Ugly Cultivation Notes

Chapter 1300: Tempering one’s character

Hearing the reluctance in Zhao He's tone, Jiao Gu snorted coldly, his tone somewhat displeased.

"You are neither willing to stop practicing martial arts or practice physical training, but you are so brazen that you can endure any kind of hardship?

Well, I can't teach you, just do it yourself. "

Zhao He was anxious and said quickly, "Senior, it's my fault, don't be angry..."

Jiao Gu sighed softly, "If you don't want to practice, why should I be angry? Nascent Soul monks live for thousands of years, and after more than six hundred years at most, you will be nothing more than a handful of loess."

Zhao He's heart trembled. Although she had long accepted this fact, hearing these words from Jiao Gu's mouth still made her heart palpitate.

"I, it's not that I can't accept the re-cultivation of San Gong, it's just... alas!"

Zhao He expressed his worries. Now she only has more than 600 years of life left. After she dissipates her skills and cultivates to the Nascent Soul realm again, she doesn't know how much time it will take.

By that time, does she still have the potential to hit a higher realm?

Jiao Gu rebuked unceremoniously, "You are timid and hesitant before things have even started. Your character is really bad."

"I……"

Zhao He wanted to defend himself, but he didn't know what to say.

She was originally an ordinary monk in the Tianyuan world. She had neither extraordinary talent nor a good background.

The Corpse Refining Sect she belonged to was just a small and unpopular sect.

"That's all, you helped me a lot, allowing me to wake up from the chaos in advance. No matter how bad your skills are, I will try my best to help you."

Seeing Zhao He's depressed expression, Jiao Gu softened his tone and said, "You have a bad character, so our first step is to hone your character."

Zhao He thought, "Tone your mind?"

"Yes."

Jiao Gu said lightly, "If you are not willing to even start this step, then I will teach you some skills and magical powers to improve your strength in the shortest possible time."

"No, I do."

A trace of determination flashed across Zhao He's face. The suggestion put forward by Jiao Gu, whether it was to resume practicing San Gong or to take the path of physical cultivation, was all based on a long-term perspective.

Although she didn't have the courage to start over, she could still tell the difference between good and evil.

Kung Fu and magical powers are indeed powerful and can improve your strength in a short period of time, but they can only go so far.

The improvement of mind is the source of a monk becoming stronger.

Zhao He looked at Jiao Gu and begged in a serious tone, "Senior, please teach me how to temper my character."

Jiao Gu didn't answer and asked instead, "Is there anything unforgettable in your heart?"

Zhao He recalled the past, and there were too many unforgettable things.

Before the foundation was established in the past, she had followed her parents to practice in the village and lived a carefree life.

Until one day, her parents came back with injuries after going out for training, and her fate began to change.

In order to allow her to grow up smoothly, her parents ignored her dissuasion and pleas and traded her body to the village chief before her death.

In exchange, the village chief promised to take care of her until the foundation was established.

Recalling this past event, Zhao He could not calm down for a long time.

She felt guilty and had been deliberately forgetting this incident.

But she knew she would never forget this.

Zhao He turned away his face slightly and hid the water in his eyes, "Why do you ask this, senior?"

“If you want to hone and improve your character, the first step is to face what you fear most.”

Zhao He was silent. She had never gone back since she stepped out as the village chief after building the foundation.

She really didn't want to go back. As if he had guessed Zhao He's hesitation and fear, Jiao Gu spoke calmly.

"You must have figured out what is the most fearful thing in your heart, right? What, can't you face it?"

Zhao He's lips moved, as if she wanted to explain something, but in the end, she shook her head, with a firm look in her eyes.

"No, after so many years of escaping, it's really time for me to go back and face it."

Zhao He hesitated for a moment and told Jiao Gu what happened back then.

After listening, Jiao Gu said clearly, "So it turns out that the kindness of your parents is hard to repay. They are willing to sacrifice everything for your path. No wonder you are so hesitant."

After Zhao He confided his feelings, he felt a lot more relaxed.

She sighed, "Actually, I should have gone back a long time ago. It's because I have been unwilling to face this matter selfishly, so I have been putting it off until now."

"According to your story, after the foundation-building monk dies, he should be refined into a bronze corpse, right?

For the village chief, he has fulfilled his promise. There is no need to consider who made the bronze corpses in his hands. He also wonders whether the two bronze corpses are still intact after three hundred years. "

Hearing this, Zhao He's expression suddenly changed, "Oops! I actually forgot about this!"

It stands to reason that Zhao He is also a Yuanying realm monk and would not make such a stupid mistake.

However, the fact that her parents sacrificed themselves for her child was the thing she least wanted to look back on, so she neglected it.

"No, I have to go back to the village quickly!"

Zhao He wrapped the scorched bones with black cloth and carried them on his back, and rushed towards the village.

With the help of the teleportation array, after traveling for more than ten days, I finally returned to the village back then.

But hundreds of years have passed, things and people have changed, and the village of that time is now a fertile spiritual field.

Zhao He looked at Ling Tian in front of him, a trace of panic flashed across his face.

What should I do? Is she late?

"Don't mess up your position. The spiritual field has an owner. Find the owner of the spiritual field and ask about the whereabouts of the village."

After hearing the sound of burnt bones, Zhao He took a deep breath and gradually regained his composure.

She reached out her consciousness and found the monk guarding the spiritual field.

From the other party's mouth, Zhao He learned that the owner of this spiritual field was Nascent Soul monk Song Yunyan of the Corpse Refining Sect.

Song Yunyan is actually her!

As early as more than a hundred years ago, she heard about Song Yunyan's success in condensation.

When she learned the news, the two had not met for many years. At that time, she was still in the Golden Core Realm, so naturally she had no intention of going to Song Yunyan to reminisce about the past.

Jiao Gu noticed something strange in Zhao He's expression, "Why, do you know the owner of this spiritual field?"

Zhao He had a complicated mood, "More than just acquaintance, she was the first person I made friends with after I established the foundation on the spot and left the village. After entering the Yin Corpse Sect, she was the first person I met."

"It seems like you haven't interacted with each other for a long time?"

Zhao He nodded and managed to calm down.

"Song Yunyan's maternal grandfather is an elder in the Yuan Ying stage of the sect. She has good qualifications. I have no father and mother, and my qualifications are average. I am not from the same group."

"Yeah, but now you have to go find Song Yunyan and ask about the situation."

Hearing this, Zhao He couldn't help but feel a headache.

She and Song Yunyan had fallen out a long time ago, and she really didn't want to interact with each other again.

But when he thought of his parents who were turned into bronze corpses, Zhao He felt infinite courage in his heart.

So many years have passed since the incident, and Song Yunyan has become a Nascent Soul cultivator, so he shouldn't be worried about that little thing back then, right?