Chapter 102: A Crow Sends Me a Dream—In Fifteen Years, I Will Become a Golden Core Immortal!

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Discovered by the little one.

Lu Fei naturally did not maintain his altered form.

In an instant, he transformed into the appearance of a handsome young man.

“Chirp, chirp, chirp.”

Little Bai immediately excitedly chirped. Lu Fei stretched out his hand and held him in his arms, gently stroking Little Bai’s increasingly sleek and shiny head while glancing around the bedroom.

On the wooden bed lay a bamboo mat, a straw-woven cushion, and beside it a thin quilt.

Aside from that,

The entire bedroom contained only an oil lamp that was seldom used and a small incense burner with calming incense powder burning within.

There were not many items in the bedroom, and even fewer small trinkets. It was no surprise that Little Bai had failed to find him multiple times during their hide-and-seek—he simply couldn’t hide well enough.

“Little Bai, how did you just find me?” Lu Fei asked as he carried the little one and walked toward the living room.

“Chirp, chirp, chirp,” the little one immediately looked up and chirped.

Lu Fei and Little Bai had long been able to communicate normally; he instantly understood and asked, “You said there was a flaw?”

“Where was the flaw?”

“Chirp, chirp, chirp,” Little Bai chirped again.

Lu Fei paused thoughtfully at the sound, then went over to the Eight Immortals table and set Little Bai down.

He then moved his divine sense with a slight motion and transformed.

Suddenly, on the floor appeared a cloth shoe.

Little Bai immediately leaned over the edge of the table to look down, chirping once more.

Lu Fei's divine sense circled the cloth shoe he had transformed into and discovered a small tuft of silver-white fur near the base.

“So that’s it,” Lu Fei chuckled lightly, then reverted to his human form and sat before the Eight Immortals table.

At this moment, Little Bai stood upright, took two teacups from the large table, placing one in front of Lu Fei and the other in front of himself. Then he picked up the teapot and poured a cup of cold tea for Lu Fei first, then for himself.

Lu Fei lifted the tea Little Bai had poured, sipping lightly while his mind pondered the flaw in his transformation technique.

The more he practiced, the more he realized that the seventy-two transformations were truly difficult.

Only after personally learning did he fully understand what the seventy-two transformations entailed.

They were not simply seventy-two specific transformation methods, nor seventy-two minor magical skills, but rather seventy-two categories of transformation forms.

Indeed, the seventy-two transformations refer to seventy-two categories of shape-shifting techniques, encompassing most forms of transformation in the world.

For example: animals, birds, insects, fish, plants, and so on.

Once one masters a category, one can transform and imitate all creatures within that category.

The type Lu Fei was currently learning was the “small object” category; he could transform into any object of small size.

Of course, he could not transform into anything he hadn’t seen before.

Only what he had observed could be transformed.

Moreover, the more carefully he observed and understood the object, the more lifelike his transformation would be.

Therefore, rather than calling it “seventy-two transformations,” it was more fitting to call it the art of endless transformations—a true divine technique.

But divine techniques are truly divine; their difficulty in cultivation matches their name.

Since Lu Fei began learning, he had spent more than half a year practicing but had yet to fully master even one simple category of transformation.

Take the cloth shoe he had just transformed into: he wore it daily and knew it well.

Yet when transforming, a tuft of white fur was still revealed—a clear flaw from insufficient practice.

Though he possessed a proficiency panel, even after half a year, he still could not master a relatively simple category of transformation.

The difficulty of the seventy-two transformations is thus evident.

Only now did Lu Fei realize why monkeys were so gifted in cultivation—their natural talent was extraordinary.

As for the other great divine skill he learned from his teacher, Zhen Yuanzi, “Universe Within the Sleeve,”

It was equally rare and difficult.

Thinking of this,

Lu Fei put down his teacup and watched the little one drink the full cup of tea, shaking his head slightly. With a simple wave of his sleeve,

In an instant,

Little Bai was rapidly shrunken and absorbed into Lu Fei’s long robe sleeve.

With another wave of his hand, Little Bai flew out from the sleeve and landed on the spacious Eight Immortals table, sprawling in a daze.

But he quickly recovered, realizing his father was teasing him, and immediately charged at Lu Fei, rubbing his head against his arm and chirping plaintively.

