"I also thought about this question and eventually came to a solution… though there is no guarantee that I will succeed."
"You don't have any spiritual energy of your own, that is true… and your body doesn't have any spiritual energy either. I was quite shocked at first—how can the heir of such a strong family not have even a little bit of energy?"
"But you may not know that my soul has spiritual energy, which helps me maintain my soul form even without a body. And since I am inside your body, I can lend you my energy and teach you how to use it… but it also has its own risks. There is a high possibility that if I lend you my energy, I may disappear from this world. Still, we have to take the risk, as there
While George and Bao were thinking of a solution to heal George's spirit…
Someone else was also thinking of a solution to help George, but not to heal his spirit—rather, to help him regain his memory
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It was George's mother who was still talking with the physician. The physician said, "I think we should leave him alone, or perhaps you may send him on an adventure where he may regain his memory through some fortuitous encounter. Or you may leave him like this… it is not so bad to let him make new memories. After 'that' incident, he had lost all the meaning of his life… but now he has regained the brightness and fire in his eyes that he had long lost."
"You have a point… we should send him on an adventure…which may help him regain his memory or if not regain memory it will at least help him to create some new and exciting memories, but he doesn't have any cultivation, and he may not survive even an hour outside alone…"
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In George's room…
While George was pondering what to do, he heard some talking outside.
"Why do we have to serve this trash and listen to all of his orders? We are dignified cultivators of the Van der Meer family… we have our own pride. He may be the heir of this family, but he is utter trash who may not live tomorrow, while we have a bright future ahead of us."
"Shhh… don't say these things. You were recently transferred here from the capital city, so you may not know what recently happened… yesterday someone bullied Young Master, and when he returned, his situation was so pitiful. There are also some rumors that he has lost his memory… but you would be shocked at the chaos this matter brought to the city."
"What chaos?"
"After Madam found out about Young Master's situation… she turned the whole city upside down to find the culprit. And she eventually found him… the culprit was actually the heir of a first-class family from this city, which had a decent amount of power… but Madam was so furious that she killed all the members of that family."
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"Without even sparing any kid or elderly… the leader of the family was a Golden Pearl Realm cultivator, and they also had other Golden Pearl level cultivators. Their old ancestor was even a Soul Primordial level cultivator… so think what would happen if anyone heard you, when you are just a mere Origin Spirit Realm cultivator."
After saying this, the guard looked at the other guard—the one who had been claiming to be a dignified cultivator of the Van der Meer family. That man was now frozen like a statue, his face pale, his body trembling. Sweat poured from him endlessly; the floor beneath his feet was already soaked.
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Inside George's room…
George didn't know why his listening ability had become so sharp, but he wasn't shocked by it. This was a new world—anything was possible here.
What truly shocked him was what he had just heard.
His mother destroyed an entire family overnight…
As that thought lingered in his mind, the door to his room suddenly opened.
His mother entered and said, "My son, are you feeling well?"
George replied calmly, "Yes."
She nodded and continued, "I came again to tell you something. I don't know whether you'll agree or not—it's entirely up to you—but I want you to go on an adventure.As It may help you broaden your horizons."
George was a little shocked by this sudden proposal and couldn't think of what to say. When he was confused, a voice came to his mind.
"Accept her proposal," it said.
"George immediately replied, "I was also thinking of going on an adventure…"
What he was also thinking? I was concerned he might reject the offer, as he doesn't like venturing outside… but it was easier than I thought"George's mother mused.
"It is nice that you also thought of going out. Let me know whatever you need, and I will arrange it for you. Also, whenever you are ready, just call me," she said.
"Ok, mom," George replied.
After that, George's mother left.
Then he asked Bao, "Why should I go outside while I could just sit idly here and wait for the resurrection lily to grow?"
Bao said, "You already forgot… I think your spirit damage is even more severe than I thought. Don't you remember that I said we need to go outside to find certain things so that the resurrection lily can grow faster? Also, you can't become strong if you don't face situations where your life is on the line. A cultivator can truly grow only through life-and-death situations."
After that Bao again spoke slowly, his voice deep and solemn.
"A true cultivator seeks not the way out. Jade does not get polished unless it meets the blade, and humans are not honed without being broken. He makes the heavens his furnace, though the charcoal is his own afflictions. Every desperate fight is not a challenge, but a hammer blow that smashes away the slag of his mortal ego, leaving only the divine spark behind. To rise is to shatter; to climb is to endure the breaking of oneself."
George blinked. His expression turned strange.
"What are you even blabbering about? Are you some kind of poet?"
The room fell into deathly silence after George's remark.
Bao didn't reply.
The atmosphere instantly became awkward—so quiet that even George could hear his own breathing. It felt as if time itself had paused, embarrassed on Bao's behalf.
George scratched his head
"…Did I say something wrong?"
Then George said, "Since we're already going on an adventure, we should first try to grow this infant Resurrection Lily from the mystic seed pod."
Bao replied calmly, "Alright. Now listen carefully. I will teach you."
"First, sit in a lotus position."
George sat down.
"Done."
Bao immediately corrected him.
"Your posture is not perfect."
After several attempts and a few uncomfortable adjustments, George finally managed to perfect his posture.
Bao continued, "Now take the mystic seed pod and place it on the bed."
George did as instructed.
Bao's tone suddenly grew serious.
"Be ready. It's about to start."
"Try your best not to lose consciousness."
"It will be extremely painful."
George swallowed hard and closed his eyes.
Suddenly, he felt something cold—like ice—press against his back, as if invisible hands had settled there.
Then a voice echoed in his mind.
"Let's begin."
At first, George felt warm… incredibly warm.
It was comforting. Pleasant.
He felt as if he had returned to being a ten-year-old child—overflowing with energy, innocence, and happiness. Every worry faded away, and his body felt light, almost weightless.
He was really enjoying it.
But little did he expect that after experiencing heaven, a living hell awaited him.
While he was lost in pleasure—
Suddenly, his spine snapped straight.
A surge of violet, necrotic energy erupted from the center of his chest, flooding his veins like liquid fire. The pain was instant and overwhelming.
George felt as if his veins were about to burst apart.
It was unbearable.
He felt like he is hoing to die.
Just as his consciousness began to fade, a sharp voice rang out, cutting through the agony.
"Hold on a little longer."
"Do not lose it."
George snapped back to reality.
Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to stay conscious.
At that moment, George's eyes flared open, glowing with an unnatural, sickly hue. Bao's energy surged violently through his body, forcing its way down his arms and into his fingertips.
And at that exact moment—
The Mystic seed pod began to hum And with a noise like shattered glass the pod split and a silver shaft shot up. It was the Resurrection Lily. The petals were sheer and they spiralled back in long, supple ropes that glowed with an iris-hued iridescence, dim silver to dusky purple at turns.
It was unbelievably beautiful, radiating a majestic glow of its own.
Then George spoke softly,
"Bao… is this the Resurrection Lily?"
There was no reply.
It was as if Bao had disappeared.
"Bao? Bao?" George called again, but still there was no response.
George grew tense. A frightening thought crossed his mind—had Bao disappeared after exhausting his energy? That was exactly what they had feared.
Just as panic began to take hold, a weak, stuttering voice echoed in his mind.
"How… how is this possible…"
"It's not the Resurrection Lily."