Red Heart Patrols the Sky - Chapter 439 - Soul Cultivation Added more for Alliance Hierarch Quan Jiang Ben Wang~

Chapter 439 - Soul Cultivation Added more for Alliance Hierarch Quan Jiang Ben Wang~

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Chapter 439 of "Red Heart Patrols the Sky" opens showing suspense: Having left the fruit house where the priest resided, beneath this Divine Dragon Wood, the... Continue the adventure!

Having left the fruit house where the priest resided, beneath this Divine Dragon Wood, the three groups of people went their separate ways.In Jiang Wang’s view, this was probably to isolate each other, preventing any collusion.

What the “Holy Tribe” did not know, however, was that although the three of them came from the same place, they were in competition with each other.

The locations where the Secret Realm of the Seven Star Tower descended were rarely the same, but according to the summaries extracted from the records, one needed to find or resolve the “cause of descent” to leave the place of descent.

This cause of descent, of course, did not refer to the guidance of the starlight from the Seven-star Tower, but to the reason why they appeared in the Forest Sea Source Realm.

The guidance of the starlight from the Seven-star Tower was not arbitrary; it followed certain rules, because of certain reasons.

Based on the current known information, the reason for their descent here should be related to the crisis encountered in the Divine Shade Land—the priest’s repeated mentions of salvation indicated that the prospects for the so-called “Holy Tribe” of the Forest Sea Source Realm were not optimistic.

In the past experiences with the Seven Star Tower, there were no shortage of histories involving “salvation.”

Jiang Wang had to consider one thing: out of the three individuals who had appeared in the Divine Shade Land, Wu Quji and Su Qi had already joined forces against a common enemy before encountering Qing Bashu, whether they knew each other before entering the Secret Realm of the Seven Star Tower or they were forced to cooperate due to pressure within the Forest Sea Source Realm, in any case, there was a possibility that the two would collaborate.

In this three-way competition, this was undoubtedly disadvantageous for Jiang Wang.

When all 108 Star Positions were occupied, there would be roughly fifteen people in a seven-star world.

And in the Forest Sea Source Realm, those who appeared in the Divine Shade Land should be the closest to the core of descent—at least, that was the assumption before obtaining more information about the Forest Sea Source Realm.

After all, there was a Dragon God worshipped by the Holy Tribe here and there had indeed been historical precedents where messengers had been summoned.

So, facing Wu Quji and Su Qi, the two closest competitors, irrespective of their disheveled state of appearance, caution was necessary.

In the Forest Sea Source Realm, what was his advantage?

Jiang Wang thought carefully; his relationship with the Holy Tribe was still relatively harmonious, without an atmosphere of drawn swords.

He had been invited into the Divine Shade Land, while those two were tied up and dragged here—which was one of his advantages.

Just a moment ago, Wu Quji and Su Qi even thought that Qing Bashu and the others were savages, afraid of being eaten.

Whereas Jiang Wang had already communicated quite well with the Holy Tribe.

He must maintain his advantage!

Recalling the conversational skills of those adept in networking that he knew.

Jiang Wang pondered and glanced at the nearby Qing Qishu, starting a conversation: “You seem to be in a bit of a bad mood?”

Qing Qishu grunted from his nostrils.

“Sigh, it must be because of the mutual hunt,” Jiang Wang empathized with a sigh.

Qing Qishu didn’t speak but was obviously touched on a raw nerve.

While discretely surveying his surroundings, Jiang Wang asked, “In the mutual hunt with Qing Bashu, who was the one that left in the end?

You all seem to know each other well.”

“Leave?

You mean died,” Qing Qishu didn’t intend to avoid the subject at all.

“Hmm, were you close?” Jiang Wang felt somewhat embarrassed, but then thought that their attitude towards death in the mutual hunt seemed too matter-of-fact.

“Qing Bashu’s best friend,” Qing Qishu paused, “and mine as well.”

“What was his name?”

“He had no name,” Qing Qishu looked down at the path: “The samurai of the Holy Tribe who die, except for their souls which are able to depart, even their names must be left behind.

Given to new samurai.”

“So, if you…

today…

the name Qing Qishu would also…”

“Right.

A new samurai of the Holy Tribe would grow up and inherit the name of Qishu.”

“Which means if someone else takes over, although the name remains, it wouldn’t be you at all anymore.

It’s quite a pity to think about…

you are quite unique,” Jiang Wang remarked.

Qing Qishu glanced at him, “Are you trying to cozy up to me?”

Jiang Wang laughed awkwardly, realizing he really wasn’t good at this and, pressing on, said, “You said earlier you wanted to explain things to Qing Bashu.

May I ask how you intend to explain?”

