Realizing This Is A Wuxia World After Cultivating For 300 Years

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It was not a lot, but it was not a small amount either. Previously, he had only converted less than 5 points in an entire day in Xiangxi Town.

Besides this, Cui Heng even felt that his Golden Cores spirituality was showing signs of being affected, but it was different from the terror and joy hed felt earlier.

This time, it was extreme despair and sorrow, reaching a state of numbness.

The seven emotions of a person were joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, and desire.

According to his guess, if one wanted to simply be filled with spirituality or even transform to form a Nascent Soul, they would most likely need to experience the extremities of the seven emotions to stimulate the Golden Core and give birth to spirituality.

The fear and joy from before were merely a tiny bit of spirituality drawn out by the external emotions, and it was far from sufficient.

But in this death prison, the sorrow of despair was almost dense to the point of materializing. Cui Heng clearly felt that the spirituality of his Golden Core had increased quite a bit.

In terms of numbers, the previous fear level might have only been 0.001, the joy might have been 0.005, and the sorrow in this death cell was at least 0.1.

However, this could only be considered a small amount of nurturing in the end, and it was utterly unable to stimulate the true birth of spirituality.

“Great joy, great anger, great sorrow, great fear, great love, great evil, great desire. This should be the key node for a Golden Core to develop spirituality. But such extreme emotions are probably hard to find in the world.”

Cui Heng thought in his heart, and he gained a few more comprehensions towards his future path of cultivation.

“Young man, why are you here?” At this moment, an old man from Cui Hengs neighboring cell suddenly asked.

This old man looked to be in his sixties or seventies. His clothes were ragged, his hair was disheveled, and his face was dirty. His hands and feet were bound by chains as thick as a finger. He was clearly a serious criminal.

“I turned myself in for murder.” Cui Heng smiled and looked at the old man. “What about you, old man?”

“I exterminated my masters family and killed 31 people.” The old man grinned as if he was talking about something extremely normal. Suddenly, he changed the topic and said, “I have a martial skill here that will guarantee you to become the best in the Pugilistic World. Do you want to learn it?”

“What does the best in the Pugilistic World mean?” Cui Heng asked with a smile.

“Above the Xiantian Realm, Inner World. Endless growth, pinnacle of the Pugilistic World!” The old mans eyes stared fixedly at Cui Heng. “Now that the world is in chaos, heroes are vying for supremacy!”

“If you can reach the peak of the Pugilistic World, then with a wave of your arm, you might be able to conquer an area and split the land to become a king, or establish a sect and become a venerable ancestor!”

Clang!

Suddenly, there was the sound of chains clinking against the prison door. A prison guard walked in.

The prison guard looked at the old man disdainfully and said with a cold smile, “Old Zhang, are you promoting that bullshit Immortal Mist secret manual of yours again? If you really can become the best in the martial world, why are you locked up here? Its all bullshit!”

“Humph humph, you guys dont understand at all. This martial skill was stolen from the Immortal Dawn Sect at the risk of my life 50 years ago!” That old man had an expression ofyou guys dont know whats good.

“Youre really persistent, to still be promoting that stuff in the death-row prison for 20 years!” The prison guard ridiculed before he opened the door to Cui Hengs prison, and then he shouted with a grim voice. “Kid, get the fuck out here. Our boss wants to see you!”

However, Cui Heng seemed as if he hadnt heard anything, and his gaze stared at the old man as he said in a low voice, “You said the Immortal Dawn Sect earlier. What kind of Immortal is it?”

“Young man, your words are really strange.” The old man chuckled and said, “Is there a need to ask? Of course its referring to a real Immortal. Even though the mountain has been sealed for a hundred years, its still the number one sect in the Pugilistic World, the Immortal Dawn Sect!”

“Kid, are you deaf!?” When the jailer saw that hed been disregarded, he felt extremely humiliated, and he directly charged over with the intention of raising his hand to slap Cui Heng.

Cui Heng turned around and glanced indifferently at the prison guard.

The guard flew backward and slammed into the wall of the cell, where he passed out.

The other prison guards noticed the commotion and came over to take a look. They immediately shouted, “Someone wants to break out of prison. Guards, come quickly!”

The entire prison became noisy.

Cui Heng turned a deaf ear to all of this, and then he turned around to look at the old man and said, “Tell me about the Immortal Dawn Sect.”

“…” The old man was stunned. He looked outside and then at Cui Heng. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and forced a smile, but it was uglier than crying. “Sure!”