Chapter 6
Ling Xu, a wandering healer with all his mixing skills, managed to rise, able to stand while his legs were being processed according to position.
This was the benefit of the Enlightened Outcast, and without Ling Xu expecting it, the transformation continued safely, peacefully, even though one or two obstacles had been encountered.
Rising and falling does not always side with an iron-fisted authority!
Beginning with the offering of an item from ignorance of the elder's true identity, Ling Xu brilliantly rose, able to break through while attaining the floor level of the most basic rank of a Celestial Star Cultivator.
Though this was merely the opening stage, or oriented as the beginning of news, challenging towering mountains was bypassed, traversing the steep obstacles in every individual heart, and therefore joy visited countless times in secluded depths.
Even more than that, Humanity's authority was implanted as the path, the best prioritized step in life that Ling Xu had long awaited.
"The body is safe, sacred radiance also remains intact.
"Is this what is called infinite fortune?"
While observing, examining the complexity of his form, perspectives shifted, striving to judge on the basis of scaled checks to prevent, to break the indication of flawed shame.
Rather than being seen as a small brilliance, in his heart he was truly happy, never imagining that the gain of elevated dignity could yield such a harvest.
The tenderness of skin once hardened had softened, more supple and continuously loosened until a single touch made its resilience tremble.
The contour of his body resounded with improvement, even recording and realizing sacred beauty surpassing the mortal world while his feet stood upon it.
Should a warrior, or a brave youth from any kingdom, among men who met him, encounter Ling Xu even briefly or gaze long enough, they would declare one thing—the physical form of Ling Xu no longer resembled a middle-aged man.
He had been rejuvenated, and the process had established, restoring youthful skin as though twelve years younger or more was not merely a feature but a distinction.
With great vitality, the veil of circulating energy was so fitting, suited to spread upon the snowy brightness of his complexion.
Fond of wandering, he presented the look of a half-grown youth who loved to travel everywhere.
"Not bad, with this I can focus more deeply."
Ensuring the entire layout was aligned for improvement alone, the perfection of woven stamina realized the reason, as Ling Xu's steps drew near a pile of goods covered by an enormous sack.
Clearly not without reason, his intuition of attraction to approach had already been signaled, indicating a few meters from the place where both body and soul of the elder heir had vanished.
Perhaps considered somewhat impolite, yet the meeting between Ling Xu and the elder was not intentionally directed, ensuring that his gaze once or twice fell instead upon the elegant weave of items lying at the corner of the cave, not far from the elder's final breath.
And remembering that he was gone, leaving behind what seemed to be all inheritance not excluded for himself, Ling Xu did not linger, his feet moving quickly, raising his vigilance rapidly as precaution against unexpected actions.
The feeling of joy could not be dispelled, always restrained, unwilling to loosen his guard.
It was no longer mere fortunate fate, and it could not be denied in any way.
Through prayers mingled with guesses in thought, he submerged deeper than prediction, blending entirely with all the surges of emotion in the depths, loosening every bond.
The upper ties of the brilliant sack were undone, and at once what lay inside was revealed, vows of astonishment unceasingly painting the diversity of wondrous items useful for future stages.
The fall of a golden season was no illusion, not a poet's excessive deception.
There were countless things, items that could be used, even traded in auctions with concerned parties.
For example, the Flame-Sea Lantern, the Triangular Frame of Divinity, the Multiplying Bell, and others.
A handful of Spiritual Threads, glowing bright purple fading at the edges, were believed to function not only to sustain physical complexity but also to empower the Divinity of the Soul, multiplying fluctuations.
For the hundreds of jagged fragments that accidentally spilled, too many in hand carried value, playing vital roles in barter, at least in regional domains.
Even though Ling Xu understood, able to classify several items with hidden use and function, most of the contents remained untouched, underscoring ignorance—one such example was a transparent zig-zag plate among many others.
Never had they been seen, let alone understood to the roots.
It could not be denied, curiosity surged again and again.
But greed was not permitted, so he chose to restrain himself, nurturing curiosity without letting it grow as it had moments before.
Considering the dazzling fortune gained, surpassing the average by far, he buried his emotions, quickly moving all inheritance into his storage at his back as his steps departed.
The decision to let go of joys and sorrows alike had to be made.
Grounded in the unwillingness to meditate away from others, Ling Xu's Enlightenment became the reason, maximizing his resolve through fragments of memory woven from the very beginning of his fall.
Forced to plunge and endure tragic fate, it was carved deep, remembered forever, impossible to forget.
Shards of memory were primary, an undeniable priority to vow.
Climbing slowly yet with certainty, difficult ascents were met, filling his vision without intent to block.
No obstacle at all.
Even if the tied sack could bring fifty warriors to their knees, Ling Xu's awareness remained calm, refusing exhaustion, showing resilience beyond ordinary warriors.
Three pulls were complete, signaling Ling Xu's upright return from the depths below.
Ignoring the wear of fabric upon his woven clothes, Ling Xu remained silent, not seeking to complain, convinced this was his path.
This was the complex tangle of destiny.
Ling Xu, as an Outcast who had just received Enlightenment, was fully aware that the level of power was not by mandate, but by the will to bombard the absurdity of human laws.
Some dust, though not all, had already faded away on its own.
The loosened robe motif was certainly disheveled, mourning the uneven tears on the lower hem of his Hanfu, rooted in past misfortune.
Yet the embroidered spotted patterns remained intact, elegant in wrapping his body's uniqueness, which, though not overly striking, could still attract the deep desire of any man.
To be continued…