Rebirth As A Human Cauldron Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

At the initial return of consciousness, his world was engulfed in boundless black mist, unsure of who he was and where he was.

Floating like this for what seemed like a hundred years, Qin Duan finally recalled his own name. After another hundred years, he slowly began to recollect fragments of his past life.

The Nine Heavens Profound Thunder had scattered his primordial spirit, but a tiny fragment stubbornly remained within the heavens and earth, refusing to disperse.

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Finally, he plunged into a warm place, and his vision went black. He knew nothing.

When his consciousness returned, he didn’t know how much time had passed. Qin Duan slowly opened his eyes, and as his vision went from blurry to clear, his brain buzzed while his heartbeat pounded like a drum.

He opened his mouth, his chest rising and falling as he took in the first breath of air since possessing this body. The spiritual energy here was abundant, and after several repetitions, Qin Duan felt a cool stream of qi flowing into his body, spreading through his limbs and bones.

The fingers beside him bent and clenched, bit by bit, forming a fist.

After completely controlling the body, Qin Duan leaned against the wall and sat up slowly. His legs crossed, palms resting on his knees, and eyes closed, as if he were sleeping.

Qin Duan manipulated the spiritual energy to circulate throughout his body and found that this body was rare, possessing pure Yin constitution and the highest-grade Heavenly Water Spirit Root, no different from his previous life. However, the difference was that his cultivation that had reached the pinnacle with his primordial spirit was now shattered and gone, requiring a long period of time to recover.

Currently, this body had only cultivated to the late Foundation Establishment stage and had yet to form a Golden Core. But with his abilities, he was confident that he could break through the limit within a year and reach the Golden Core stage with ease.

It doesn’t seem too bad, after all.

After meditating for a few hours, Qin Duan stood up and walked outside once his primordial spirit had fully integrated into the physical body. He was currently in a simple cave abode, devoid of anything except basic furniture. As Qin Duan swept his spiritual awareness around, he noticed the walls inside the cave were covered with sword marks, densely crisscrossing and cutting through the hard rock layer.

Judging by the abundant spiritual energy in this place, there must be an intermediate spiritual vein buried beneath these mountains. The higher the grade of the spiritual vein, the harder the mountain’s terrain becomes. The owner of this cave was evidently a powerful sword cultivator who didn’t rely on true essence but could leave such marks merely through swordsmanship.

Among cultivators, the mainstream paths are Daoism, Artifact making, and Martial path, but there are also some non-mainstream paths, collectively known as wandering cultivators.

Wandering cultivators delve into a wide range of practices, including artifacts, pills, talismans, formations, beast taming, and creation, among others. Qin Duan, in his previous life, was primarily a wandering cultivator and had dabbled in various miscellaneous studies. He was most proficient in formations and talismans, having forged his life-bound artifact, the Asura Fan, using the blood of ten thousand demons.

As his primordial spirit hadn’t perished, the life-bound treasure would naturally not dissipate either. It should be slumbering at the place of his fall, awaiting his return.

Apart from that, all the spiritual treasures he had gathered over the millennia had abruptly dissipated with his death, leaving only a few cave abodes. When Qin Duan thought of this, he couldn’t help but smile bitterly. Those cave abodes were heavily protected, and with his current condition, attempting to go there would be a death sentence. It would take who knows how much time to restore his cultivation to its former glory.

Letting out a sigh, Qin Duan cleared his mind and no longer dwelled on these useless matters.

He had cultivated as a demon for over two thousand years, but this body was undoubtedly that of a pure Dao cultivator. If not for its pure Yin constitution, it would probably be unable to contain his mighty spirit.

For a Dao cultivator’s body to accommodate demonic cultivation, it required breaking through and rebuilding, a process so painful that it defied human understanding. Qin Duan hadn’t experienced such pain in many years but vaguely recalled the excruciating pain of heavenly thunder striking him during his fall. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he found himself hesitating for a moment.

It was quite ridiculous. He, the mighty Demon Sovereign, was actually afraid of a little pain. Blame it on him not yet being accustomed to this new body with all five senses intact. Qin Duan lowered his eyes, gazing at his slender and fair fingertips. Even amidst these desolate mountains, there wasn’t a single scar.

So delicate, he thought.

Yet, this hesitation didn’t quite match his character.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Duan crossed his legs and bit his fingertip, setting up a simple formation around him. With his insufficient cultivation, he compensated by using his essence and blood, but after just a short while, his face turned pale, and emptiness permeated his dantian — precisely what Qin Duan was aiming for. He looked up at the cave’s ceiling and swung his palm, pouring all the true essence he had into it. After a moment, he couldn’t sustain the effort anymore, his lips turned purple, and his eyes began to show traces of blood.