“All right, all right, I won’t tease you anymore,” Lu Fei smiled and patted the little one’s head comfortingly. “Go drink your tea quickly. It won’t taste good once it cools.”

Only then did Little Bai return to his teacup, tilting his head as he pondered what “tea cooling” meant.

This was the power of “Universe Within the Sleeve.”

It could effortlessly contain any object, living or inanimate, imprisoning it within, under the caster’s control.

The space within “Universe Within the Sleeve” was not truly Lu Fei’s sleeve but an independent space he cultivated himself.

Thus, if one encountered a master of “Universe Within the Sleeve,” cutting off his sleeve would not grant escape; one might as well kneel and beg for mercy.

Cultivating “Universe Within the Sleeve” was equally difficult.

However, compared to the endless complexity of the seventy-two transformations, it was somewhat more straightforward.

Though difficult, its more singular nature made it easier to begin.

After more than half a year of cultivation, Lu Fei had barely reached the “entry” level of proficiency; the independent space within his “Universe Within the Sleeve” already measured more than ten zhang in length and width.

Yes, even at the preliminary “entry” level, the space was over ten zhang in each dimension.

In time, as he advanced to proficiency, minor success, major success, and even perfection,

How vast would the “Universe Within the Sleeve” become?

Lu Fei mused that by then, with a wave of his hand, mountains and rivers could collapse, cities and nations could fall.

Of course, “Universe Within the Sleeve” was a true divine skill.

Any divine skill, when cultivated to its peak, would surely leave a name in the Three Realms.

Yet, no matter how great the divine skill, the caster must be powerful enough to wield it.

Like Lu Fei now, with his current understanding of “Universe Within the Sleeve,”

He estimated that anyone weaker than him, without a strong magical treasure or adequate preparation, could be easily subdued with a wave of his hand.

Those of comparable strength would be caught if they were careless.

Even those stronger than him, if the gap wasn’t too great, would suffer if caught off guard.

During his time on Lang Lang Mountain, the most precious and wondrous thing he saw was the handkerchief once owned by the late Black General Heilang, which could contain living beings and transfer various demons.

Eventually, the handkerchief was seized by the three great dog demon kings of the Great Wilderness Mountains.

This also showed how precious it was that “Universe Within the Sleeve” could create an independent space that expanded through cultivation.

Though its cultivation was difficult.

At this moment,

Lu Fei recalled the “soul power” that could accelerate divine skill mastery.

Unfortunately, there were few opportunities for killing at Wuzhuang Temple, so soul power was scarce.

He would have to continue patiently with time.

His proficiency panel was his greatest asset.

As he contemplated this,

“Whoosh,”

Little Bai again picked up the teapot to pour tea, bringing Lu Fei back to reality.

He looked out the window.

Outside, the sky was hazy, with light brightening in the eastern sky.

“Let’s go, it’s the hour of Mao, time for practice,” Lu Fei said, finishing the tea in one gulp. Little Bai quickly set down the teapot and climbed up Lu Fei’s arm to rest on his shoulder.

Lu Fei stood, and a string of translucent grapes appeared in his hand, which he gave to Little Bai before heading outside.

Nearly a year had passed since Lu Fei arrived at Wuzhuang Temple.

Except for special circumstances, he was usually the earliest riser, even before senior brothers Qing Feng and Ming Yue.

Treading the last of the pre-dawn darkness,

Lu Fei soon reached the familiar small courtyard.

At this time, Qing Feng and Ming Yue had not yet arrived.

Lu Fei brought Little Bai into the kitchen and began working busily.

Little Bai was now capable of helping with small tasks.

Worried the little one might be bored, Lu Fei welcomed his company.

As Lu Fei struggled to steam the precious spirit rice,

Outside the courtyard came the laughter and chatter of Qing Feng and Ming Yue.

Entering the kitchen, after greeting Lu Fei, Qing Feng took over tending the steaming pot.

Lu Fei and brother Ming Yue picked up a carrying pole and went to fetch spirit spring water.

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Lu Fei was replaced in fetching water not due to seniority, but because the next steps required at least Gold Core level power.

Although Lu Fei had rebuilt his foundation to late Foundation Establishment stage over the past six months, he was still clearly some distance from Gold Core.

