CHAPTER 145: CHAPTER 145: PLOTTING SOMETHING BIG! (5TH UPDATE)

"Mingchuan is a considerate child; he wouldn’t trouble his master with money just for a meeting. He must have encountered something." Wan An knew there had to be a reason for the dream after reading the letter.

Therefore, he didn’t dare to delay and ran back to the Exotic Treasures Pavilion to buy a Dream-Inducing Talisman, then ran back home, instructed Lin Dayou that he was exhausted and needed to rest, asking not to be disturbed, secured the doors and windows, and lay on the bed to prepare for dreaming.

The method of using the Dream-Inducing Talisman is simple, and the servant explained it in detail.

Placing the talisman tainted with his aura beside the pillow, he silently chanted his grandson’s name, soon enveloped by a faint light, feeling overwhelmingly sleepy and dozed off.

"Brother Long, I suddenly feel so sleepy..." Wan Mingchuan was seriously writing when a wave of drowsiness suddenly hit him, and before he could finish speaking, Bai Yunqi slapped him on the table, passing out.

Jiang Yuan was still thinking about picking herbs, challenging "NPCs" in the Ice Cave to see if he could gain more attributes, and was deeply curious about the Dream Talisman described by Xiaobai, so he decided to stay and watch the show, planning to head elsewhere after the dream ended.

Yun Mo also stretched his neck to watch, "So, the dream is induced? It seems quite simple and convenient; it’s just uncertain how effective it is."

After pausing, he carefully asked hopefully, "Then... will us Demon Cultivators go to the Netherworld when we die? Is there hope to see my brothers, parents, and other loved ones harmed by curses again?"

"The situation with cultivators is complex, and humans, demon cultivators, and demon cultivators each differ. However, even if they don’t completely die with their Spirituality dissipating, the cultivator’s remnant soul is guided to the Netherworld differs from where ordinary souls go." Bai Yunqi looked at him with a half-smile, "If cultivators die and their souls go to the Netherworld, can communicate with family and friends, and retain memories to cultivate as Ghost Cultivators, do you think ordinary ghosts have a chance to exist?"

Yun Mo murmured, a bit lost, "Indeed, it doesn’t seem right; life and death hardly differ."

"Heaven and earth are unkind, treating all things as straw dogs, and the heavens and earth are the fairest, ensuring the balance of the Three Realms. Most cultivators, when stepping onto the path of cultivation, are bound with their Spirituality and cultivation level, rising and falling together, which is the so-called dying with the Dao and Spirituality dissipating. When cultivation disperses, Spirituality also completely disperses, leaving only the most pure fragmented Spirituality entering the deepest part of the Netherworld for remolding."

"Ah, indeed!" Yun Mo realized the importance of Spirituality in cultivation after being reminded, which his parents had explained.

However, their explanation wasn’t as deep; they only informed the importance of Spirituality in cultivation. It seems the cultivation technique of the Ice-winged Eagle clan fits the description of dying with the Dao and Spirituality dissipating; in other words, death means death with no chance to reunite.

"Remember this: Heaven and earth are the fairest." Bai Yunqi emphasized, "Ordinary beings like humans and animals have weak Spirituality and shallow fate, thus cannot embark on the cultivation path. But after death, they might have the chance to be ghosts. If a fortuitous encounter allows them to become Ghost Cultivators, they might achieve the status of Ghost Immortal."

Cultivators, with strong Spirituality, die and are remolded, becoming a brand-new soul to reincarnate, thus having the chance to reshuffle the deck, preventing factions from controlling reincarnation and completely cutting off the path of ordinary Spirituality."

Jiang Yuan listened intently; this knowledge might come in handy one day.

Yun Mo’s massive body respectfully bowed with his wings outside the straw hut, "Senior Bai, I have learned much! You mentioned most cultivators die and have their Spirituality dissipated; are there more special paths?"

