Reincarnation: A Wuxia/Xianxia Cultivation Novel (Path of Lazy Immortal Book 1)

by A P Gore

  This was his only choice right now. If he forty-nine percent of his blood had remained, hell yes, he would go with the Blood Replenishing Powder, but not now. The White Cicada Fruit had topmost importance to him right now.

  White Cicada Fruit was a common fruit and had little use in alchemy. Even commoners discarded it, as it smelled horrible. It was known for its dilution property and used by many small sects to dilute heavenly elixirs and poisons. The diluted liquid would have some percentage of the original elixir or poison and could be used in large quantities.

  White Cicada Fruit had another version called Three Leaf White Cicada Fruit. It had better properties and could maintain a better percentage of the original liquid’s properties, but it was quite costly. White Cicada Fruit retained fifteen percent of the original liquid’s properties, while its big brother retained thirty percent.

  Of course, the one Fei’er bought was the normal one and would only make the juice keep twelve to fifteen percent of his blood’s properties. That’s why he needed the purest of his blood, and that was his Heart Blood. Every human produced a drop of Heart Blood once in a year, and it was stored in one’s heart. It was a super blood drop that contained the power of thousands of blood drops. It wouldn’t be useful for common people, but high-level cultivators had many uses for it.

  “Young master, how could you . . .” She sobbed, stepping backward.

  “Fei’er.” He coughed. “Let me show you. Get a small pot and pour a drop of your blood and some White Cicada Fruit juice in it.”

  Fei’er’s eyes gleamed and she followed his instructions. When the white juice mixed with the blood, it turned dark red at first, then the color faded and settled on a faint red. It even carried the faint fragrance of orchid.

  “Taste it, and you’ll know.”

  Fei’er hesitated for a moment and then drank the juice. “It tastes like . . .”

  “Your own blood. I’ve lost a lot of blood, Fei’er and I need to replenish it. But I need my own blood to do this,” Wei replied, but it wasn’t entirely true. There was another method. He could use another’s blood too.

  Blood Essence Body Cultivation Art was a tyrannical art. It lay in the gray area of the righteous and demonic path. One could cultivate it faster by drinking blood from others, but that was a superficial method—and a demonic one too. Although he didn’t believe in being the most righteous guy in the world, he didn’t like demonic ways either.

  The other way of cultivating Blood Essence Body Cultivation Art was using one’s own blood. One could drain oneself and then regenerate new blood using the cultivation art. Despite being slowest, it brought many benefits.

  If he had only lost fifty-one percent of his blood, he could have stabbed himself and guided the knife using his divine sense to take a drop of his Heart Blood, but now he had to rely on someone else, and whom could he trust other than Fei’er?

  “But young master, you’ve already lost so much blood. If I make a mistake, you might die.”

  “Fei’er. I’ve lost ninety-one percent of my blood, and there’s no other way to gain blood. Don’t worry, I know a secret method that will help me replenish my blood using this method.”

  “But . . .”

  “Just do it. It’s an order.” He hardened his face.

  “But I’m afraid.”

  “I’ll guide you.”

  After five minutes of hesitation, she pulled a small knife out and put it on his chest, but she shook her head the next moment. “No, I can’t do it.”

  “Fucking do it already.” With all his might, he pushed himself forward and let the knife pierce his heart. Pain withered through his fragile body as the metal tip entered his skin first and then muscle. It was excruciating, and he couldn’t take it, but he had to.

  “Young master, you . . .” Fei’er was about to pull her knife back when he pushed himself to the extreme and grabbed her hand.

  “Do it.”

  “This . . .” Fei’er closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and pushed the knife into his chest.

  Inch by inch, a marker of agony closed on his heart. As he had lost most of his blood already, no blood came out of the wound.

  That was a good thing, as he didn’t want to pollute the heart blood.

  “To your right,” he cried through his teeth as the knife headed for his ribcage.

  Fei’er sobbed and moved the knife to her right a little.

  “Little more . . .” A loud cry slipped out of his mouth as the knife stabbed in the wall of his heart. He couldn’t take it anymore and lost consciousness.