So he had to be replaced.

Lu Fei didn’t mind; Qing Feng and Ming Yue had treated him kindly all year.

His relationship with these two senior brothers was better than with others.

Also, because the teacher had passed down cultivation methods to him, allowing him to rebuild his cultivation and align his aura with the other brothers,

Some brothers were willing to befriend him, the youngest disciple and the only one of demon origin left at the temple.

After finishing the morning kitchen duties,

Lu Fei took Little Bai along with Qing Feng and Ming Yue to the square for morning scripture reading.

Right after the session ended,

Lu Fei approached Qing Feng and Ming Yue and asked, “Senior brothers, I got two jars of fine wine from Brother Xiahou yesterday. How about we go to Junior Brother’s place and have a few drinks?”

“Drink wine?”

Ming Yue’s eyes lit up immediately, nearly sparkling, and he nodded eagerly, “Great idea! I think that’s a good plan.”

He then quickly turned to Qing Feng.

Qing Feng’s eyes brightened but his expression remained hesitant.

Though there was no rule forbidding drinking, they were still young cultivators, and especially with the master present, drinking was inappropriate, especially gathering to drink.

Qing Feng hesitated a moment, but faced with the eager looks of the two juniors, he couldn’t resist the temptation and whispered, “It’s too early to drink now. Let’s wait until after we cook the meal. Then we’ll make some small dishes to go with the wine.”

Hearing this, Lu Fei immediately gave Qing Feng a thumbs-up: “Senior brother, you’re considerate.”

Ming Yue quickly added, “I’ll cook. I’m good at it.”

“What dishes shall we make?” Lu Fei, Qing Feng, and Ming Yue huddled together on the Baiyu Square, whispering conspiratorially.

Time passed quickly.

Night fell.

Watching the senior brothers finish eating and leave,

In a corner of the kitchen courtyard, Lu Fei finished his bowl of spirit rice, fed some to Little Bai who clung to his mouth, then strode into the kitchen.

Before long,

As the sky darkened,

With Little Bai perched on his shoulder, Lu Fei brought Qing Feng and Ming Yue back to his room.

Closing the door and latching it,

Ming Yue took out the food boxes from the storage pouch and placed them one by one on the Eight Immortals table in the living room.

Lu Fei held two jars of fine wine, pouring for the two senior brothers and casually giving a bowl to Little Bai.

“Thank you both for your care all this time.”

“To your health!”

Lu Fei raised his cup.

When the three bowls touched and he drank deeply, a feeling of comfort spread through his body.

When he was on Lang Lang Mountain, he drank nearly every day.

But at Wuzhuang Temple, in a year, he had drunk only a handful of times.

Each time, he had to drink in secret.

This was the first time drinking with Qing Feng and Ming Yue.

Lu Fei refilled the jars and raised his cup again: “Cheers to our first drink together as brothers.”

“Again!”

After three more bowls,

Lu Fei raised his cup once more.

Ming Yue, just picking up his chopsticks, had to put them down again, frowning: “Junior brother, let’s eat a bite before drinking.”

Qing Feng smiled and raised his bowl: “Looks like junior brother can hold his liquor.”

Lu Fei shook his head and laughed: “It’s not that I can hold my liquor; it’s that you two treat me like brothers. Three bowls is my heart’s desire.”

Finally able to enjoy wine,

Lu Fei would not drink half-heartedly.

Drinking alone was dull, and self-punishment was inappropriate—he had to find a way to enjoy it.

After several rounds of wine and various dishes,

The three brothers chatted about some senior brothers who had already left the sect.

Suddenly, Lu Fei asked, “Among the senior brothers who have left, are there any who, like me, came from demon origins?”

Ming Yue shook his head, clueless.

Qing Feng paused thoughtfully, set down his chopsticks, and said, “I do know of one.”

“Oh?”

Lu Fei immediately became interested and asked, “Which senior brother? What’s his name? And where is he now?”

Qing Feng replied, “That was a long time ago. That brother was named Lan Yu. He was a great mountain sparrow demon and has left the mountain long ago. Beyond that, I don’t know.”

“Lan Yu, a great mountain sparrow demon…”

Hearing this, Lu Fei subconsciously reviewed the information in his mind, then clinked cups with Qing Feng and drank deeply.

