Chapter 318: Chapter 243 I Bet You Can’t Last 3 Breaths (Additional update for “Bamboo Branch” bro!) Chapter 318: Chapter 243 I Bet You Can’t Last 3 Breaths (Additional update for “Bamboo Branch” bro!) Zhao Rong scrutinized himself again and found that his main consciousness contained no other stray thoughts. He was focused, thinking only of charging through his ridians with all his might.
“It is the water of your Heart Lake.”
Gui suddenly spoke up.
Zhao Rong’s brows furrowed even deeper in confusion, “The Heart Lake Water? What does it have to do with it?”
He had never heard of the Heart Lake Water, but he roughly understood, thinking that there was a Heart Lake in the center of his eyebrows, the lake of consciousness. So did that an the Heart Lake Water was related to thoughts?
After so thought, Gui explained:
“In the Xuanhuang Cultivation World, there is a special cultivation theory, though it is generally only understood by those cultivators who delve into the practice of Heart Lake skills. It roughly ans that the Heart Lake, which governs the thoughts and consciousness of a cultivator, can be superficially divided into two parts.”
Gui paused, seemingly collecting his words:
“One is the glistening shimr and clear hues of the lake surface, and the other is the unfathomable water of the Heart Lake.
The thoughts and ideas that you can perceive on a daily basis are like the shimring and clear hues on the surface of the lake, which you can actively control and change; while those thoughts that you are unaware of, cannot control, but which are still real and continue to process subconsciously, are the Heart Lake Water.”
Zhao Rong suddenly interjected, “Isn’t this just the conscious and the subconscious?”
Gui’s words ca to a halt, he fell silent for a mont, “Conscious? Subconscious? Those are good nas indeed, the Heart Lake Water and the shimr on the lake’s surface are indeed their manifestations…”
It rembered the matter at hand and continued:
“The Heart Lake Water, hmm, what you call the subconscious, is an existence that is unfathomable and usually unnoticed. For us cultivators, it is extrely profound. There is no telling what strange things are hidden in the water of the Heart Lake; malice like the Evil Flood Dragon lurking at the bottom of the heart, Heart Demons born during breakthroughs to new realms, these impedints of the Great Dao are all related to it.”
Zhao Rong pondered, “I understand what you’re saying. Are you suggesting that the reason my mind is unsettled is because there is a thought in my subconscious that worries ?”
Gui glanced at him a few tis, “The Throne does not know, as I cannot see through the water of your Heart Lake, nor do I know what you are thinking about. But seeing that your spirit is disturbed, the likelihood is high.”
It then spoke up again.
“The Throne advises you to stop for now, do not cultivate any further. Cultivation should eliminate all miscellaneous thoughts, and the spirit should be as clear as the water of the Moon Lake, focused and without carelessness. Otherwise, even the slightest distraction, as small as a mustard seed, can be magnified a thousandfold.
And you are at a critical mont of ridian charging. Although it is now only the Breaking ridian stage of the Ascending Realm, lacking even the qualification to experience deviation or to birth a Heart Demon, the ridians are fragile and cannot withstand too much distress. It’s better to wait.”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong did not imdiately open his eyes and stop his fist stance, but just slowed down his movents slightly. It was a crucial mont; the dam within his Yang Qiao ridian was visibly shaking and about to collapse.
Success was within reach, and he still hesitated. After all, it was just a mild disturbance of the spirit, which did not really affect the process of breaking through the ridian.
Gui seed to sense Zhao Rong’s hesitation and decided to earnestly persuade him.
“Zhao Rong,” it said sincerely, “The Throne speaks from experience. Listen to . The more you don’t want sothing to happen, the more likely it will happen. Just stop for now. What’s the rush? You’ve been this slow already; could you be any slower? The Throne was too strict with you before. We will practice when there’s a chance, and wait when there isn’t. You’re not in a hurry for a mont, hmm, but you’re in a hurry for eternity, so this little bit doesn’t make a difference, right?”
Zhao Rong’s face darkened. What kind of pep talk was this? It felt like an affectionate concern for a “waste”.
He inwardly complained and, after pondering for a mont, said nothing and continued his stance.
Noticing that Zhao Rong still didn’t stop, the Sword Spirit softened its tone for once.
“Stop practicing, Zhao Rong. A cultivator climbing a mountain aims to be the exception, not to chase after that exception. Please stop, do not gamble any further. The Throne knows that the boiling phenonon of your Innate Primordial Qi is rare, and it is indeed a pity to let it cool naturally… Or, could you take out that chest-wrap of your consort… while it’s warm?”
Zhao Rong: “……”
“Get lost!” Zhao Rong couldn’t help but blurt out, none too gently.
He continued, serious in tone.
“I’m not gambing it will not co; I’m waiting for it to co. I want to see what thought buried in the Heart Lake Water is making my spirit restless. This young master wants to see for himself how it affects my ridian charge!”
Upon hearing this, Gui continued with its experienced persuader’s tone:
“Zhao Rong, you won’t last, not because The Throne looks down on you, but precisely because you won’t, that’s why it lurks in the depths of the lake and disturbs your spirit. You’ve got the cause and effect all wrong. Besides, thoughts are fleeting and fast, you can’t keep up, really, The Throne bets you won’t last three breaths. Stop now.”
Zhao Rong’s eyebrows furrowed even more. At this mont, the dam in his “Yang Qiao ridian” was like a candle in the wind, flickering and about to go out.
In an instant, he had cut off all hesitation, his spirit resolute.
Within his body, the red snake in the “Ren ridian,” “Du ridian,” and “Yin Qiao ridian,” forming a miniature Circulation, swirled and gathered strength, circling endlessly.
In the center of the room, Zhao Rong stepped to the right, tilted his elbow, and made a move that was powerful yet light.
Elbow Position.
At the sa ti inside his ridians, the red snake, whose speed nearly reached the limit of what his ridians could bear, shot forward like an arrow from a bow, covering a thousand miles in a mont, charging directly towards the “Yang Qiao ridian”.
Thump————
There was a dull sound, and it was uncertain where it ca from.
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