  Chapter 9 Blood Essence Body Layer one

  Li Wei was roaming through the dreamland when cold water splashed over his face. The moment he opened his eyes, a thick speck of sunlight blinded his eyes. His eyes failed to bear even that much sunlight.

  Things were grim, and even his divine sense seemed to turn dull and hazy.

  “Where . . .” A pair of pretty moist eyes stared at him in the backdrop of his shabby room that became blurry as he glanced at it.

  “Young master.” Fei’er grabbed his chin and pushed a small ceramic cold bowl to his lips. “I’ve extracted two drops of your Heart Blood and made this juice.” She sounded hurt.

  “Thanks . . .” He couldn’t say anymore. All he wanted was to lose himself in the unique orchid fragrance she exuded and sleep for an eternity.

  No. Li Wei, wake up. You have to do better in this life.

  A sharp voice came out of his subconscious, thrashing into his mind and obliterating the degenerated thoughts. No, he couldn’t lose himself. In this life, he couldn’t make the same mistakes.

  With all his might, he forced himself awake. With half-open eyes that felt like tons of weights were attached to them, he stared at the thick red blood in the white ceramic bowl with a blue dragon painted on it. Inhaling deeply, he smelled the blood. It smelled like nothing. It was his own blood. Every person had a unique smell to their blood that depended on their Spirit Root attribute, but his Spirit Root had no attribute, so his blood smelled like nothing. A blank sheet that he was re-writing with his own script. This blank sheet would get to the apex.

  Not the Earth Grade Physical Root, but his blank sheet Bronze Spirit Root would carry him forward this time.

  For his own life, he had to remain awake.

  Pressing his lips on the bowl’s cold edge, he gulped the first sip of his own blood. It tasted awkward.

  “Blood Essence Body Cultivation Art. Initiation.” Shouting in his mind, he directed the blood he just drank into his first meridian, the meridian that connected to stomach: Yangming meridian.

  Blood Essence Body Cultivation Art was peculiar in its cultivation method. Unlike the old art he’d practiced, Firmament Fire Body Cultivation Art, that required him to consume fire-attributed things, Blood Essence Body required him to baptize his own meridians and revive himself. Essence energy he absorbed from nature would revive his meridians at lower levels and bring forth his body’s potential.

  Revive in oneself. Form the ultimate Blood Constellation. Blood above all.

  It was the first line written on the jade slip he’d obtained in the strange secret realm. Once completed to a certain level, it would pack all the knowledge the body experienced in each drop of blood, allowing one to revive oneself from a single drop.

  It worked on one principle and disregarded everything else.

  It formed the ultimate Blood Constellation.

  Blood above all.

  Well, he didn’t believe in it completely, nor had he the jade slips to cultivate this art to the peak levels. He didn’t need them. He only had to reach Foundation Realm to sustain array carving using his divine sense and then cultivate qi. This was a special Soul Array he had learned in the later part of his previous life. It was different from the array Wang Zia had carved in his dantian using beast blood. It was far superior to the method Wang Zia had used.

  But he had to reach Foundation Realm to try that. Right now, his divine sense was w
eak and flickery, but it might stabilize once he reached Foundation Realm. Even in all professions like Alchemy, Arrays and Artificers Foundation Realm was the least stage of cultivation one needed to reach before starting one’s journey on that path.

  The first drop of White Cicada Juice mixed with his blood passed through his throat and entered his Yangming meridian. It was a large meridian that connected with thousands of small blood vessels surrounding it. The initiation of Blood Essence Body Cultivation Art required him to circulate his blood through a certain path along with a specific chant. It was like qi cultivation, where he circulated heaven and earth essence through a special path inside his body. Once initiated, he would be able to absorb heaven and earth’s essence energy and store it inside his blood and body.

  One drop, another drop, and then multiple drops started moving through the blood vessels and reappearing in his Yangming meridian, but a strange thing happened. For every one hundred blood drops, only fifty would come out of the connected blood vessels. Thanks to his divine sense, he could watch every blood drop passing through his meridian.

