In the middle of the night with the noise of frogs outside, Lin Zizheng, who had been lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

Old Man Wen's house was not big. There were only two rooms that could be slept in. One of which was Old Man Wen's bedroom, while Lin Zizheng and Qin Mo used the other.

Qin Mo had been helpless, having no choice but to live in the same room and sleep in the same bed as Lin Zizheng.

The sound of breathing behind him was very shallow that he could hardly hear it. But Lin Zizheng knew that Da s.h.i.+xiong was laying behind him. He understood that any movement would surely wake him up immediately.

He kept his position unchanged but his fingers slowly drew a circle in the air. A strange black air that couldn't be seen by the naked eye suddenly enveloped Qin Mo. Qin Mo's whole body stiffened slightly but stopped moving after a moment.

When there was complete silence from the other side, Lin Zizheng turned around and Qin Mo was lying supine. Even when sleeping, Qin Mo's lips were tightly pursed, making him look cold under the moonlight.

Lin Zizheng moved forward. He covered Qin Mo's body with his own as he swept his gaze over the other's body. His right hand gently brushed his cheek and asked softly, "Da s.h.i.+xiong, how would you ever forgive me?"

Lin Zizheng's eyes slowly turned red, and he clenched his hands into fists. A strong gloom rose slowly around him and he whispered with a grim face, "Da s.h.i.+xiong, I want to lock you up in a place where only I can see." As he said this, a b.l.o.o.d.y chain loomed behind him and a strong roar emitted from it like he could tie Qin Mo up at his command.

As if feeling the dangerous situation, the unconscious Qin Mo furrowed his brows.

Noticing Qin Mo's reaction, Lin Zizheng's ferocious expression suddenly relaxed and he reached out to smooth his brows. He mumbled, "But I cannot bear it."

In the early morning, Qin Mo opened his eyes and looked at the empty spot beside him. A trace of doubt flashed through his mind. Why did he sleep so heavily yesterday?

With this in mind, he got up quickly, straightened out his messy robes, and slowly walked out of the room.

As he walked under the warm sunlight, his tight feeling gradually eased. He looked up and found Old Man Wen sorting out his precious herbs while Lin Zizheng was preparing the meals.

Seeing this harmonious scene, he narrowed his eyes slightly. A warm feeling of reality and stability raised strangely in his heart. But he inwardly sneered. How could it be?

He didn't know how soft his current expression was.

"You're awake." Old Man Wen spotted Qin Mo first. He smiled and waved at him while speaking with urgency, "Come here and try the nascent spirit awakening medicine that I prepared."

Qin Mo's expression brightened. In this place, his inner spiritual power couldn't circulate at all, just like any ordinary person. Now he had the chance to enhance his strength and he didn't want to miss it.

"Drink it." Old Man Wen handed a bottle of transparent liquid to Qin Mo. He saw that Qin Mo's gaze vaguely fell on Lin Zizheng, which touched his heart. He made a gesture to Lin Zizheng, "You should try it too."

Watching both of them drink the nascent spirit awakening medicine, his eyes showed the light of hope. But after waiting for a long time, no change occurred on their bodies. He sighed disappointedly, "Oh well, it's still impossible."

Qin Mo's eyes also show a trace of disappointment. Was it useless? Did that mean he didn't have the slightest capability to defend himself? He clenched his hands tightly when he thought of this.

On the side, Lin Zizheng's gaze darkened, and a trace of unwillingness flashed through his eyes. His thoughts were known to no one.

Suddenly, a faint and transparent band of light appeared beside the two. If Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng studied it carefully, they would find that the band was very similar to the transparent weapons they saw in the ice chamber.

"Oh? That's wrong." Feeling the slight fluctuation behind them, Old Man Wen immediately turned back. He glanced at them with joy and smiled, "Both of your bodies contain nascent spiritual power, but it's very weak."

Then Old Man Wen asked doubtfully, "The children of  aristocratic families always carry nascent stones with them when they're young. It's so that when they awaken, they can directly possess great nascent spiritual power. How can both of your nascent spiritual powers be so weak?"

Both of them didn't reply. These two days were enough for them to know that they had come to a very different place from the Cultivation World.

Old Man Wen saw that they wouldn't answer. He didn't take it seriously, influential family clans often quarreled internally.

He took two black stones out and handed them to them, feeling a heartful distress. He said with physical sorrow, "These are medium-grade nascent stones, both of you use them to cultivate."

