Chapter 150 Tangtang, My Spiritual Root Is Something Wrong (1/2)

After dinner, Tao Yuming and Lü Hongwei volunteered to wash the dishes.

Duan Zhou lay sprawled on the kang (a heated brick bed), rubbing his round belly and humming contentedly.

In the corner, An Sanchuan was still holding his enamel mug, sipping hot water in small sips, like a shadow that couldn't blend into the warmth of the room.

Yu Hao covered the remaining half plate of spicy chicken with a bowl, so he could enjoy a delicious meal tomorrow.

After he finished tidying up, he plopped down next to Duan Zhou and nudged him with his elbow.

"Hey, are we going up the mountain again tomorrow?"

"Go to hell!" Duan Zhou rolled his eyes and said lazily, "It's freezing cold, the mountain is barren, there's not a soul in sight, it's a waste of time to go."

His eyes darted around, and he lowered his voice to Yu Hao's ear, asking slyly, "Haozi, tell me the truth, does your Brother Yan really know kung fu?"

"Of course!" Yu Hao raised his chin, his pride almost making his tail wag.

"Then he must be a really good hunter, right?" Duan Zhou's eyes lit up instantly. "When are we going to ask him to take us up the mountain to get some wild game? We're getting so tired of eating cabbage and radishes every day!"

Yu Hao immediately pictured Yan Yu's nimble skills; hunting rabbits and pheasants would be a piece of cake for him.

He patted his chest and declared confidently, "Sure, I'll take care of it! I'll talk to my brother when he's free!"

The two were whispering to each other, and Tao Yuming on the other end listened intently.

He wiped the last bowl dry, smiled gently, and didn't say anything.

Meanwhile, in the corner, An Sanchuan's hands, holding an enamel mug, were almost imperceptibly white at the knuckles, and his eyes, lowered, flickered uncertainly.

………………………………

The night was as dark as ink, and the entire village was fast asleep.

Yan Yu sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed), his eyes closed, his mind focused on cultivation.

After this period of arduous cultivation, his nascent divine consciousness has become much more resilient, transforming from a fragile thread that would break with a gust of wind.

He carefully controlled his consciousness, spreading it outwards silently like mercury.

One meter.

1.5 meters tall.

Two meters...

It's done!

His divine sense was finally able to stably cover a two-meter radius area centered on him.

An unprecedented sense of control almost intoxicated him.

This feeling is hundreds of times more sophisticated than scanning with mental energy during the apocalypse.

Mental power is a brutal invasion, while divine consciousness is a gentle fusion.

He could "hear" Ruan Tang's even breathing beside him; her warm breath stirred up the tiny dust particles invisible to the naked eye in the air.

He could "see" her long eyelashes, like two small fans, trembling slightly.

Her pink lips were unconsciously pouting, making one want to... kiss them.

Beside the pillow, Little White curled up into a snow-white ball of fur, its belly rising and falling, its fluffy tail covering its body like a blanket.

Yan Yu could even "hear" its faint snoring and the soft smacking sound in its dreams, wondering what delicious food it was dreaming about.

In the corner, Big Orange's ears twitched, as if it had pounced on a much fatter rat in its dream.

This is the real world.

It has texture, warmth, and life.

Yan Yu was satisfied and prepared to withdraw his divine sense, sink it into his dantian, and continue circulating his cultivation technique.

However, the moment his mind sank into his dantian—

A chill that seemed to freeze the soul suddenly exploded from the dantian, rushing up the spine straight to the forehead!

Yan Yu's body stiffened abruptly, and his breath stopped for a moment.

What happened in his dantian?!

What was originally just a blurry vortex now has a sword floating in the air!

A pure gold, gleaming energy sword!

On either side of the sword hilt, there is his rhomboid-shaped supernatural energy crystal core that ripples with spatial energy.

On the other side, there is an irregularly shaped lightning-type power crystal core that flashes with purple electric arcs.