Chapter 2619 - 2611: The Heavenly Dao Is Fond of Reincarnation

Chapter 2619: Chapter 2611: The Heavenly Dao Is Fond of Reincarnation

The Jing Ling’s mood had originally been pretty stifled, but when it heard "how about we swap places," it couldn’t help laughing.

Although it had always been suppressed by the "Guardian"—not just these two days, but for tens of thousands of years—it had to admit, its freedom was actually greater than the other party’s.

At most it was a "Pseudo Earthbound Spirit," while the other side was solidly chained to Earth, literally bound by chains.

Anyway, only the one wearing the shoes knows if they fit; its mood suddenly improved a lot.

Honestly speaking, managing to survive the Great Ruin was already extremely difficult, and everyone’s been doing badly since then—no need for anyone to mock anyone else.

Strictly speaking, are the two of them really doing that badly?

One can look down on all living beings on Earth, the other can take on a Space Fleet on an expedition to Mars—if that counts as "bad," what would "good" even be?

Actually this "bad" is only relative; they can’t be like in the past, summoning wind and rain and looking down on all beings, so they feel aggrieved.

Hence the old saying, "Easy to go from frugality to extravagance, hard to go from extravagance back to frugality."

The gap in their hearts needs no further explanation. Before Feng Jun set off to leave, he deliberately greeted the Guardian, "I’m going to the other side now, re-open the two-way passage. As for matters in the Earth Realm, I’ll have to trouble Senior to keep an eye on them."

He didn’t mention Luohua, Chaoyang, Amstan and those places by name; he also didn’t bring them up at all, which made his intention very clear—he was asking this Senior to help keep watch over that visitor from Mars.

Feng Jun really did not have a good feeling about the Jing Ling. He’d rather send away the Sun-Mirroring Glass than keep any ties to the thing. Now that it wanted to follow him into Tianqin, he absolutely had to refine the Yin-Yang Mirror.

Now that he was about to leave, he reminded the Guardian—he trusted its abilities on Earth.

Yet even in this situation, the Guardian spoke up. "Hold on. You’re going over there alone?"

Feng Jun thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, I’m going over alone... honestly I should’ve gone a long time ago."

The next instant, he appeared again in the Guardian’s little courtyard, facing two wisps of mist, one pale cyan and one pale black. On the table, the two mirrors were still lying there.

The Guardian stated very straightforwardly, "There’s no outsider here. Take the Yin-Yang Mirror with you."

Feng Jun tilted his head to glance at the Jing Ling, but said nothing, and that cluster of black mist likewise didn’t react.

After pondering for a moment, he slowly spoke. "This time I probably can’t bring it over. Weimian’s Force is too strong; it might erase all kinds of consciousness. Let me go over there and make arrangements first, then we’ll see."

"That’s up to you," the Guardian agreed, then asked, "Aren’t you going in yet?"

The black mist hesitated for a beat, then whooshed into the Yin-Yang Mirror, so fast one barely had time to react.

The Guardian spoke again. "All right, you can refine this mirror now... refine it in front of me."

There are many ways to refine a Magical Treasure at the Small Golden Core level; blood-refinement is the quickest. The Yin-Yang Mirror also supports blood-refinement, but Feng Jun still chose an ancient method of refinement, sending out a full eighty-one hand seals.

Luckily he was on the Fifth Layer Golden Core now. If he’d still been at the Small Golden Core stage, it would’ve been almost impossible to complete these eighty-one seals.

The Guardian and the Jing Ling both recognized the technique. The Jing Ling stayed silent, but the Guardian couldn’t help praising him. "Rare—this is actually the lost Ancient Heavy Nine Refinement Technique... This set of spells carries some foreign characteristics, too."

Once he refined the Yin-Yang Mirror, Feng Jun immediately felt that the Jing Ling and he now had a mental connection, and it was clearly centered on him. This feeling couldn’t be put into words, but it undeniably existed.

At the same time, he could vaguely sense that in the direction of Mars, there was an incomparably vast Soul power faintly locking onto him, yet it was neither sorrowful nor joyful, without any emotion at all.

As long as you don’t mean harm. Feng Jun let out a helpless, light sigh. "I really have no interest in enslaving others, but you people insist on pushing me into it... In the end you might even end up forming a grudge against me; I honestly have no idea what I did to deserve this."

The Jing Ling’s Divine Spirit—now it should be called the Yin-Yang Mirror’s Artifact Spirit at last—sent out a strand of consciousness. "I won’t form a grudge against you. I’ve thought through the karma now. My current goal is to earn Extreme Spirit as fast as possible, repair the Yin-Yang Mirror, then buy back the Sun-Mirroring Glass and repair it."

Feng Jun was stunned. "’Buy back’ the Sun-Mirroring Glass?"

"Of course," the Artifact Spirit sounded a bit listless. "If the true body wants to get away perfectly clean, it must resolve the karma properly. Previously, when I took your Sun-Mirroring Glass, I ended up owing you. If I’d known it would be like this, I should never have priced that broken Arrowhead and sold it to you."

At that moment, it was really impossibly regretful. Back then it just wanted to take advantage of him a bit, earn some Spirit Stones, and never expected to end up tied into such heavy karma with Feng Jun.

If it hadn’t been for that previous transaction, Feng Jun giving it the Sun-Mirroring Glass really wouldn’t have been impossible.

But with that transaction in place, if the Jing Ling wants to perfectly fuse into the Sun-Mirroring Glass, it can only buy it from Feng Jun to settle the karma—even if it wants to return those hundred and seventy-seven pieces of high-grade Spirit Stone, that’s still not allowed.

Otherwise, why do most great Cultivators avoid getting entangled in karma? This stuff really torments people.