After that, he turned around and picked up the meal Lin Zizheng cooked and ate it. His face showed a very painful expression. He waved Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng to leave, no longer paying attention to them.

Only Old Man Wen knew that his own hands were trembling with excitement. If both of them awakened their nascent spiritual power, then there was hope for that.

Qin Mo was staring blankly in the same place. Old Man Wen said a lot but he still didn't know what a nascent spirit power was. It seemed that in this world, nascent spiritual power was as common as spiritual power. If he asked now, he would surely raise doubts in Old Man Wen's head.

He held the nascent stone in his hand and went back into the house. He needed to explore the nascent spiritual power matter himself. Watching Qin Mo leave, Lin Zizheng immediately followed him into the house.

Qin Mo sat on the bed and observed the stone. The entire stone was black with a faint gray color flowing among it. Studying the irregular shape, Qin Mo felt it looked somewhat familiar. 

Even though Qin Mo's expression didn't change, Lin Zizheng still spotted his distress. Lin Zizheng played with the stone in his hand and explained his thoughts, "I heard from Qing Yunzi that after one's strength reaches Emerging Aperture, they will condense nascent spiri and the power used by the nascent spirit is nascent spiritual power. I wonder if what he said about nascent spirit power is related to the nascent spirit power here." 

There was a movement in Qin Mo's heart. He knew Qing Yunzi; it was he who helped Lin Zizheng frame him in Huangtian's secret territory. His tone hardened unconsciously, "Where is he?"

Seeing the unexpected expression on Qin Mo's face, Lin Zizheng had some regrets in his heart. He shouldn't have mentioned Qing Yunzi just now. Da s.h.i.+xiong must have remembered that event again, but the smile remained on his face. "Incidentally, I got a clay body pill a while back. Qing Yunzi went to condense a physical body so now he's no longer in me."

Lin Zizheng continued, "But I heard him say that a cultivator's nascent spirit power and divine sense relate to each other."

Qin Mo's heart pounded. He nodded to Lin Zizheng and stopped talking. He placed the stone in his palm, slowly drew out a wisp of divine sense and inserted it into the stone.

Unlike its appearance, the interior of the nascent stone was a pure white color. When Qin Mo's divine sense entered it, a sense of comfort spread out from within. His divine sense revolved inside the stone twice. When it returned to his body, he felt that his divine sense increased by a little. Joy filled his heart and he placed his divine sense into the stone once more.

Lin Zizheng smiled and sat beside Qin Mo. He also devoted himself to this novel cultivation.

Their cultivation lasted for a long time. When Qin Mo opened his eyes again, the sky was slightly dark. Old Man Wen was leaning on the front door and his expression wasn't visible.

"Are both of you looking to die? You dare to cultivate for such a long time for the first time!" Old Man Wen's gaze was heavy and contained extreme fury.

This distracted Qin Mo for a moment, and before he could speak, he saw Old Man Wen's sight turned to Lin Zizheng, who was beside him. He said in a gritty tone, "When the boy wakes up, tell him if he wants to become an idiot, then continue to cultivate."

After roaring this, Old Man Wen left with a cold snort.

Being lectured by him, Qin Mo's expression gradually softened. The old man cared about them. While his tone was so nasty, this was still… kinda cute.

Putting away the already darkened nascent stone in his hand, Qin Mo glanced at Lin Zizheng who was still cultivating. He hesitated for a moment but stayed in the house.

Neither Qin Mo nor Old Man Wen noticed a smear of golden light over the sky above their heads that slowly fell right at the cultivating Lin Zizheng.

On some mountain hill outside of the Dark Tomb, two people playing chess suddenly jumped up from their spots. They looked at the faint golden light in the distant sky and back at each other. With surprise in their gazes, one of them murmured, "It's the golden light. He has returned."

The excitement on the other's face could not be contained.

After self-cultivating, Lin Zizheng never regained consciousness. Although Qin Mo kept telling himself that Lin Zizheng had nothing to do with him, he couldn't stop worrying. In the next few days, besides cultivating, he always kept a close watch on Lin Zizheng's situation. 

Old Man Wen sighed. He didn't know why Lin Zizheng hadn't awakened. He regretted being so impatient and let them practice nascent spirit power. Only by feeling Lin Zizheng's breathing was still like that of a living being could his worries be relieved somewhat.

Translator(s): Teo

Editor(s): Dark

Proofer(s): Sarah