Attacked by the Female Demon at the Beginning-Chapter 233 - The Returning Light

Chapter 233: The Returning Light

At night, Jiang Hao made sure everything was safe around him and began to extract cultivation and vital energy.

After more than a year of accumulation, he finally reached completion.

If all went well, he could advance to the mid-stage of Nascent Soul.

He would temporarily be stronger than Liu Xingchen.

However, the latter couldn’t be measured by common sense and still required caution.

Of course, the one he truly needed to guard against was Bai Ye.

These past few days, he had assessed his own condition again, and not only that, he had tried operating all kinds of powers.

There were no problems.

Unfortunately, Hong Yuye hadn’t appeared for seven months; otherwise, he could have had the final assurance.

Clearing his mind, he began to focus on advancing.

Blood qi and spiritual energy surged wildly within his body.

The Primordial Heart Sutra operated, nourishing the body with blood qi, and spiritual energy traveled through the hundred meridians, then nourishing the Nascent Soul.

The breakthrough came with some pain, but that was normal.

Enduring for a moment, Jiang Hao felt a great door being blasted open, and new power began to condense.

It was extremely strong and full of vitality.

When the power settled down, Jiang Hao sensed his body.

“I’ve reached the mid-stage of Nascent Soul, smoother than expected.”

He felt the strength of the Nascent Soul, which made advancement easier.

Often picking up spirit bubbles, coupled with possessing Nascent Soul divine abilities, made his situation far surpass other Nascent Souls.

Liu Xingchen’s rapid advancement might also be due to devouring remnants of souls, which just happened to nourish his Nascent Soul.

Moreover, he likely possessed divine abilities as well.

It was difficult to determine specifically.

Jiang Hao’s knowledge was also insufficient to guess. freeweɓnovel.cøm

If he could obtain the cultivation methods practiced by a true disciple of the Haotian Sect, perhaps he could speculate.

Afterward, he closed his eyes again to use the remaining cultivation to consolidate his gains.

To prevent any accidents.

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Early morning.

Jiang Hao activated his divine ability, Manifestation, and then he activated Hidden Spirit to replace the previous power.

After recovering his cultivation, he re-recorded the attack of his wrist guard.

He also took out the Heavenly Saber to nurture.

He didn’t go to the Spiritual Medicine Garden all day.

Only in the evening did he make a trip there to collect bubbles.

He also checked the surroundings again.

Assured there were no issues, he returned to his courtyard and then activated the Heavenly Secret Concealment Talisman to conceal his fate once more.

Indeed, there were people observing in secret.

From their gaze, their cultivation didn’t seem strong.

At least they hadn’t reached Nascent Soul.

However, to avoid startling them, he didn’t probe these people.

He felt that they all had protective treasures to conceal their presence.

After a long while, these people gradually disappeared, probably feeling it was enough to know he was there.

After informing the rabbit that he would go to the Spiritual Medicine Garden tomorrow, Jiang Hao entered his room.

He carefully sensed Xiao Li’s sub-ring, then sat cross-legged.

At this moment, he was still nurturing the Heavenly Saber.

Late at night, feeling it was about time, he disappeared from the spot.

......

Huangsha River.

Yuxia Village.

The bright moon hung high, and a silver gauze fell from the sky, covering the tranquil little village.

Occasionally, a dog’s bark could be heard. But more often, it was the fine chirping of insects.

In a corner of the village, a small courtyard still had its lights on.

“Grandma, I’m going to sleep. Tomorrow I’ll go to the river and catch fish for you and grandpa,” a girl’s voice came from a room in the courtyard.

“Alright, time to sleep, or you won’t be able to get up tomorrow,” a slightly aged voice emanated from the room.

After a moment of tranquility, the girl’s voice was heard again.

“Grandma, tell me the story of the Sea God.”

“Okay, I’ll tell you,” the voice replied with a hint of indulgence.

A long while later.

The story ended, and the girl did not speak again, seemingly having fallen asleep.

