancient Cauldron resonated with a faint red glow that enveloped it entirely. The image of the Devourer became strikingly prominent on the cauldron's surface, even slightly raised. In contrast, the images of previously slain four-level and below ferocious beasts gradually faded away, giving the Ancient Cauldron an appearance as if it had experienced countless months, with intricate patterns that exuded a sense of age.
"Very well, with my current strength, I can head to the battlefield," Lin Feng said confidently.
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