I Shall Seal the Heavens - chapter-8
“It’s only one more month, but during that month, I must fight to
increase my Cultivation base one step further.” He carefully put the
copper mirror back into the bag of holding. He knew that he could not let
anyone know of its abilities. If he did, it would be difficult for him to
keep ahold of it, and he would surely lose his life in the process.
He looked down at himself, and the filth that covered him. In his
excitement, he had almost forgotten about his dirty state. But now, he
had calmed down quite a bit. He walked out of the Immortal’s cave to
the nearby stream and washed off the grime and impurities.
By the time he returned, the sky was growing light. He took out the Qi
Condensation Manual and began to study it.
“Upon reaching the second level of Qi Condensation, one can use
Immortal Skills. Upon reaching the fifth level, one can study Wind
Walking technique, which is an Immortal Skill similar to flying.” Meng
Hao closed his eyes, feeling thorough anticipation regarding the Wind
Walking technique of the fifth level of Qi Condensation.
In that instant, he suddenly felt the temperature increase rapidly within
the Immortal’s cave. Then, tongues of fire appeared on his right hand.
Considering that he still thought like a mortal, seeing this caused his
heart and mind to feel great excitement, which in turn extinguished the
Meng Hao promptly calmed himself and rotated his Cultivation base.
Unfortunately, by the time afternoon arrived, after dozens of attempts,
he still could do nothing more than produce a few sparks, whereupon the
spiritual energy in his body would disperse.
“It’s difficult to use this Flame Serpent art,” said Meng Hao with
a frown. But he had a persistent personality and would not be discouraged
easily, so he practiced breathing exercises for a while before trying
Night fell, and then dawn came again. For two days Meng Hao tried again
and again, failing each time, until he became completely exhausted. When
the spiritual energy dispersed he would do breathing exercises, and the
resolve in his eyes would grow stronger and stronger.
“I can’t believe I can’t use the Flame Serpent art!” said Meng
Hao, grinding his teeth and slapping his palm against the bag of holding.
Moments later, the Demonic Core appeared in his hand.
He knew that if he consumed the Core, and the mirror really had some
other fantastic properties, then later when he had enough Spirit Stones,
he would lack an original with which to make copies.
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“Oh well, no need to worry about such details. Worst case scenario, I
go back out into the mountains to look for demonic beasts.” He
hesitated for a moment, then popped the Demonic Core into his mouth,
closed his eyes, and began his breathing exercises. Spiritual energy
exploded inside of him, pouring into every corner of his body.
Time passed, and soon it was afternoon. Meng Hao opened his eyes, and
they flashed. His Cultivation base was still at the second level but was
definitely much stronger.
“I think with three or maybe five more, I can reach the third level of
Qi Condensation.” He felt somewhat disappointed, realizing that the
higher his Cultivation base, the more difficult it would be to make
progress. But anticipation filled his heart when he thought of the copper
mirror. He raised his hand into the air and made a fist.
As he raised his fist, flames appeared, congealing on his right arm and
creating a small flaming serpent as long as a finger, which radiated an
oppressing heat. Meng Hao felt the spiritual energy in his body instantly
reduced by thirty percent.
His face grew pale, but understanding flashed in his eyes and he smiled.
He leaped out of the Immortal’s Cave and waved his right hand. The
Flame Serpent flew, slamming into a nearby tree.
A banging sound rang out, and the entire tree was engulfed in flame, and
within moments had collapsed into ashes.
“I have to find a chance to do this in front of Fatty. He’ll
definitely praise me then.” He smiled broadly, feeling quite heroic.
Half a month’s time passed, during which Meng Hao searched the
mountains for demonic beasts and trained his Flame Serpent art. He worked
harder than he had in his secular studies, and soon was quite proficient
with it, and was also able to reduce the amount of spiritual energy it
used. But it still required considerable effort over the space of about
ten breaths to be able to form it.
He also went into the Outer Sect and secretly tried the mirror out on
some of the disciples. However, there was no reaction whatsoever. After a
few tries, Meng Hao concluded that the copper mirror only worked on
excessively furred creatures. A bit of a pity, but the mirror was still
more powerful than he could have ever wished for.
Unfortunately, during the half month that passed, he never came across
any demonic creatures, and his Cultivation base became mostly stagnant.
Thankfully, every time after he practiced the Flame Serpent art, his
Cultivation base would grow a little bit during the recovery period.
However, he did not dare to engage in such practice in the wild
mountains. Only in the Immortal’s Cave.
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“There are ten more days until Pill Distribution Day. I’m going to go
further out into the mountains.” Having made his decision, Meng Hao
departed early in the morning, heading quickly out into the deep
He didn’t rest during the day, and by the time night fell, he’d
forgotten how many mountain chains he’d passed through. Finally, at the
foot of a black mountain, he ran into a bear-shaped demonic beast.