  They were disappearing in the middle.

  What was going on? Where did the blood go?

  Bewildered, he spread his divine sense to the other parts of his body.

  What he saw left him in shock. Before this, his body was devoid of any blood, like a blood-drained corpse, but the condition was changing. New blood started appearing all over his body. Shiny red blood drops drove through his meridians and blood vessels, rejuvenating them with strong vitality. In comparison, his old blood looked like dogshit. It had a faint black color, while the new blood had dark red vitality. If he compared it to the Foundation Realm in his previous life, it was way better than that. And this was even before he reached the first layer of Refinement Realm.

  This was a heaven-defying cultivation art. Now he realized why this cultivation art required one to bleed to death and drink another’s blood to initiate it. It needed space in the body so it could replenish the blood using this strange phenomenon. It actually multiplied the blood through some means. If one tried recycling one’s own blood with one hundred percent blood force, they might explode from too much blood.

  That made sense. The less blood one had in their body, the better the cultivation art worked. And this new blood had an incomparable vitality when compared to the blood he had.

  Maybe this was a good thing. With an elated heart, he drank the juice faster, sending it through his Yangming meridian. The best part, it didn’t hurt at all. When he’d cultivated Firmament Fire Body Cultivation Art, he’d had to put his body through so many hardships. One time he even had to step in an alchemy furnace. A hot, bubbling alchemy furnace. That was more than brutal, and he’d had nightmares for months after that experience.

  This was much better.

  Time passed slowly, and he drank the pot full of White Cicada Fruit juice mixed with his Heart Blood in six hours. It took six hours, but he felt like only a moment had passed in between, and the result was astonishing.

  When the last drop of White Cicada Fruit juice moved out of his Yangming meridian, he noticed it had changed color from faint black to a throbbing red. It had gone through the qualitative change, and if he had to measure his blood quantity, he had replenished sixty percent of his total blood.

  He felt a lot better.

  But the initiation wasn’t over. Two more steps were needed to complete the initiation. First, to draw out the old blood, and second, to refill the rest of his blood. Suddenly, he felt good about having only nine percent old blood remaining in his body.

  Thanks to his divine sense and the color of the new blood, it was easier to spot the old blood. As he had bled profusely, his body had pushed all the remaining blood to two organs: his brain and heart. That made sense. If any organ had failed, he would have died already.

  “Fei’er.” He opened his eyes and stared at the little lass sitting next to him with her head on her knees. In the darkness, she looked so sad, and he had an urge to tousle her hair and tell her everything was all right.

  “Young master.” Her head snapped up, her eyes teary.

  “I’m fine, but I need you to stab me again, just above my ears, and next to my heart. Stab it until it bleeds.

  “Young master . . .” She cupped her small mouth.

  “Don’t you see I’m doing better than before?” He asked, smiling faintly. Although his wounds hadn’t healed, his vitality had undergone a tremendous transformation, and he could force his muscles to act on his will.

  Fei’er scanned him through her beautiful eyes. “Yes, but this . . .”

  “Do you want me to do it myself?”

  “I’ll do it.” Bringing the knife up, she first stabbed it in his heart under his guidance, drawing a lot of blood out.

  It hurt like hell, but his heart was in overdrive, pushing new blood through his Yangming meridian and producing new blood everywhere.

  “Brain now.” Out of the nine percent old blood, his heart had five and his brain had four remaining.

  Crying, she stabbed above his right ear and pierced a hole in his brain, rupturing a small meridian.

  Blood oozed out of his skull, and he felt his consciousness fading in and out. As the blood flew out of his brain, his thought process became muddy, and he stopped sensing things around him.

  But it lingered only for a few breaths, and soon everything become clear. Clear unlike before.

  He had reached the final stage of initiation, and was on the verge of reaching layer one of body Refinement Realm. Now he could finally absorb heaven and earth’s essence energy.

  Chapter 10 Danger

  In an isolated room in the Li clan compound, a bloodied man lay on the ground. His clothes were tattered, and various wounds could be seen on his whole body. In all, he was beaten like an animal.

