Spirit Vessel Chapter 1088: Crumbled Middle Dantian

Chapter 1088: Crumbled Middle Dantian
The crowd wasn’t afraid of Feng Feiyun. After all, he was a half-demon, not a prince from an immemorial race.
“The crown prince of the golden crow will be arriving at the market, he can kill you from there without trying.”
“Never heard of this bird before.” Feiyun smiled.
“How dare you insult him?” Bright eagle princess had nothing but respect for this prince.
“So he’s not a bird?” Feiyun said.
The princess didn’t like this half-demon and found him as annoying as the human who plucked her feathers a few days ago.
“The crown prince only needed less than one thousand years to become famous, even the demon monarchs from the last generation respect him.” She elaborated.
Feiyun, on the other hand, didn’t like the golden crows at all - whether it be during his previous life or this one.
“Then go tell him that his brother is reflecting on his errors here, why still linger around? You want to join him too?” Feiyun glared at them.
The other geniuses trembled with rage, thinking that he was too arrogant. They wanted to teach him a lesson.
“Enough of you!” Three geniuses rushed forward, wielding their clan weapons.
Alas, he forced them down on their knees in front of the tablet and took their weapons.
The others were scared this time around and left their treasures behind then left in a hurry.
The turtle came back from the farm and saw the five demons: “I heard a bird scream earlier, this golden crow, right?”
“The fourth prince of the golden crow.” The blood dragon in the bamboo basket said.
The fourth prince turned red after being recognized by others. He gritted his teeth and shouted: “Damn you, it will be your last day when my older brother comes.”
“Cover his mouth.” Feiyun was still learning the dao from the tablet.
The turtle picked up a rock and forced it into the prince’s mouth, breaking his remaining teeth.
The blood dragon frowned and said: “His older brother was chosen as the successor at birth, a natural-born mythical genius. He killed paragons at the age of thirty, who knows how strong he is now.”
“Oh? Their race has someone this gifted?” Feiyun opened his eyes.
Golden crows and phoenixes were mortal enemies. The winner changed from one era to another. It wasn’t until the end of the immemorial era that the divine phoenix completely subdued the golden crows.
Nonetheless, they shouldn’t be underestimated in the present.
“He will come to kill you for this. Right now, just his dao avatar alone is enough. This is a future overlord but there is a method to deal with him.” The blood dragon said.
Feiyun continued to meditate as if he didn’t hear the dragon.
“Release the seal on this basket and I will help you stop him, Really, trust me, wait…”
“Boom!” The fruit flew back into the basket and knocked the dragon unconscious again.
After another two hours, Feiyun opened his eyes again and wondered why geniuses from different races were gathering at the market.
Something big must have happened.
After a little interrogation, one of the geniuses spilled the beans.
“The refined blood of a Grand Saint.” Feiyun took a deep breath after learning about this auction.
Everyone wanted this drop of blood since only three cultivators were known as Grand Saints in history. This was an ultimate treasure.
Geniuses coveted this item since it could boost their physical constitution and comprehension. In fact, the dao of the saint could be learned as well.
Feiyun wanted this since it was an essential ingredient in reviving Nangong Hongyan. He didn’t expect one drop to show up so early.
His eyes became determined as he clenched his fists, lamenting his weakness right now. He needed to become stronger in order to seize the blood.
He initially wanted to wait several more days before destroying the middle dantian. Alas, time didn’t wait for him.
The stronger he was, the higher the chance of him obtaining the blood. Though it was an auction, a fight was inevitable for something of this level.
Hell Yama and Qilin Monarch appeared again to protect Feiyun. After a whole day of resting, his body became stable enough to try breaking through a second time.
The upper dantian contained the spirits while the middle dantian contained energy. In other words, just one wrong move and he could lose all of his cultivation. Therefore, he needed to be more careful.
Since the vessel and Ascension Platform were in his dantian, he stored them in the Heavenly Kingdom instead.
He then channeled his breathing and blood flow to the perfect rhythm. The phoenix bones started burning and turned into eighty-one streams of flames.
After reaching the right intensity, they all shot at the middle dantian.
“Boom!” Feiyun trembled in pain, feeling his head being split open.
Alas, the middle dantian was tough and only had several cracks.
He clenched his teeth for a second barrage, shooting six times continuously. This caused him to vomit blood. His energy and lifespan dispersed at a rapid rate.
He looked like an old man now on the verge of death with wrinkles and white hair.
However, the dantian finally crumbled into pieces after the sixth shot. Blood spilled out of his pores and covered him from top to bottom.
“Condense!” He didn’t dare to stop.
The broken pieces began flowing toward his sacred inner core. This process was just as painful, akin to being smashed in the head with a hammer every second.
He tried his best to not faint because that would be the end of him.
The inner core continued to grow stronger. At first, it was the size of a grain. Now, it was as large an alchemy pill.
Eventually, he managed to absorb all the fragments, and stability was reached. He resembled a ninety-year-old mortal now and had a hunchback.
The turtle and the fruit didn’t recognize him anymore.
“Sigh, half-demons are cursed from birth and have no choice but to open a new route, one that is harder and more perilous than anything else. Perhaps he won’t last a couple more days and will be buried and forgotten.” The turtle sighed.
“Why does Uncle want to open a new route? Isn’t it fine the way it is right now?” The fruit asked.
“Some people will never give up on their dao path. He is a true cultivator.” The turtle said.
Feiyun resembled a withered wooden statue but eventually, a smirk could be seen on his face.
He realized that his path was correct. If he could break the dantian and replace it with a sacred inner core, he could eventually reach the tenth rebirth.
This was unprecedented and he was halfway there already. This was the only way to break the curse.