"Of course. Let’s put it this way: when initially embarking on the cultivation path, it’s all about cultivating various techniques, following the paths of predecessors. Upon reaching a certain realm, the fortunate ones might find their own Dao, hence having the hope to use their Dao to leave a resurrection route."

Resurrection?!

Yun Mo’s eyes widened and wanted to ask more, but the other party waved impatiently, "Now’s not the time for idle talk; you haven’t even achieved Transformation, asking that much is too far for you."

He turned to Jiang Yuan with a smile, "Dreams are unstable at their start and end, plus I need to give them time to speak. I’ll wait a moment before entering the dream to discuss business."

The Venerable Family is young yet unfathomable, staying on this Deserted Island secluded; there must be a reason not to ask much. But as a cultivator, I doubt you want to spend your life trapped in this small corner farming, right? Since chance allowed our paths to cross, shall we join forces for something greater?"

Having examined the details of the contracted pet from the start, knowing he landed a big catch, Jiang Yuan was mentally prepared.

Generally, such Great Demons, having lived for thousands of years, know much and have many ways, playing roles like a Personal Grandmaster or close bodyguard and friend; or bearing humiliation starting from scratch, eventually returning to the peak while departing amicably.

A more aggressive setting might result in becoming sworn enemies, with one-time close companionship fracturing, turning into the big boss villain.

"How big?" Jiang Yuan knew that he could bind Bai Yunqi for now thanks to system help.

Not being one to force others, Jiang Yuan understood Xiaobai’s desire to become stronger was reasonable, and he was willing to join hands to try, as long as it wasn’t too risky. After all... he genuinely worried about aging if staying too long in the Wilderness World, urgently needing Immortal Peach to extend his lifespan.

The emergence of Immortal Peach undoubtedly will be a bloody storm; strength is necessary.

"I’m unsure how much the Venerable Family understands the Cultivation Realm, so I’ll start from the beginning." Bai Yunqi contemplated, "The paths of Human Cultivators and Demon Cultivators are most similar, absorbing Spiritual Energy and storing Spiritual Power, with the Spirit Stone as the universal currency;"

Ghost Cultivators absorb Yin Fiend Energy, with Cold Crystal Jade as the Netherworld’s currency; Demon Cultivators absorb Evil and Demonic Aura, with Yin Demon Pearl as the currency. However, all types aim to ascend to the Celestial Realm, venerating Immortality. Moreover, the three currencies cannot be used interchangeably, hence the emergence of the upper-level universal currency for cultivators - Immortal Jade.

Legend says Immortal Jade comes from the Celestial Realm, used by Immortals. Whenever pricing is too high to measure by Spirit Stones or during inter-race transactions, Immortal Jade, containing purer energy, allowing all cultivators to absorb, becomes the first choice."

Got it, like nesting dolls where treasure values increase layer by layer, necessitating new currency emergence. However, Immortal Jade can be absorbed by different race cultivators, indeed remarkable.

Could it contain Immortal Energy?

"Then what?" Jiang Yuan thought you merely provided currency system insights; what’s the grand plan?

Bai Yunqi slyly smiled, "I promptly enter the dream to discuss business with the elder. If successful, I need to rely on the Venerable Family’s Paperman and Paper Horse Skill to map the Immortal Jade Mine using mountain resources. If unsuccessful, I trust the Venerable Family will reconsider, giving us the chance to journey to the Netherworld."

Having said that, he placed a hand on Wan Mingchuan’s head, who was sleeping soundly on the table, and laid in bed, dozing off.

"This simple, he entered the dream too?" Yun Mo’s eyes widened, looking back and forth but not spotting anything, then softly asked, "Mr. Jiang, if we wake Wan Mingchuan now, what will happen?"

Jiang Yuan could only chuckle as he looked at him, "Nothing much. Based on Xiaobai’s temperament, he might help you pluck clean and boil a pot of hot water. Oh, wait, he probably lacks the patience to boil water, and might simply start a big fire to warm you up."

Yun Mo glanced at his scorched fur and quickly retracted his head from the window.