Just like the gacha games of her previous life, she had originally hoped to just hit the pity timer, but when a golden flash suddenly appeared midway through, she was naturally overjoyed.
Lin Huanhuan set the floating soil aside and held the iron plate in her hand, scrutinizing it closely. The surface of the iron plate was mottled, looking as if it had been soaked in water and then taken out.
She lightly rubbed the surface of the iron plate and was surprised to find that those spots were not rust, but countless tiny, densely packed golden characters.
“Is it a cultivation technique, a martial art, or a treasure map?”
Just as Lin Huanhuan was about to bring it closer for a better look, a cold light suddenly flashed from the sharp edge of the iron plate. It sliced through her finger in an instant, and crimson blood flowed out. The iron plate immediately transformed into a golden light and burrowed into her body through the wound.
“Dammit, what is this?”
Lin Huanhuan was shocked. She could clearly feel the golden light swimming rapidly through her body, aiming directly for the Spirit Terrace between her brows!
The Spirit Terrace was where the Dao Foundation was kept. Another name for the Spirit Terrace was the Purple Mansion, and it was practically the foundation of any cultivator’s life. If the dantian being shattered only made one a cripple, even the slightest damage to the Spirit Terrace would harm the soul. At best, one would become a vegetable; at worst, their soul would be extinguished and they would perish.
‘I must stop this thing from proceeding any further!’
Thoughts raced through Lin Huanhuan’s mind, and her hands were just as fast. She quickly formed seals, and the spiritual energy in her body rapidly wove into a net. It looked like she was about to block the golden light.
Right at that moment, the floating soil nearby suddenly moved. Like a flowing liquid, it instantly wrapped around her wrist.
It was as if a giant god had pinched her wrist. The pain was unbearable, and she even heard the sound of her bones cracking.
“Ah, no!”
The pain caused her to pause involuntarily for a single moment. The net of spiritual energy collapsed, and the golden light drove straight in, heading directly toward the location of the Spirit Terrace.
Lin Huanhuan was filled with absolute horror, but she could only watch helplessly as the golden light exploded at her Spirit Terrace, transforming into countless golden characters that suspended themselves within it.
In the next moment, Sanskrit sounds echoed through her mind.
It was as if an eminent monk was chanting in her ear — Arhats subduing demons, Bodhisattvas saving the world. Everywhere she looked was a sea of golden light.
She was as tiny as a speck of dust falling into this world of the Holy Buddha. She felt as though her entire body was covered in filth, making her feel overcome with shame.
Fortunately, the Holy Buddha above did not despise her. Instead, he reached out a brilliant golden hand and recited, “Take refuge in my Buddha to attain transcendence.”
An indescribable joy filled her entire mind. She couldn’t help but show a benevolent smile. Her knees buckled as she prepared to slowly kneel and kowtow in gratitude.
Only in her eyes was there boundless horror and fury. ‘Fuck! Is this purification?! They’re trying to force me to become a follower of the Buddhist sect!’
‘Damn brain, don’t believe it! Move! Move!’
Although she was struggling and wailing frantically, the thought of kneeling in gratitude continued to grow. The benevolence on her face became more and more apparent.
She knew very well that the moment she knelt, she would be completely purified. She would no longer be herself. She tried her best to resist, but it was still to no avail.
Despair almost enveloped her.
Just as she was about to kneel, another power within the Spirit Terrace seemed to be provoked.
‘This is my territory!’
Under her nearly vacant gaze, the Spirit Terrace turned a deep purple and instantly transformed into a bloody, gaping maw. It swallowed the golden runes directly. After some *crunch crunch crunch*, it spat out a small ball, and then the Spirit Terrace returned to its original form.
She felt it clearly — that gaping maw was her Inner Demon. ‘That means my Inner Demon lives in my Spirit Terrace, or rather, the Inner Demon is my Spirit Terrace? What does that even mean?’
She was puzzled, but having just escaped danger, she didn’t have the energy to think further. Her consciousness returned. The exhaustion radiating from her soul directly affected her physical body. She slumped to the ground, sweating profusely, like a pile of mud.
She looked as if she were dead, motionless, her eyes losing their color. Only her small, panting mouth indicated the fact that she was still alive.
After about half an hour had passed, Lin Huanhuan finally felt her strength return slightly. She sat up and let out a long sigh, still somewhat shaken.
She walked over to the table, grabbed the teapot, and didn’t even bother with a cup, drinking directly from the spout. After half a pot of tea went down, she felt a bit more like she had come back to life.
Lin Huanhuan gritted her teeth. “Damned bald donkeys! To use such a filthy method… how despicable! Don’t let me find out who it was, or I’ll definitely make you pay!”
After cursing for a while, Lin Huanhuan felt a bit confused. “Wait, according to the original novel, this floating soil should have been obtained by someone else. Why wasn’t that person purified? Could it be that the Heavenly Dao is targeting me again? It shouldn’t be.”
“The Heavenly Dao couldn’t possibly have this much energy to spend on me. Those at the Nascent Soul stage should be its main targets for balance.”
“Wait, that person in the original novel died in the end — “
A flash of inspiration suddenly struck Lin Huanhuan’s mind. She remembered that in the original novel, that person accidentally obtained the floating soil and then actually bragged to his friends about his windfall. In the end, he died a violent death.
“At first glance, it didn’t seem like there was a problem. The person exposed wealth that didn’t belong to him and was then killed for the treasure. It all seemed quite reasonable.”
“But there is actually a very critical logical flaw in this. Why would that person take the initiative to expose his windfall? If it were me in my previous life and I suddenly won the lottery, I would definitely keep it hidden and use it slowly bit by bit.”
“If I had that kind of mindset in the modern world, in this bloody and cruel cultivation world, that person shouldn’t have been ignorant of that logic. The original description was that he spoke the truth after drinking too much.”
“But if combined with the golden light that just appeared from the iron plate and the attack from the floating soil, it seems another conclusion can be drawn. This floating soil and the iron plate are bait thrown out by a powerful bald donkey, just waiting for someone to take the hook.”
“And after being purified, they would completely obey the orders of that bald donkey without even a hint of defiance.”
At this point, a chill suddenly ran down Lin Huanhuan’s spine. She swallowed. “Following this line of thought, the person in the original novel didn’t say it because he was drunk at all — he said it on purpose.”
“The purpose was to prevent anyone from discovering the fact that he had been purified. The reason he didn’t mention the iron plate was also to keep it hidden.”
“Holy crap, there are actually pits like this in the original novel. I’m truly impressed. If it hadn’t been for this Inner Demon, I would have been done for today.”
Lin Huanhuan clenched her fists.
“Right, how is the Inner Demon?”
Lin Huanhuan suddenly remembered this and quickly sensed where the Inner Demon was. She found that the Inner Demon seemed to have exhausted itself too much and was a bit shriveled, making it temporarily unusable.
‘It should be able to recover, right?’ Lin Huanhuan wasn’t very sure.