Chapter 113: Life 63, Age 16, Martial Disciple 1
I woke up in my small shack in the Su Clan.
I took a deep breath and examined my soul.
It wasn’t completely healed from my past trauma, but it was on the mend. There were still frayed edges, but it no longer looked like the slightest breeze could tear it apart.
Sitting deep in the middle of my soul, a spatial spirit fire seed of the deep black waited for me.
I looked at the seed, and my mind drifted to everything I had been through to get it.
What had the System told me at the start of all of this? ‘If you are present in the capital of the Brilliant Sun Empire at the time of his death, and you have a connection with its ruling dynasty, it may be possible for you to claim this seed as your own upon his death.’
It didn’t say I needed to become a Pill King. It didn’t say I should master formations. All I was supposed to do was forge a connection. That was all I was supposed to do.
Instead, I had wanted it, needed it, so much that I put all my effort into obtaining it. I drove myself to madness and Mei to suicide. I couldn’t let that happen again. I had to find a way to be better.
It would have been easy to simply blame everything on my cultivation technique. Having a technique that dedicated me to a singular goal so much was far more dangerous than I had anticipated, and it was an easy scapegoat. However, I knew that wasn’t the whole story.