Become Eternals
What If I Lost My Life?
After waiting for what seemed like forever, nothing strange happened. Bai Xiaochun looked seriously at the pattern on the turtle frying pan, and then looked down into the stove itself. There was nothing left of the wood except the ashes, so he left, to return a few minutes later with firewood again.
Firewood for personal use was not very common in the Oven, so he had to go find Big Fat Zhang to make another special request.
After lighting the fire, Bai Xiaochun once again focused on the first design on the turtle frying pan. When the wood burns, the design lights up. Bai Xiaochun's heart started pounding with excitement, and then suddenly, the wooden sword began to shine with a dazzling silver light.
He took a few steps back, after which the light slowly faded, and a piercing sensation began to come out from within the pan.
He took a deep breath and carefully stepped onto the pan. The wooden sword, like a grain of spirit rice, now had a bright silver design on it, which slowly faded into a deep silver color!
The sword looked different from before. Although still made of wood, now more impressed made of metal. Bai Xiaochun's eyes twinkled as he carefully pulled out the sword from the frying pan. It felt heavier, and also emitted a certain coldness.
“Succeed! My first boost of spirit on the wooden sword succeeded! ” Bai Xiaochun stroked the sword happily, then glanced at the pan and tried to decide what to do with it. In the end, he decided to just let it go. The more he treated her like an ordinary item, the less likely it was that anyone would notice her.
As for the spirit rice, he decided to eat it little by little over time. He would also be careful not to let anyone see the wooden sword. As an added measure, he came up with the idea of painting over a shining design.
Finally, he tidied up his room, then walked out nonchalantly, as if nothing strange had happened. Over the next few days, he collected some liquid materials from the Oven he used to paint the sword, making it bright and colorful, albeit somewhat unsightly. The most important thing is that the spirit design closes well enough so that it is not clearly visible. In the end, Bai Xiaochun nodded in satisfaction.
As the days passed, Bai Xiaochun became as comfortable as life in the Oven like a fish in water. He quickly adjusted to the other Elder Brothers, and also became familiar with the work that took place there. He soon discovers that different types of fire are needed to cook different spirit foods. In fact, different types of fire are described in terms of color; there is a one-color flame, a two-color flame, and so on. The wood he had used before to heat the turtle frying pan was one-color firewood.
Big Fatty Zhang began to grow very fond of Bai Xiaochun, and took care of him specifically. Furthermore, as he said, after a few months had passed, Bai Xiaochun started to gain weight.
He was no longer the skinny kid he was when he first joined the sect. He was fatter, but at the same time, his skin was also brighter and cleaner than before. He also seemed more innocuous than before, and had clearly reached the point of deserving the title of Ninth Fatty Bai.
He also experienced special snack timing on more than one occasion. However, what Bai Xiaochun found extremely frustrating was that, despite gaining weight, his cultivation seemed to develop as slowly as before. Eventually, he stopped worrying about it and spent most of his time eating and drinking with his brothers. Life is good. As the months passed, he heard a bit of gossip about the recent events in the Spirit Flow Sect.
Moreover, Big Fatty Zhang taught him more about the sect in general. He learned that the sect disciples were divided into Inner and Outer Sects. Any servant who could practice cultivation all the way to the third level of Qi Condensation would be able to challenge one of the ordeals with fire, which was the path that existed at the various mountain peaks in the sect. A servant who passed the trial by fire could join that mountain peak as an Outer Sect disciple. Only by becoming an Outer Sect disciple could anyone truly become a part of the Spirit Flow Sect.
However, achieving such a feat would be considered an astonishing achievement, and would be on par with the old adage about. Only the top three competitors in the monthly trial with fire would be accepted, meaning that the number of people who could become Outer Sect disciples was limited.
On one day, Seventh Fatty had been scheduled to go out and buy supplies, but ended up being busy with a few other things. As a result, Big Fatty Zhang called Bai Xiaochun and told him to replace Seventh Fatty. Bai Xiaochun hesitated for a moment, recalling the incident with Xu Baocai from a few months before. Although it might not be something to worry about, he could not shake off his anxiety. Before leaving, he returned to his room and collected eight meat knives [1. A brief note on the butcher knife. In Chinese, this word literally means “vegetable knife”, and can more accurately be translated as “knife kitchen”. However, the most common kitchen knife you find in most households in China is the one we call the cleaver in English. You can see it by going to baidu and doing. You will see some “normal” kitchen knives in that image search, as the word can also mean that. However, in home kitchens and restaurant kitchens in China, machetes are used for anything from cutting large chunks of meat to cutting vegetables, as you can see] and also wearing six long leather coats. By the time he finished dressing, he looked like a round ball.
However, he also felt much safer, which was the most important thing. The last thing he did was tie his vow to his back, making him feel very safe. He then staggered out of the Oven and down the mountain.
As he walked along the green limestone path in the sect, he looked around at the beautiful buildings and courtyards, and began to feel even more proud than before.