During the battle, he used the Flame Serpent art and the powerful copper
mirror. A series of five explosions were followed by a miserable,
reverberating scream, whereupon the creature died in a pool of blood.
He took its Core, and was about to head further along the black mountain
when suddenly, the hairs on his body stood on end. Some distance ahead of
him had appeared five demonic beasts with the heads of elephants and
bodies of tigers. They stared at him, eyes cold.
With the mirror, he could easily handle one demonic beast. But five would
be very difficult. He slowly retreated backwards, his right hand
clutching the mirror tightly.
Suddenly, a massive roar sounded out from the trees covering the black
mountain. It grew in intensity until it was like a huge explosion
seething in the air. Meng Hao’s expression changed, and he ran away as
fast as possible, without the slightest intention of slowing down even a
Fortunately, the five demonic beasts didn’t pursue him, and he soon
disappeared into the mountains.
“That cry sounded similar to when Uncle Shangguan called out. It seems
there are a lot of demonic beasts in that black mountain, even Greater
demonic beasts.” As he sped along, he looked back at the black
mountain, more and more convinced of what a dangerous place it was.
Ten days passed by quickly. With the black mountain as his boundary, Meng
Hao ventured into the mountains but didn’t come across any more demonic
beasts. The Bear Demonic Core in his bag of holding seemed more and more
precious, so he didn’t eat it.
Pill Distribution Day arrived, and the sound of bells filled the air.
Meng Hao left the Immortal’s Cave and entered the Outer Sect. When he
had departed a month ago, his Cultivation base was the first level of Qi
Condensation, and now it was the second. Even though he was some distance
from the third level, he speculated that if the copper mirror was as
effective as he imagined, in the future he would progress by leaps and
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As fearful as ever about suffering a loss, Meng Hao entered the Pill
Distribution Square. Many of the disciples looked at him as he entered,
obviously recognizing him.
His actions the previous month had caused quite a shock to the Outer
Sect. Even though his cultivation level was low, and a month had passed,
the matter had been discussed quite a bit.
This time, it was not Shangguan Xiu who presided, but another middle-aged
man. Like last time, he distributed a Spirit Cultivation Pill and half a
Spirit Stone. But there was no Individual Pill distribution this time.
As soon as the pill and the Spirit Stone were in his bag of holding, and
the pillars grew dark, Meng Hao left as quickly as possible, not
hesitating a moment. As he left, his eyes swept across the square, and he
saw quite a few Cultivators blocking fellow disciples to take medicinal
pills and Spirit Stones.
Elder Sister Xu’s blessing still seemed to have an effect. Coupled with
his quick departure, the only thing he received was a few cold stares. No
one attempted to take anything from him.
He breathed a sigh of relief. He was well aware that Elder Sister Xu’s
name could only protect him for so long. This month was fine, but in a
few more months, someone would surely make a move against him.
“As long as the copper mirror works, in a few months… we’ll see who
will be snatching from whom!” Eyes glittering, he lowered his head and
walked a bit faster.
He left the Outer Sect, eager to try out the copper mirror, walking as
fast as possible back towards the Immortal’s Cave. When the cave was
not far off, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, his pupil’s narrowing.
A person had just walked out of the jungle.
He wore a green robe and looked to be about twenty-four or twenty-five
years of age. He had an arrogant look on his fierce face as he stood
there staring coldly at Meng Hao. His Cultivation base was not that of an
ordinary person. It was the third level of Qi Condensation. The man stood
there, blocking Meng Hao’s way.
“Greetings, Elder Brother Zhao,” said Meng Hao, his expression
changing as he took a few steps back. He moved his left hand behind his
back, and began moving about in the air. He had seen this person before.
Just about everyone in the Outer Sect knew Elder Brother Zhao Wugang. He
was cruel and ruthless, and quite a few low-level disciples had died by
his hand in the Public Zone. He was the kind of person to ingratiate
himself to disciples above the third level, but lord it over the first
and second levels.
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“So, you’ve heard of me,” said Zhao Wugang coldly. “I don’t
need to make any more introductions. Hand over your medicinal pill and
Spirit Stone.” Others didn’t dare to even touch Meng Hao, but Zhao
Wugang had entered the Sect years ago and knew how things worked. Elder
Sister Xu often secluded herself, ignoring the lives of the people
“Elder Brother Zhao, can’t you make an exception?” said Meng Hao,
taking a few steps back. “I… I’m just a simple scholar, and I just
got the Spirit Stone and medicinal pill. Can’t you give me a bit of
time with them?” This person’s cultivation level was greater than his
by more than an entire level. Furthermore, he had never fought anyone
before. His face grew pale from fear.