Then the flames died down.

At this time, a figure appeared in the courtyard.

His arrival did not disturb anyone.

“Is this the place?” Jiang Hao glanced at the peaceful courtyard before turning to leave.

He had no intention of disturbing them.

Stepping out of the courtyard, he saw Cheng Chou not far away, digging around a tree.

Although he did not understand why, he still did not interfere.

Some time passed.

Jiang Hao arrived at the distant back mountain and sat down cross-legged under a tree.

Because he carried danger with him, he needed to make sure that the Heavenly Secret Concealment Talisman could truly evade the prying eyes of everyone.

If it failed, someone might notice him.

If they were quick enough, they might even come after him.

At this moment, he was fully prepared for any strong enemy; if he could kill, he would kill.

If the enemy was too strong, then he would delay them for three breaths’ time.

Then he would return to the Tianyin Sect.

That way, he wouldn’t implicate Xiao Li and the others.

By dawn, Jiang Hao had not sensed any danger.

It seemed temporarily safe.

On his way to the village, he happened to see an old man with a bamboo basket leaving Xiao Li’s house.

This was an old man with a slightly bent back, dark skin, and a face filled with wrinkles.

Looking at him, Jiang Hao’s brow furrowed slightly.

Then he walked over.

His clear and natural footsteps drew the old man’s sidelong glance.

“Y-young man, are you looking for directions?” the old man asked with some concern.

Jiang Hao shook his head and spoke softly:

“Just passing by, I wanted to wander around. What are you planning to do, elder?”

“Digging some bamboo shoots,” the old man replied.

“Let’s do it together; I’d like to see how it’s done,” Jiang Hao said warmly.

Seeing that the other party was dignified and well-spoken, the old man knew that if Jiang Hao had any ill intentions, he wouldn’t be able to escape anyway.

“Alright.”

Then the two of them headed into the mountains.

“Elder, you must not be in good health, right? Why would you want to go into the mountains to dig bamboo shoots? What about your family?” Jiang Hao asked on the way.

The old man chuckled.

“I’ve been bedridden for half a month, and my granddaughter always says the bamboo shoots I pick are delicious. Today I felt much better and could walk, so I took this opportunity to go into the mountains to look for them.”

“You really love your granddaughter,” Jiang Hao echoed.

“She’s a bit mischievous but truly well-behaved; she’s our precious granddaughter,” the old man said with a tone of affection.

“What about your children?” Jiang Hao asked again.

At this, the old man shook his head helplessly.

“Who knows? Maybe they don’t want to care for us anymore, or maybe they died out there.”

Listening, Jiang Hao felt that although the old man said this, his tone still held hope that his children were alive.

“This one looks good,” the old man stopped at a bamboo shoot, ready to start digging.

“Let me do it. I’ve never done this before and have always wanted to try,” Jiang Hao said with a smile, taking the tool.

“Then I’ll trouble you, young man,” the old man said, somewhat embarrassed.

“Do you feel that you have any regrets after living for most of your life?” Jiang Hao asked while digging.

“Of course,” the old man replied with a smile.

“Who lives without regrets? I feel like I’ve spent most of my life living with regret or remorse.”

“You’ve had a hard life, haven’t you?” Jiang Hao glanced at the old man’s hands, full of calluses.

Hearing this, the old man leaned against a tree and laughed.

“What’s there to be bitter about? Everyone lives like this. I just occasionally wonder what life is like for the big lords in the city. What kind of hoes do they use for farming?”

“Hoes made of gold?” Jiang Hao asked.

“Haha,” the old man laughed loudly/

“The big lords don’t farm.”

Jiang Hao smiled faintly and then dug out the bamboo shoot.

“Let’s dig another one for my granddaughter to eat later,” the old man said.

Jiang Hao took the bamboo basket and shouldered it, saying,

“Let’s dig two more; I have plenty of time.”

Watching the old man, whose vitality seemed to be burning for the last time, he couldn’t help but sigh.