Chapter 493: Cultivation Breakthrough and the Heartless One
With each secret seal formed through the Nine Secrets of Vitality, one’s strength would increase by a noticeable margin.
But if one could reach the peak in the three life-nourishing aspects—vital blood, essence energy, and divine soul—and form the three corresponding seals, the "Blood Vitality Seal", the "Essence Vitality Seal", and the "Soul Vitality Seal", it was absolutely possible to fight across realms.
In other words, with three Blood Vitality Seals formed, Wei Tu now had the power to challenge mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.
Not to mention, he cultivated both body and energy paths.
His Blood Vitality Seals drew far more strength from his body than what a normal early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator could manage.
It was only due to Wei Tu’s modesty that he didn't boast. With his current strength, if he fought Ji Yifeng again, the outcome would be uncertain—he might even win.
"Too bad I can't cultivate the Essence Vitality and Soul Vitality Seals yet with my current level," Wei Tu shook his head and sighed softly.
Like many explosive demonic arts, the Nine Secrets of Vitality had its own cultivation thresholds.
The Blood Vitality Seal had the lowest entry point—requiring only a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator's level of blood vitality.
The Essence and Soul Vitality Seals, however, had much stricter thresholds, needing late-stage Nascent Soul essence energy and divine soul strength.
Wei Tu could meet the former requirement with ease. Thanks to his fourth-stage body refinement, his physical strength even surpassed that of most mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.
But for the latter two seals, he was still far from qualifying.
That said, forming the two higher-tier seals wasn’t completely out of reach. With the right rare spirit items, he could bypass the usual threshold and step directly into their cultivation.
"But there’s no rush. Once I break through to mid-stage Nascent Soul, I can start working on them."
Looking inward at his dantian, Wei Tu smiled slightly at the chubby, adorable Nascent Soul sitting there.
This dual cultivation with Fu Linglong hadn’t just advanced his mastery of the Nine Secrets of Vitality—it also significantly boosted his overall cultivation.
Right now, he was only one step away from reaching the peak of the early-stage Nascent Soul.
And that final step, by his estimate, would cost just one or two spirit crystals.
He still had sixteen spirit crystals on hand.
After spending the ones needed to reach the early-stage peak, the remaining wouldn’t be enough to push him straight into mid-stage, but the gap wouldn’t be big either.
In other words, if nothing unexpected happened, he’d break through to mid-stage Nascent Soul within fifty years.
One hundred years for each minor realm.
That kind of pace would be unimaginable even to the old Nascent Soul patriarchs of the Great Cang cultivation world.
And yet, he was about to make it a reality!
"Weilang, you’ve completed the Blood Vitality Seal cultivation?" At this moment, Fu Linglong, resting in Wei Tu’s arms, noticed the shift in his aura. Her delicate face lit up with joy for a second but quickly turned gloomy and distant as she looked up.
Although Wei Tu hadn’t said it outright, Fu Linglong, who had read the original Nine Secrets of Vitality, understood well—once Wei Tu finished cultivating the Blood Vitality Seal, it would likely be time for him to leave her.
After all, by then, she, as his "Buddha Heart Furnace", would no longer be of use to him.
As for dual cultivation to improve strength...
After these past few months, their vital yin and yang energies had already been used up. If they kept cultivating together, it would bring nothing but momentary pleasure—no real benefits.
"It's complete."
Wei Tu didn’t ignore Fu Linglong’s words, but his tone was cold and flat, clearly disregarding the affection she was pretending to show.
After speaking, he reached out to pull his robe over himself and left without hesitation.
"You…" Watching this, Fu Linglong felt a rush of anger. After months of tenderness, not even a kind word in return?
"Fine! It's better this way. From now on, I’m free. Hopefully, we part ways here and never meet again." She let out a cold snort, finally voicing what she'd been hiding beneath her soft demeanor.
But her words didn’t make Wei Tu pause. He only glanced at her once with indifference before turning into a stream of light and vanishing from the cave.
Three li.
Twenty li.
Fifty li…
As Wei Tu’s light drifted farther away, eventually disappearing from sight, the cold expression on Fu Linglong’s face once again faded into that same look of loneliness.
"Wei Tu… I’m so beautiful—can’t you show even a shred of warmth?"
She let out a soft sigh, lifting her fair hand to gently touch her silky-smooth skin and flawless face.
At this moment, she wasn’t sure what she truly felt about Wei Tu.
But one thing she did know was how he felt about her.
Months ago, he’d viewed her as an enemy, nearly killed her, and planted a demonic restriction in her body.
Now, even after intimacy, he still treated her with hostility, not even offering a single word of comfort before flying away.
Still, even so, during their time together, he had once stopped three times—just because she said "wait" three times.
'Maybe it was my fault...'
The thought suddenly crossed her mind.
But soon, she spat lightly and frowned in disgust. "What’s it got to do with me? It’s definitely that heartless man’s fault!"
"That bastard Wei Tu wronged me!"
Snorting a few times in frustration, Fu Linglong’s face turned smug. She spat a few times toward the cave entrance, mumbled something about "medicine scum," then got dressed, and flew off in the same direction as Wei Tu.
But after flying for a short while, something occurred to her. She turned around and flew back to the cave. On the wall inside, she carved a line of words:
"Lady Fu honored this scumbag Wei with her presence here!"
Finishing, she flicked her sleeve, left the cave again, and flew toward the direction of Peach Immortal City.
...
Half a cup of tea’s time after Fu Linglong left, a figure in green robes stepped into the cave. He looked at the words carved on the wall, his expression growing a bit strange.
"Fellow Daoist Wei, I think that little nun really does have feelings for you. There’s no need to be so ruthless and insist on killing her."
A deep, aged male voice came from within the green-robed man’s sleeve.
This person was none other than Wei Tu, and the voice belonged to Ancestor Chìlóng, who was hiding in his sleeve.
Clearly, unlike what Fu Linglong assumed, Wei Tu hadn’t actually left the area. He’d just used some method to conceal his presence.
Wei Tu didn’t respond right away. He stared at the writing on the wall in silence, as if lost in thought.
After a long while, he shook his head, flicked his sleeve, and left the cave again. This time, however, he wasn’t heading for Liao Prefecture—his direction was toward Wushan Kingdom.