“How time passes!” he nodded, holding his hands behind his back. “Life is like a dream. I, Bai Xiaochun, have only spent a few months practicing cultivation. However, as I recalled the mortal world, and my life in the village, my eyes were filled with tears. ” He walked with eight meat machetes hanging from his belt, a frying pan on his back, and several layers of clothing, looking very much like a dilapidated toy ball. Occasionally, he would meet other servants, who would stare at him from the corner of their eyes as he passed by.
There were even some female disciples who could not help but laugh when they saw her. They closed their mouths with their hands, and the sound of their laughter was like silver bells, clear and melodious.
The slightly flushed face, Bai Xiaochun could not help but feel more impressive than before. Clearing his throat, he stuck out his chest and continued walking slowly.
Before too much time passed, and even before he left the third peak servant district, he noticed that some servants were rushing off into the distance, looking extremely excited. They seemed to be heading towards the path that led to the peak of the third peak, a place where the disciples of the Outer Sect often gathered.
More and more servants started running towards it, looking extremely excited. Surprised by the sight, Bai Xiaochun quickly grabbed a skinny maid who happened to pass by.
“Young Brother, what happened?” Bai Xiaochun asked in surprise. “Why is everyone running around there?”
The young man turned his head angrily, but then looked at the black frying pan on Bai Xiaochun's back, and his expression turned envious.
Feeling extremely curious, Bai Xiaochun set off in a hurry, following the flow of people as they left the servant district and headed to the foot of the third peak, where a large elevated platform could be seen.
The platform was about 3,000 meters wide, and was surrounded by a crowd of servants. There were even people watching from a position further up the mountain, who were all wearing sparkling clothes, and were clearly disciples of the Outer Sect.
Two young men occupied the platform, both wearing luxurious clothes. One of them had a scar on his face, the other had skin as white as jade. The two fought back and forth, causing a thunderous sound to echo.
The light of magical items surrounded the two. Floating in front of the scar-faced young man was a small flag fluttering of its own accord, as if an invisible hand was waving it. The swirling flag formed the shape of a mist tiger, which let out a deafening roar.
The jade-faced youth danced back and forth as he fought. He had a small blue sword whistling in the air, leaving behind a beam of light.
When Bai Xiaochun saw the sword flying, he gasped. Although he could control his own wooden sword in the same way, it was not even possible to compare his skill level with that jade-faced young man.
What was even more incredible was how the two young men seemed to hold nothing back. Killing intent roiled from them, and within a short period of time, many deadly situations arose. Both of them were seriously injured, and despite the fact that the wound was not critical, it was still a shocking sight.
This was the first time Bai Xiaochun had seen cultivators fighting, and it was very different from how he imagined immortal beings would look when they fought. Their cruel and vicious ways of attacking each other made his heart flutter in fear.
“Eternal cultivation ... isn't just about living forever? What is this battle and murder about? What if I end up losing my poor little life …? ” Bai Xiaochun swallowed nervously as he watched the scarred fog tiger of the young man lunging greedily at the other young man. Wiping sweat from his brows, Bai Xiaochun suddenly realized that the outside world was an extremely dangerous place; it might be a much better idea to stay in a safe Oven.
After reaching this conclusion, he began to rush over when, suddenly, he heard someone shout his name.
“Bai Xiaochun !!”
He turned his head and saw the blood notification writer, Xu Baocai, rushing towards him, a ferocious expression on his face. A wooden sword floated beside him, glittering with an unusual light that clearly surpassed the level of the first Qi Condensation. As the sword flew, it left a beam of light behind it, and sent out a powerful spirit pressure that gushed out.
When Bai Xiaochun saw the wooden sword heading towards him, his eyes widened, and a feeling of deadly crisis flooded over him.
“He'll kill me!” he thinks.
Instantly, he started running in the opposite direction, shouting: “Kill! Murder!”
The other maids in the area all heard, and looked over in shock. The cry was so loud that even Zhou Hong and Zhang Yide stopped fighting.
In fact, Xu Baocai was amazed by the scream. He had obviously just shouted Bai Xiaochun's name and then started chasing after him. His sword had not even touched Bai Xiaochun, yet Bai Xiaochun shouted as if he had been stabbed repeatedly.
Xu Baocai hated Bai Xiaochun so much that his gums were itching. With a pale face, he ran after her, shouting: “Come, Bai Xiaochun, you know how to fight! What are you running away for !? ”
“If I know how to fight, why should I run away, you idiot !? I'll kill you a long time ago! The killing! Murder!” Bai Xiaochun's scream grew louder as he fled in the opposite direction like a fat little rabbit.
Meanwhile, in a building jutting into the air at the top of the mountain, there are two men who are playing the game of Go. One was middle-aged, the other was an old man. The middle-aged man was none other than Li Qinghou. As for the old man, he had full white hair, and reddish skin. His eyes twinkled, and he was definitely not an ordinary individual. Right now, he was looking down at the scene played out below.
While chuckling, he said, “What a matter of pulling the child you brought back to the sect, Qinghou.”
“How embarrassing, sect leader. The child's personality definitely needs more work. ” Feeling a headache, Li Qinghou put his game piece on the board and shook his head.
“The children in the Oven are very busy, but this child is suitable,” taunts the old man, stroking his beard.
“Not an easy task. Hmm .. ”
