I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade-Chapter 1532 - 364: Senior... Help Me (4)

"The Sect Master is about to start, be quiet."

Xia Luoh felt the spiritual energy in the center of the forbidden area converging into a vortex, appearing above the Sect Master’s head.

Sect Master, you must succeed.

Even for an immortal gate, buying all kinds of precious spirit grass and materials to refine pills for breaking through to the Nascent Soul is a huge expense. For a loose cultivator, they might need to prepare these pills for ten or even decades.

These are all necessary essentials.

Unless one is truly headstrong, with no external aids, only a minuscule chance remains, forcing the formation of the Nascent Soul. Failure lightly damages the foundation, while severely it may cost one’s life.

At this moment.

The Sect Master’s eyes glimmered brightly, and the aura around him erupted suddenly, enveloping the entire mountain range. Between heaven and earth, the wind and clouds surged, thunder rolled; breaking the core to form the Nascent Soul is one of the hurdles on the path of cultivation.

Once the Nascent Soul is successfully formed, it’s like living a second life, lifespan skyrockets with an increase of three hundred years.

Several pills floated out.

Gathering Spirit Pill!

Breaking Demon Pill!

Soul Condensing Pill!

These three pills are all refined from precious spirit grass.

The Gathering Spirit Pill accelerates the absorption efficiency of spiritual energy by the physique.

The Breaking Demon Pill prevents being affected by inner demons during breakthrough, leading to total failure.

Naturally, the Soul Condensing Pill helps focus the mind and reach an undistracted state.

Ingesting the three pills prepares fully for the breakthrough. As the aura peaks, he swallows the most precious ’Nascent Soul Pill’ while activating the secret technique for forming the Nascent Soul.

"Break the core to form the Nascent Soul."

The voice roared like thunder, startling the observing elder guardians into retreat, unable to withstand the powerful force.

The Sect Master’s mana surged like a tide within him, with the Golden Core in his dantian emitting dazzling golden light as it rotated. His eyes were closed, hands forming Dharma Seals, aura flowing around him, hair swirling, as if a True Immortal descended upon the world.

A faint halo appeared on his body’s surface, the brilliance formed by the overflow of mana, and at this moment, the Sect Master’s aura soared again.

Suddenly, the entire forbidden mountain peak trembled, affected by the vibration of mana.

Suddenly.

The Sect Master opened his eyes, two golden rays shot up to the sky, endlessly.

"Hahaha..."

"Succeeded, this Sect Master has finally formed the Nascent Soul."

The Sect Master roared towards the sky, a splendid and colorful, miniature version of himself illuminated the surroundings, representing his mana, cultivation, and spiritual perception.

At the moment the Nascent Soul was formed, he felt a tremendous change within, the fullness and richness of mana, the sudden increase in lifespan. At this moment, he seemed to be in a realm never reached before.

The elders witnessing the power of the Sect Master’s Nascent Soul envied greatly, for this was the Nascent Soul Realm.

Who wouldn’t want to become a cultivator with a Nascent Soul? But having reached their current cultivation, they’ve long accepted their fate; without a chance to defy destiny, they can’t achieve the Nascent Soul.

"The Sect Master is truly a genius." Xia Luoh rejoiced repeatedly, "Hmm..."

Suddenly, he noticed something amiss.

"Sect Master, why is your Nascent Soul missing a leg..."

He exclaimed, as if he had seen a ghost.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The Sect Master frowned, on such a joyous day, instead of celebrating properly, he was told his formed Nascent Soul lacked a leg.

But when he examined the Nascent Soul within.

The Sect Master’s expression changed abruptly.

It was indeed missing a leg.

"Defective Nascent Soul, this is a defective Nascent Soul."

The Sect Master almost fainted; despite the well-prepared resources, he ended up forming a defective Nascent Soul. If this was rumored, wouldn’t it be laughable?

With Xia Luoh revealing the situation.

Other elders also took notice.

They exchanged glances, not knowing what to say, but they had learned something from Xia Luoh before the Sect Master’s breakthrough.

A seventy percent chance of success, placed on any cultivator in the late Core Formation stage, would be practically guaranteed.

And now the Sect Master formed a defective Nascent Soul?

Though it still possessed the power of a Nascent Soul, surely there’s a difference between complete and incomplete ones.

Xia Luoh opened his mouth, wanting to say something but hesitating. Clearly, he had much to say, but now he truly didn’t know what to say about the Sect Master’s situation.

The probability of forming a Nascent Soul was so high, and it would work for anyone else.

The bewildered Sect Master regained his senses, transforming into a stream of light heading towards the library.

"Senior, help me, assist me..."

He pinned all his hopes on Senior Lin.

At the entrance.

The Sect Master was very respectful, "Senior, save me."

Lin Fan, who was inside browsing the books, heard the commotion outside, stood up, and pushed open the door, seeing the Sect Master sweating profusely and anxiously waiting.

Many elders of the Flame Sun Sect accompanied him.

"Sect Master, what’s troubling you?"

Though he was perusing books, he indeed sensed the Sect Master’s cultivation soar earlier, which was supposed to be a cause for celebration, why then did the Sect Master appear so panicked?

He was thoroughly perplexed.

"Senior Lin, I formed a defective Nascent Soul..." the Sect Master said bitterly.

Prior to now, Lin Fan would not have understood.

But after reading numerous texts here, he could comprehend the concept of a defective Nascent Soul as described; while rare, its occurrence isn’t impossible, possessing only two-thirds of a complete one’s power.

As for why a defective Nascent Soul appears.

In a text he read, it was recorded; though its reliability is unknown, the meaning was simple... Joy begets sorrow.