“You call yourself a scholar?” He sneered, then laughed loudly.
“Don’t tell me you were a scholar before you came here? Come, come,
recite some poetry for your Elder Brother. Maybe you’ll lighten my mood
and I won’t beat you and break your legs.”
“Elder Brother Zhao…” Meng Hao was extremely nervous, and quite
angry as well, but he had no choice but to hold on and try to talk some
sense into the man. “The sages said, if…”
“Shut up. I’ll take not only your medicinal pill and Spirit Stone,
but the Immortal’s Cave as well. From now on, we are fellow disciples
in the outside world, but in the cave, you will be my servant. If you say
even one more word, I’ll help you to understand the meaning of the
expression ‘death is better than life!’” Glaring murderously, he
began walking toward Meng Hao.
His Cultivation base had already broken through to the third level, and
needed large amounts of spiritual energy. So of course he had taken a
fancy to Meng Hao’s Immortal’s Cave. However, he still feared Elder
Sister Xu, so he had come up with the idea to keep him as a servant.
After some time passed, Elder Sister Xu would surely forget the nobodies
beneath her, and he could just kill Meng Hao. Or if he didn’t kill him,
he could cripple him and force him to stick around reciting poetry to
show how elegant Zhao Wugang was.
“The Immortal’s Cave belongs to Elder Sister Xu. How could I act as
her agent? Elder Brother Zhao, please don’t make things so hard for
me.” Behind his back, strands of spiritual energy had collected in Meng
Hao’s right hand. He knew that he wasn’t a match for Zhao Wugang, but
the Immortal’s Cave was just too important, and the Spirit Stone even
more so. There was no way he would hand it over. Therefore, his heart
filled with uncertainty and anger, he used the name of Elder Sister Xu.
“I give you some face and you ignore it,” said Zhao Wugang with a
snort. “You’re just looking for trouble. I’ll definitely teach you
what it means to prefer death over life!” An impatient expression on
his face, he raced toward Meng Hao, his outstretched hands twisting like
claws. Meng Hao looked completely shocked and frightened, which Zhao
Wugang liked. He enjoyed seeing such looks on the face of people weaker
He could just imagine Meng Hao dropping to the ground in front of him,
trembling. Just when he was feeling most proud of himself, right before
he reached Meng Hao, Meng Hao’s horrified expression disappeared, to be
replaced with sternness. He flung his right hand out from behind his
back, and a burning, finger-long Flame Serpent shot toward Zhao Wugang.
Meng Hao’s heart thumped furiously. He knew that the Flame Serpent art
was not strong enough to kill his opponent, but he still hoped that it
would at least slow him down. He could not bear to be captured, much less
hand over all his possessions and become a servant. He would flee into
the mountains in an instant if he could.
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“Flame Serpent art!” Zhao Wugang’s expression changed, and he
retreated backwards. His hand slapped his bag of holding and produced a
small white sword, which he threw toward the Flame Serpent.
There was a bang, and the Flame Serpent disappeared. The white sword had
been twisted and bent, so he kicked it aside into the jungle. Looking
quite embarrassed, Zhao Wugang continued to move backwards, watching as
Meng Hao fled into the mountains. He was both furious and astonished.
“He reached the second level of Qi Condensation so quickly,” said
Zhao Wugang furiously. “Elder Sister Xu’s Immortal’s Cave really is
effective. It seems I must kill this guy.” He raced off in pursuit.
After pursuing him for a bit, he found that Meng Hao was much more
familiar with this part of the mountain than him. Furthermore, he ran
very quickly. Zhao Wugang was having trouble catching him.
“You little bastard,” called Zhao Wugang in a sinister voice.
“There’s no one out here in these mountains. Do you want to die?
I’m gonna finish you!” Considering how quickly Meng Hao was running,
he decided that it was time to use one of his more powerful techniques.
He roared, and his body expanded, the hair on his body growing thick and
golden-colored. Some of the hair even stuck out through his clothing. It
looked as if he had transformed into something like a demonic beast.
This was a technique he had picked up before joining the Sect: the
It was a skill which could be cultivated after reaching the second level
of Qi Condensation, but the demonic transformation was not very obvious.
The body grew bigger and stronger, and more frightening. Such a skill
would allow him to rampage among lower-level disciples. He could only use
this skill for a limited time, but it was quite effective. His killing
Now that his Cultivation base had reached the third level of Qi
Condensation, the skill was even more fully developed. Being able to grow
such thick, golden fur was a pleasant surprise. Being able to shapeshift
into a demonic form like this would enable him to easily shock his
opponents. He brimmed with confidence, his thick, golden fur shining
brightly, mighty and domineering. Fur even grew from his face. He looked
exactly like a human-shaped demonic beast.
“You will be the first person to die under my Were-demon skill! How
just and fair!”