Chapter 130: The Ones Coming to Settle Old Scores

Seeing the state the boy was in, Master Sheng was genuinely worried that he might have lost his brains while reconstructing his body.

"Kid, can you still circulate your energy?"

Wang Li: "Circulate what?"

"Sigh! It seems he really has turned into a fool!"

Master Sheng sighed, took control of Wang Li’s body, and immediately sat down to meditate and circulate energy. There was no helping it; Wang Li’s physical body was severely damaged. If not for his Innate Chaos Constitution being so resilient, he would have kicked the bucket long ago. Even so, only a physique like his could maintain the integrity of his physical form within the spatial turbulence; an ordinary True Immortal would have lost quite a few limbs. Yet, he still suffered severe sequelae—he had even forgotten how to cultivate. In his current state, if he didn't start cultivating immediately to repair his physical injuries, he probably wouldn't last much longer.

Wang Li’s consciousness remained in his sea of consciousness, staring blankly at the surrounding space, which was riddled with holes, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"Who are you? Why can't I feel my body?"

Wang Li’s consciousness had drifted in his sea of consciousness for who knows how long before he finally realized something was wrong.

Master Sheng said, "Shut up, rest well, and recover your spirit. Once your body is mended, I’ll help you restore your memory."

"Master Sheng? Is that your name? It feels so strange!"

"Hey, what are these holes? They look like they hurt."

"Is my name Wang Li?"

"Master Sheng? Master Sheng, why aren't you talking?"

"Kid, if you’re going to have amnesia, why did you have to turn into such a chatterbox?"

Master Sheng was so annoyed by him that he directly sealed Wang Li’s divine sense, forcing him into a deep slumber.

"Damn it, I wonder if the kid will still be able to sing and play music after he recovers. It’ll be such a pain if I have to teach him all over again."

Master Sheng muttered to himself, "You old, treacherous villain, don't think that just because you launched a sneak attack, I have no way to deal with you!"

"Daring to strike me from behind—you really have a death wish."

"Do you really think that just because I’m not acting like a saint, you can ride roughshod over me? Your cultivation is still far from enough!"

"How should I settle this score with him?"

While repairing Wang Li’s body, Master Sheng plotted his revenge for the sneak attack. Time flowed by, and by the time Wang Li regained control of his body, most of his memories had returned—at least, all the memories Master Sheng had managed to salvage were restored to him.

"Master Sheng, what happened to my Nascent Soul?"

As soon as his memory returned, he impatiently checked his body and soul.

Fortunately, his body was in tip-top shape, complete with all its parts, and his soul was fine as well. His honeycombed sea of consciousness had also returned to its original state. He was still the same Wang Li. Just as he was about to praise Master Sheng’s craftsmanship in body restoration, he immediately discovered something was wrong. His Nascent Soul—that cute, chubby little doll—was gone!

Cultivators don't necessarily have a Nascent Soul, but once a Nascent Soul is formed, that chubby little doll accompanies the cultivator for life. Even after shedding mortality to become an immortal, the Nascent Soul remains; it is the foundation of a cultivator’s power. But... his Nascent Soul... it was gone! How was he supposed to cultivate without it? This was equivalent to being crippled...

"Look at that cowardly look on your face. So what if you lost your Nascent Soul? It doesn't hinder your cultivation."

Master Sheng said disdainfully, "This time, I gave you a major overhaul. Didn't you complain about your cultivation lacking a system? I’ve gone ahead and made one for you."

Wang Li said weakly, "Every cultivation method requires a Nascent Soul. Without one, there's no way to store or convert spiritual power and the essence of heaven and earth. How can I cultivate? Even if I could, how would I break through to higher realms?"

"Without a Nascent Soul, I don't even know if I’m still a cultivator anymore, let alone what my realm is or how to circulate my techniques. What's the point of cultivating..."

"Hey! Kid, you don't trust me?"

Master Sheng was getting annoyed. "I spent so much effort saving your life, and this is how you look at me!"

Wang Li remained silent.

Master Sheng grew even angrier. "Can’t you try cultivating and see for yourself before you start talking?"

"Damn it, it’s truly like a dog biting Lu Dongbin—you don't recognize a good heart!"

"I’m telling you, I’ve synthesized all those techniques of yours to perfectly match your constitution. If you don't improve by leaps and bounds, I’ll take your last name!"

Master Sheng scolded Wang Li fiercely, finally goading him into action. Wang Li recalled the Heaven-grade techniques he had cultivated and began the process of synthesis. He remembered that in the past, he had only synthesized different techniques with the same attributes; he had never operated on techniques with different attributes before. Because of this, he felt uneasy and subconsciously became cautious.

He didn't try to synthesize the five-element Heaven-grade techniques all at once. Instead, he started by synthesizing two Yellow-grade low-tier techniques—a mental technique and a thunder-attribute technique—from his memory. He wanted to test the waters with less powerful techniques; if it failed, the loss should be within his manageable range.

The synthesis process went smoothly, but the final product... was worth effectively nothing. The two techniques, which neither countered nor complemented each other, were mixed together. Even with Wang Li’s discernment, he could see that the resulting technique was impossible to cultivate—it was just a pile of meaningless incantations... He had synthesized nothingness.

Master Sheng couldn't watch anymore and said, "The five elements generate and overcome each other. Combined, they flow endlessly; separated, they act independently. If you lack even one element when they meet, they will clash. Don't you even understand such a simple principle? You really are stupid!"

Wang Li replied woodenly, "If the five-element techniques are synthesized together... they’ll explode."

"Explode your head!"

Master Sheng said, "Activate data analysis and hand over control of your body to me. If it’s going to explode, it’ll explode on me first!"

"If you're such a coward, how are you going to get anywhere in the future?"

Wang Li: *Master Sheng, anyone can call me a coward, but not you. When it comes to being timid, who can compare to you, the Saint of Survival...*

"Kid, if you talk trash about me again, I’ll beat you until you can't take care of yourself, and that includes your thoughts!"

Wang Li surrendered: "Eavesdropping on my thoughts? Suit yourself."

He gave up resisting and lay flat. If Master Sheng couldn't solve the problem of synthesizing the five-element techniques, he wouldn't be able to cultivate anyway. That was a fate worse than death, so he might as well let Master Sheng have the headache.

Master Sheng, still fuming, took over Wang Li’s body, stabilized the key meridians and acupuncture points, and waited for the synthesis of the five-element techniques to finish. The five-element techniques Wang Li cultivated were of a very high level, and synthesizing five of them at once took much longer than refining techniques below the Heaven-grade.

Time passed without a trace.

Master Sheng waited for two full months before the new technique was finally complete.

Technique Name: Chaos Constitution Art
Technique Grade: Heaven-grade mid-tier
Technique Attribute: None
There was no other information.

Master Sheng didn't care about that and immediately began to circulate this attribute-less technique. Another half-month passed before Master Sheng handed control of the body back to Wang Li. After several months, Wang Li was still as lethargic as a salted fish, too lazy to even move. However, after sitting cross-legged in meditation for months, his body had become incredibly stiff. So, he decided to get up and stretch.

But the moment he rose, he felt something was wrong.

"Damn, what’s going on!"