His dantian throbbed with pain, and blue veins popped on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and raised his hand for another palm strike.

After exhausting all the true essence of the Dao cultivator within the body, he finally stopped his actions. Between breaths, a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his lips.

Qin Duan held his breath and silently recited the incantation of the technique. In the span of burning three incense sticks, the edges of his clothes and hair began to flutter as a visible black aura coiled and circled around his body.

Inside Qin Duan’s body, the Dao and demonic energies clashed with each other, causing his meridians to tremble with pain in his dantian. He endured the agony, biting his lip, and controlling the hard-earned demonic energy to roam through his body, devouring the essence of the Dao cultivation.

The saying “not breaking, not establishing” meant that all the Dao cultivation within his body must be shattered completely. Afterward, his body would undergo a long period of weakness. Fortunately, the abundance of spiritual herbs in these mountains allowed Qin Duan to recuperate without difficulty.

However, the demonic energy entering his body felt like sharp blades scraping against his bones, causing Qin Duan to tremble in pain. Nevertheless, he remained steadfast in his posture, sitting upright until the last trace of true essence was consumed by the demonic energy. Only then did he suddenly relax, slumping weakly to the ground.

His dantian still throbbed with hidden pain. Through this process, his cultivation level had dropped from the late Foundation Establishment stage back to the early stage. However, as a cultivator who had cultivated as a demon and later switched to the Dao, his progress was remarkable, and he had no worries about catching up with his previous state.

As he was contemplating this, he suddenly sensed a spiritual pressure approaching. The force of it made Qin Duan’s face turn pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

…This spiritual pressure seems somewhat… familiar.

He thought hazily as he raised his head, only to see a figure in white clothes approaching from a distance. In the blink of an eye, a pair of immaculate boots stood before him.

Next thing he knew, everything spun around. The restrictions Qin Duan had set up were useless against the newcomer. He was turned around and laid flat on the ground, experiencing a darkness creeping into his vision. His body felt weak, unable to muster even a hint of strength.

The person casually restrained his limbs, lifting Qin Duan’s legs onto their shoulders. With a light wave of the person’s hand, it easily tore off his clothes.

Feeling a chilling sensation down there, Qin Duan’s heart skipped a beat, and his muscles tensed up. The other person, somewhat impatiently, patted his waist and said, “Relax.”

The voice was slightly hoarse, carrying a trace of sharpness that seemed to penetrate the bone marrow. Qin Duan trembled all over but instantly regained clarity.

He looked up at the person before him. Beneath the disheveled hair was an exquisitely carved face, as icy as the voice, with a calm expression that couldn’t be ignored.

This person was none other than his long-time mortal enemy, Feng Lie.

…But as the chief disciple of Xuanzong, how could Feng Lie be here?

Before Qin Duan could think further, Feng Lie effortlessly loosened his tightly held legs and his icy-cold fingers touched the sealed entrance behind him.

Without any hesitation, Feng Lie inserted a finger inside.

Qin Duan’s entire body shook violently, almost bouncing off the ground, but Feng Lie pressed him down heavily, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood.

Seeing Qin Duan injured, Feng Lie furrowed his eyebrows slightly and used his other hand to press on various acupuncture points all over Qin Duan’s body. He also held Qin Duan’s weakened thigh and pushed them apart.

Qin Duan’s newly acquired body was surprisingly resilient. Feng Lie placed a hand on his chest while the other fingers teased at the rear acupoint. Soon, there was a wet sound, and when he pulled his hand away, a silver thread followed, falling onto Qin Duan’s private area in a rather lascivious manner.

Qin Duan gritted his silver teeth inwardly, realizing that he had forgotten something important. This pure Yin constitution was naturally a rare cauldron-like body, and combined with the Heavenly Water Spirit Root, it was the most supreme vessel for cultivation.

Regrettably, after being a Demon Sovereign for so long and becoming powerful beyond imagination, he had forgotten this particular aspect. Now, as a mere early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, he had fallen into Feng Lie’s hands, left only to be played with as he pleased.

He had known Feng Lie for a thousand years, but he had never known that this person had such proclivities. Really…

The more Qin Duan thought about it, the angrier he became. A flush of embarrassment spread across his face, and Feng Lie’s eyes darkened when he saw this reaction. He then inserted the finger, which was tainted with the lewd liquid, into Qin Duan’s mouth, stirring it around a few times.

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