“How else?

Through Soul Cultivation,” Qing Qishu said offhand.

The lodging arranged for Jiang Wang by the Holy Tribe seemed quite far; at least Qing Qishu had shown no sign of stopping.

Jiang Wang asked, “I’ve heard you mention the punishment of Soul Cultivation several times.

What is Soul Cultivation?”

“Soul Cultivation,” Qing Qishu said flatly, “is to bury a living member of the Holy Tribe in the ground, leaving only their head exposed.

Then, a hole is drilled in the skull and a seed from the Divine Dragon Wood is dropped in.

It must be done before nightfall.”

He gestured with his hands, “Then, the Divine Dragon Wood seed will spend an entire night absorbing the soul’s life force until it’s completely drained, and then it will grow and immediately mature.

For the condemned, that one night is agonizing…”

He finished in a relaxed tone, “This is the ‘Soul Cultivation Punishment’.”

Jiang Wang looked at the scattered Divine Dragon Wood trees around him and suddenly felt uneasy.

These trees, these fruit houses, who could imagine what was buried beneath their roots?

“Am I going to sleep in one of these fruit houses as well?”

Though Jiang Wang was not to be underestimated in strength and did not fear any ordinary specters, the thought of living atop someone else’s flesh and blood was still hard to accept.

Of course, he wasn’t brought up with excessive delicacy, and if he were on a battlefield, sleeping amidst a pile of corpses would be nothing at all.

“You don’t have to sleep in a fruit house.

But if you fall asleep, you will be invaded by ‘the night,'” he emphasized especially on the word “night.”

“Invaded by the night?”

Qing Qishu nodded, but it didn’t seem like he was going to explain.

“What dangers are there at night?” Jiang Wang was curious and also felt this could be a clue to breaking the situation.

“I can’t say for sure.

Maybe grandmother knows, or maybe she doesn’t,” Qing Qishu pursed his lips: “In any case, it’s very dangerous.

No one who sleeps outside the fruit house survives till the next day.”

Given that even Qing Qishu, known for his tenacious vitality and frightful regenerative abilities, said it was dangerous, then it must truly be so.

It’s no wonder Divine Dragon Wood carries such extraordinary significance for the “Holy Tribe” of the Divine Shade Land—obviously, it’s more than just a dwelling.

And it’s no surprise…

that there’s such a thing as “Soul Cultivation.”

Indeed, it’s a painful torment, but when it becomes an essential shelter or even a guarantee of survival, throughout the history of the “Holy Tribe,” many must have offered themselves willingly.

Any clan that has managed to survive to this day must have had their moments of greatness.

Because the river of history is so immense, those who have never been great are surely submerged long ago.

So, when Qing Qishu, too, gazed at the surrounding Divine Dragon Wood, his eyes revealed a very different emotion, “Every one of us in the Holy Tribe lives off the sacrifices of our clan members.”

“This is our home, where Soul Cultivation can redeem all sins.

Any clan member who chooses Soul Cultivation, no matter what they’ve done, will be forgiven.”

Previously, in the Priest’s fruit house.

Qing Qishu chose to “atone” for his sins through “Soul Cultivation,” but Qing Bazhi refused.

The weighty topic wasn’t quite suitable for further discussion, so Jiang Wang changed the subject: “May I ask why you call your Priest ‘grandmother’?

Is it because you’re afraid of her, or out of respect?”

Qing Qishu said, “Because the Priest really is my grandmother; she is my grandfather’s sister.”

Jiang Wang: …

However, the Priest looked benign but acted very justly.

As Qing Qishu’s own great-aunt, she showed no favoritism in her actions.

She even sent him flying with a punch that made him spit blood the moment she learned that Qing Qishu stopped the soul hunt.

The more the two talked, the more familiar they became, finding common ground in their conversation.

“Have you ever seen the Dragon God?” Jiang Wang asked.

“No.”

“Then how do you believe in the existence of such a Deity?”

“Because of the Divine Shade Land,” Qing Qishu said.

Stepping into the immense Divine Dragon Wood within the Forest Sea Source Realm led to the Divine Shade Land.

The existence of this place, between dream and reality, indeed approached the sacred grounds described in some texts like Buddhism’s Western Paradise.

With Jiang Wang’s experience, he wasn’t yet capable of fully understanding its essence.

But it indeed could prove the existence of deities.

As they were talking, they arrived at Jiang Wang’s accommodation for the night—

It too was a Divine Dragon Wood, standing alone in a corner.

The nearest Divine Dragon Wood trees were several miles away.

And the fruit house formed by this Divine Dragon Wood was semicircular.

It was different from all the fruit houses he had encountered on the way.

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