That night,

Lu Fei drank quite a bit with Qing Feng and Ming Yue and learned much information he hadn’t known before.

When the two brothers left, they stumbled slightly as they walked.

Still, with their strength,

They could easily refine and evaporate the alcohol in their bodies.

After sending off the two senior brothers,

Lu Fei closed the door and sat back on the straw cushion in his room, but still could not recall the details about Lan Yu the demon brother.

Apparently, Lan Yu was a stranger to him.

But he remembered the name.

After all, demons who knew how to find their way to an immortal’s blessed land, successfully took discipleship, were definitely among the smartest in their kind.

Lu Fei himself was a demon; perhaps someday he would cross paths with that brother.

Shortly after sitting down,

Lu Fei quickly dissipated the alcohol’s effect and began meditation and cultivation.

Little did he know what Qing Feng and Ming Yue encountered that night.

The next morning,

After finishing his tasks and attending the morning meeting, Lu Fei learned that their secret drinking had been exposed.

A brother had seen Qing Feng and Ming Yue drunk, staggering as they walked.

What made it worse was that on their way back, they unexpectedly met the master strolling in the pavilion.

Startled, Ming Yue fell headfirst into the lotus pond, causing the master to laugh.

Afterward,

Qing Feng and Ming Yue honestly confessed to drinking with Lu Fei.

Zhen Yuanzi did not reprimand them.

However, the story of the three youngest brothers drunkenly wandering the lotus pond spread.

It gave the long-practicing brothers at Wuzhuang Temple plenty of gossip.

For a long time afterward,

Lu Fei never drank with Qing Feng and Ming Yue again.

Each day was spent practicing, attending scripture reading, studying, and cultivating.

Time flowed quietly like water.

In the blink of an eye,

Four cycles of peach blossoms bloomed on the east side of Wuzhuang Temple;

The southern orchard bore fruit four times;

The kitchen courtyard in the west had affixed spring couplets four times as well.

Time had reached the fifth year.

Lu Fei’s fifth year of discipleship and cultivation under Zhen Yuanzi at Wuzhuang Temple.

Late at night,

Within the Wuzhuang Temple’s sacred realm,

All was silent.

In a simple attic bedroom,

A figure surrounded by streams of azure light, eyes closed in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes.

“What’s going on?”

“Was that just a hallucination?”

Thinking of the images that had suddenly invaded his mind,

Lu Fei frowned deeply.

At his current cultivation, nearly reaching Gold Core, dreaming was impossible.

Yet the images that appeared during his meditation were undeniable.

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Although the images were unclear.

“Could someone be sending me a message through dreams?”

From the extensive cultivation knowledge Lu Fei had gained during his years at Wuzhuang Temple,

This was the only reasonable explanation.

Though the images were unclear,

As long as the sender was still trying to contact him, there would be more.

However, when awake, unless the other’s strength far exceeded his own, entering his dream was difficult.

As for sleeping, he had hardly done so for many years.

With this in mind,

Lu Fei held his breath and concentrated, returning to meditation.

Streams of azure light rose again, encircling him.

Soon,

Images began to flicker before his eyes.

The images flickered like the old televisions that lost signal long ago.

But soon,

The images stabilized and became clearer,

Revealing a space—a cave within a mountain.

Wait—

The environment inside the cave looked somewhat familiar to Lu Fei.

Then,

He saw a half-demon form clad in black armor, with a black long-beaked head—a pitch-black crow demon—appear in the images.

Accompanying were intermittent murmurs and curses.

“Are you done yet, Four-Eyes? You ate two of my spirit pills. If you don’t succeed, you owe me three, got it?”

“Otherwise, I’ll tear your wings off for a snack.”

“Alright, alright.”

“Black Leader, stand still, yes, right there, don’t move.”

“Huang Gui, don’t go over there.”

The fragmented voices reached Lu Fei’s ears.

At this moment, his eyes widened.

He immediately understood why the cave looked familiar.

That was his own dwelling on Lang Lang Mountain.

Only that the place was now filled with many things, and the layout had changed, which was why he hadn’t recognized it immediately.

But the second brother, the crow demon with the pitch-black head, he recognized at once.