  Two men entered the room, and one of them kicked the bloodied man as soon as he stepped in.

  “Li Sua, are you still not talking? Don’t blame me for not showing mercy for a thief like you.” Li Jia punched with his right hand and sent Li Sua’s wounded body flying away. Because of this bastard, Li Jia had lost a golden opportunity to step into layer five Foundation Realm. If he had eaten the Foundation Refirming Pill, he would have reached layer five Foundation Realm easily and entered the Heavenly Firmament Sect in the next month’s recruitment.

  But this bastard had to eat that pill like a pig.

  “Tell me, how did you steal that pill?” His next punch landed on Li Sua’s nose, breaking his already bloody nose. But no matter how he hit this bastard, the rage flowing through his heart wouldn’t subside.

  “Li Jia, wait.” Li Tang entered the room and spoke in a loud voice. A golden talisman lay in his hand, and it emitted a strange mysterious light. It was a Far Distance Sound Transmission Talisman. Li Tang had used it to converse with their father, Li Shua. They were afraid if Li Sua had stolen the pill from the clan’s treasury, they would face wrath of their father.

  “What did father say?” Li Jia stopped his kick in midair.

  “The pill is not from the treasury. It seems we underestimated this junior brother of ours. Either he squandered money from our clan, or he obtained it from somewhere else.” Li Tang’s eyes glittered like a hungry pig.

  Li Jia turned his head to stare at the blood-laden Li Sua on the ground. That bastard was telling the truth. He got it from somewhere else, but how could he arrange so much money? The Li clan branch in this city only worked in the nearby mountains, cutting trees. They could never accumulate this much money. Li Ti handled the accounts, and it was impossible to cheat him. Even Li Jia didn’t dare to squander any money from the arm of the business he took care of because of their younger brother.

  “Li Sua, if you tell us the source of the pill, we might let you live.” Li Jia stomped his foot on Li Sua’s right knee, crushing it a little.

  “You motherf—” Li Sua cried out in pain. “Pill spirit, you’ve betrayed me. Come and help me, else y
ou’ll die a horrific death.”

  Li Jia frowned. This bastard kept calling on an unknown pill spirit. Either he had lost his mind, or he was fooling them.

  “Tell us the truth. Else I’ll pull your tendons out and feed them to dogs.” Li Jia used his qi to push his leg on Li Sua’s knee. A cracking sound came out of Li Sua’s leg, and he broke out with another loud cry. This degenerate brother had no shame. He cried like a girl.

  “I’ll— Let me go, please. I’ll tell you the truth. It was my son, Li Wei, who gave me this pill. He stole it from somewhere. Go and ask him, but please spare me.”

  Li Tang’s forehead broke out in black lines. “Isn’t that the kid you killed yesterday?” He stared at Li Jia.

  Li Jia broke out in a cold sweat. If this proved to be true, then he had stepped on a scorpion’s tail.

  “Don’t worry. He is alive. There’s a girl feeding him Blood Nourishing Powder.” Li Ti spoke for the first time. This younger brother of theirs was a silent person, but he had a terrifying degree of perception and a massive information-gathering network. Because of him, their clan business had flourished for the last five years.

  Fortunately, Li Ti did not aspire to the patriarch position. His goal was to join the alchemy sect of the region, Divine Fragrance Palace, so Li Jia didn’t have to fear his extraordinary gifts.

  “Then let’s go and capture this kid,” Li Tang said. “Li Ti, stay here and look after Li Sua. Make sure he doesn’t run away.”

  After Li Ti nodded, they stepped out of the room and headed toward the lone cabin at the corner of the Li compound.

  ***

  Evening light passed through the doorframe, illuminating young master Wei’s tranquil face. Ki Fei changed her position so the bright light wouldn’t disturb young master’s sleep.

  The restless day had passed, bringing hope and peace. It was most brutal day of her life. Watching her young master waver between life and death had stressed her to the limit. She felt like she had aged ten years at least in a single day.