The karma between Feng Jun and the Jing Ling isn’t that heavy yet, but it’s going to grow; it has absolutely no desire to add to that karma.

Feng Jun understood what it was getting at. After a brief hesitation, he said, "Then this Sun-Mirroring Glass... I’ll put it away for now?"

"Put it away," the Guardian said, sounding a bit odd. "That idiot too—why did it take so much advantage of you back then? It only realized the karma was too heavy after it decided to go for perfect fusion... what was it thinking before?"

Feng Jun also shook his head, speaking with some feeling. "That’s why the old saying goes, ’When you’re pleased, don’t push your luck.’ I’d better engrave that in my mind."

The Artifact Spirit didn’t want to listen to the two of them talk about this, but at this point it no longer had the standing to speak to Feng Jun as an equal, so it could only ask, "How powerful is Weimian’s Force? Can it compare to the intent of life and death?"

"My advice is, don’t go trying it lightly," the Guardian directly suppressed its restlessness. "Alright, you can leave now."

The next moment, Feng Jun reappeared in Luohua, looked at the Yin-Yang Mirror in his hand, and shook his head helplessly. "Trouble delivered right to the door."

"Alright, I can still create wealth for you," the Artifact Spirit said, a bit impatient. To think that it, the dignified Jing Ling of the Yin-Yang Mirror, had been refined into a bond by a mere Small Golden Core and was still being disdained—this it really couldn’t stand. "Don’t you still want to refine that game Magical Treasure of yours?"

"Of course I do," Feng Jun said helplessly. "But let’s fix the Yin-Yang Mirror first."

"That’s true," the Artifact Spirit returned to the brainstorming mode it had been in earlier. "To repair this, you don’t necessarily need high-grade Spirit Stones; mid-grade ones will do in a pinch, but it takes quite a lot of materials... What materials do you have here?"

"To repair a Magical Treasure at the Dust-Separation stage, ordinary Spirit Stones are enough. I don’t have many mid-grade ones myself," Feng Jun replied without giving anything away. Using mid-grade stones for every repair—see how spoiled you’ve gotten. "I don’t have many materials here either. We’ll talk about it after we get to the other plane."

In fact, Luohua Manor’s reserve of materials was quite large, even more than the stockpile at White Pebble Beach. After all, Feng Jun’s most fundamental principle was that if anything went wrong, the Earth would be his retreat, and if he were to accidentally fall, he could still ensure Luohua’s lineage would be supported for a long time.

But since this Artifact Spirit clearly had no idea what the situation was, he naturally wouldn’t reveal his own foundation.

Yet the Artifact Spirit really didn’t treat him like an outsider. "Do you have any decent Magical Treasures here? Maybe I could devour some to achieve a quick repair... that’d be good for you and good for me."

"You’re overthinking it," Feng Jun shook his head straightforwardly. "I’ve only refined you temporarily; I have no intention of enslaving you forever. So your repair materials and Spirit Stones—you’ll have to find those yourself. I neither have the right nor the obligation to arrange them for you."

The Artifact Spirit froze, then cried out, "You mean... you’re not going to use the Yin-Yang Mirror either?"

"Of course not," Feng Jun answered without hesitation. Originally he hadn’t planned to speak so categorically, but seeing this spirit asking for this and that like it was only natural, he finally made up his mind—not to bother with this thing any further.

That had always been one of his plans, he just hadn’t been determined to carry it out, because not being able to cooperate was a loss for him too. But now he’d finally decided: you play your game; I’ll play mine.

The Artifact Spirit was completely dumbfounded. It took quite a while before it asked in disbelief, "What about me refining Magical Treasures for you?"

"I’ll give you the materials and the refining fee," Feng Jun replied without the slightest pause. "You’re not irreplaceable to me, and I don’t need you to join the fights... in fact, in battle you might not be that much help. So I’ll just bring you along, and that’s enough."

Judging from his expression, he didn’t seem to be lying. The Artifact Spirit grew angry. "How can you do this? I’ve already agreed to let you command me, and now you’re dropping me halfway. We were supposed to benefit each other, and that senior Guardian of yours won’t approve either."

"I want mutual benefit too," Feng Jun said seriously. "But repairing the Yin-Yang Mirror is your business. Helping you find the materials is a favor; not helping is my prerogative... and you’d better be mentally prepared to have to buy them."

"Yet all you do is ask for materials, ask for Magical Treasures... Do I owe you something?"

The Artifact Spirit really hadn’t realized that this was what had displeased the other party. It was stunned for a moment before saying, "It’s not like I said I wouldn’t buy them, did I? You didn’t even give me a chance to explain."

"What I don’t like is that air of entitlement you have," Feng Jun replied solemnly. "Unless you’ve already decided to completely and permanently accept my command—but you know that’s impossible. And moreover... if you were truly recognizing me as your eternal master, you ought to be even more humble!"

Eternal recognition of a master? The Artifact Spirit mulled it over. It really had subconsciously assumed it had already acknowledged its master, and since this master’s Cultivation Level wasn’t high, it naturally felt it could appropriately ’bully the weak master.’

But only after Feng Jun took the trouble to spell everything out did it finally realize the difference: the other side’s ’command’ was reluctant; he had no interest in binding it forever and was only doing this to ensure his own safety.

The two sides were really just taking what they needed from each other. Once the cooperation ended, the command would naturally be lifted.

For any Elf, that kind of cooperation was quite good. But for some reason, the Artifact Spirit felt a faint sense of loss. "Fine then, I’ll put all the materials I take down on the ledger, and I’ll pay you back once I have the money... It really isn’t worth more than a few Spirit Stones anyway!"