The crow demon in the image was taller and more robust than before, wearing the black iron armor reserved for small leaders.

Just looking at him showed that his aura was far stronger than before.

The message from the image also revealed that the second brother, Hei Mao, had been promoted to demon general, becoming a minor leader.

“This is truly good news.”

Looking at the images, a smile spread across Lu Fei’s face, and joy filled his heart.

The image transmission continued.

“Black Leader, it’s okay now.”

“Speak to me. Whatever you said to that White Leader, say it to me too. Well, say it to the White Leader; he should be able to see and hear.”

“Should?”

“You ate two of my spirit pills and still say should!?”

“No, no, I meant, Black Leader, hurry up. That White Leader will definitely see it. I’m about to pass out.”

“Big Brother, can you see me?”

The crow demon waved his hand in the image.

“Big Brother, I have two pieces of good news. Me and third brother, Red Skin, have both been promoted to demon general leaders.”

“You don’t have to worry about other demons bullying us anymore.”

“But third brother lost to that big stupid bear in the competition for the three great kings’ tournament, got hurt, so I’m the one talking to you.”

“But don’t worry, Red Skin’s injury isn’t serious.”

“Also, the one you told us to take care of, Wandashan, she has become a minor demon. She’s very promising, now at late demon soldier cultivation. Here’s good news, Wandashan is a female demon, a grown young lady.”

“Wandashan, come over, let your father see you.”

“No way, Black Leader, I’m about to pass out, hurry up.”

“Forget it then.”

“It’s just that Huang Gui is useless, still hasn’t been promoted to demon general, but he says it’s soon.”

“Big Brother, ever since you left, we haven’t been to the battlefield anymore. You know? There are many more small demons on our mountain.”

“Hurry up, Black Leader.”

“You’re really useless.”

“Big Brother, my newly recruited small demon Four-Eyes is useless. I can only say hurry up.”

“Big Brother, it’s been a long time since you left us.”

“Don’t know if you found the immortal mountain yet?”

“Did you become a disciple of an immortal?”

“Big Brother, we all miss you. When will you come back?”

“Big Brother, if you become immortal, don’t forget us.”

“Big Brother, do you remember the way back? You must remember to come back.”

Watching the flickering images vanish,

The voices of second brother crow demon’s yearning and prayers echoed in Lu Fei’s ears.

At this moment,

Lu Fei’s previously calm heart surged with waves,

Unable to settle for a long time.

So he got up and walked to the Eight Immortals table in the living room, lit the oil lamp, and poured himself a cup of tea.

“Chirp, chirp, chirp.”

Little Bai jumped down from the windowsill, trotted quickly forward, and rubbed his head against his father’s leg, sensing his troubled thoughts.

Lu Fei casually picked up Little Bai and said, “Little Bai, I just dreamed of your Uncle Crow.”

At those words,

Little Bai’s black eyes widened, staring intently at his father.

Lu Fei stroked Little Bai’s head and smiled, “He said they miss us very much and want to know when we’ll return.”

Saying this, Lu Fei carried Little Bai to the wide-open window, gazed at the full moon, and sighed, “Thirteen years have passed; it’s about time to go back…”

Seven days later.

Late at night.

Outside, the bright moon hung high.

Moonlight like flowing water.

On the large bed,

Streams of azure light blazed from Lu Fei’s body, illuminating the entire bedroom like daylight.

Outside the bedroom, in the living room,

Little Bai, already sensing the movement, nervously crouched beneath the Eight Immortals table, eyes fixed on the glowing bedroom.

Beyond Wuzhuang Temple’s sacred realm,

Under the bright night sky,

A huge spectral white wolf suddenly appeared, covering the sky and opening its mouth as if to swallow the full moon.

“Howl.”

At this moment, all the brothers in Wuzhuang Temple faintly heard a wolf’s howl.

Inside the bedroom,

The azure light that had shone bright suddenly flowed back into Lu Fei’s body.

Within his dantian,

A blue storm, carrying essence blood, divine powers, cultivation—all converged and condensed into shape at this moment.

A golden core hovered within the dantian.

Medicine meets qi to form images; Dao unites in stillness and harmony.

Swallowing the golden core, one realizes their fate is no longer dictated by heaven.

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