With A Crippled Spiritual Core, I Become The Boss Of The Cultivation World - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Xiao Feng, The Giant Wolf

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Since the corpse of the Waterwolf Beast was too big, the 37 Golden-Striped Prawns were unable to ingest too much of it in one sitting. Because of this, Wang Ping was carrying a large pot of demon beast meat and bones when he came out of the “Heaven and Earth’ Shell.”

“Eat, eat. These are all rewards for your hard work in the past few days. Eat as much as you want.”

In his room, Wang Ping placed the pot of meat on the ground and waved at the already-salivating Green-Black Giant Wolf. He smiled, signaling to it that it could begin eating.

Upon seeing this, the Giant Wolf Xiao Feng immediately pounced to the side of the wooden basin with a howl. Its two front claws dug around inside the wooden basin and sniffed every piece of meat, picking out what it believed to be the delicious parts and chewing on them.

When Wang Ping saw this, he could not help but shake his head. He had no words for the wolf’s ravenous eating style.

While he had tried to change it before, it ultimately ended in failure and he had no choice but to give up.

This was his nature, and he could do nothing to change it.

No longer paying attention to how Xiao Feng was dealing with that large pot of meat and bones, Wang Ping kept the “Heaven and Earth Shell” in his bosom and headed to the courtyard to tend to the vegetables and medicinal herbs he planted.

Cultivators in the Qi Refinement Stage were unable to abstain from eating. Their bodies, which had been tempered by magic power, were more resistant to hunger compared to ordinary people. But under normal circumstances, they still had to eat and drink every day.

Wang Ping had been away from home for nearly ten days. Although the vegetables in the courtyard were watered daily by Xiao Feng, it was obviously not very efficient to entrust these vegetables to a wolf.

After spending half an hour tidying up the vegetable field, Wang Ping returned to his room. Xiao Feng, who had already finished more than half of the meat, was lying fast asleep on the ground, all the while digesting the spiritual power from the meat.

Wang Ping could not be sure if Xiao Feng had demon beast blood.

Two years ago, he bought this wolf cub from a hunter. At that time, this wolf was still a little cub that had yet to wean. The she-wolf taking care of it was killed by the hunters’ arrows. Meanwhile, the cub was captured by the hunters to be sold in the city.

At that time, Wang Ping had just settled down in the White Gull Mountains and was already considering the idea of raising a dog for a guard.

Hence, he bought this wolf cub and raised it like a dog.

Later on, when he discovered that he could—with the “Heaven and Earth Shell”— secretly pick up the corpses of demon beasts that other cultivators couldn’t, Wang Ping would also share his meal of demon beast meat with Xiao Feng

To his surprise, after eating quite a bit of the meat, not only did Xiao Feng’s body grow larger and larger, completely surpassing the limits of a normal wild wolf’s growth, but traces of Spirit Qi also began to appear on its body. This was the “demonic Qi” that cultivators often spoke of.

However, because the Spirit Qi was so weak that it wasn’t enough to awaken Xiao Feng’s innate magic, Xiao Feng technically still couldn’t be considered a demon beast. It could only be said that he had the possibility of becoming a demon beast.

Even so, the discovery had greatly encouraged Wang Ping. Every once in a while, he would think of ways to join the hunting teams formed by wandering cultivators on the Golden Pearl Island, to obtain authentic demon beast meat as supplements for Xiao Feng, so that he could soon become a true demon beast.

That was because, apart from the “Heaven and Earth Shell,” Wang Ping was all alone with nothing in the world. He was also very “tactful,” choosing not to compete with others for the loot. As such, some of the wandering cultivators on Golden Pearl Island did not mind bringing him along on their hunts.

After all, even if Wang Ping could not contribute much to the hunting of the demon beasts, he could still make himself appear intimidating to help divert the attention and power of the demon beasts.

Moreover, all they needed after the hunt was some useless demon beast meat and worthless scraps to send Wang Ping away.

As such, Wang Ping gradually gained quite a reputation on Golden Pearl Island.

There were not many wandering cultivators on Golden Pearl Island, to begin with; there were less than a hundred of them altogether. As long as a cultivator went out to interact with other wandering cultivators, it would not be long before most of the cultivators on the island knew of their existence.

“The Spirit Qi in the flesh of the Waterwolf Beast will dissipate after about another two days. Hopefully, Xiao Feng will be able to use this opportunity to awaken his innate magic. Otherwise, I don’t know how long I’ll have to wait before my next time hunt!”

Wang Ping gazed at the wolf sleeping soundly on the floor and gave himself a silent encouragement. He then quietly left the room and went to the study room to read.

There were many books stored in Wang Ping’s study. Usually, when he wasn’t cultivating, he would spend most of his free time reading in his study room.

The books he collected were nothing like the historical books that normal scholars had in their collections. Instead, they were the kind of miscellaneous books that orthodox scholars would scoff at.

These miscellaneous books contained everything about the Three Religions and Nine Streams. While there were technical books that taught people how to set up organs and traps, there were also all kinds of strange novels and traveler tales that mortals had written out of respect and admiration for the immortals.

Wang Ping felt that compared to those useless historical books, these miscellaneous books were far more helpful in broadening his horizons and in teaching him how to survive in the Cultivation World. They depicted many instances of the viciousness of the human heart that raised his vigilance every time he read them and served as excellent warnings.

Today, he took out two books that he often read, which documented the experiences of two senior wandering cultivators on Golden Pearl Island. After reading them once, he took out a travel diary that he had personally written and began to record his experiences from the most recent hunt.

This could also be considered a habit of Wang Ping. Every time he went out to hunt for demon beasts or participated in something that he felt was necessary to record, he would write about it in his diary after he returned. When he was free, he would sometimes read through his own book to find some of its inadequacies.

“On the seventh day of the seventh month of the fifth year of the lunar calendar, under the leadership of Gu Feng, an itinerant cultivator at the sixth level of the Qi Refinement Stage, and He Meng, an itinerant cultivator at the fifth level of the Qi Refinement stage, we headed to a nameless island that was around 100 kilometers southwest of Golden Pearl Island to hunt.

“On the 14th of July, I hunted a middle-grade Tier 1 demon beast, Waterwolf Beast, and returned safely the next day.”

“The Waterwolf Beast is a middle-grade Tier 1 demonic beast. It has fin-like limbs and tail fins. Its four limbs have sharp claws, and its head is like that of a canine wolf. It has a fierce temperament and can cause physical damage ashore. It has two innate spells: the Water Arrow, which is equivalent in power to a middle-grade Tier 1 attack spell, and the Water Wave Armor, which can defend against a middle-grade Tier 1 attack spell.”

“On this trip to the valley, Gu and He have given me two beast teeth and a bottle of spirit blood on the grounds that I had contributed very little!”

In less than 200 words, Wang Ping finished writing his seafaring experience. He put down his brush and read through the travel notes he had written. After confirming that there were no mistakes, he prepared to close the travel notes and return them to their original positions.

However, at this moment, his eyes swept across the nine words “the seventh day of the seventh month of the fifth year” on the lunar calendar. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and his expression became conflicted.

The so-called ‘lunar calendar’ was a calendar that Wang Ping created for himself based on the calendar that mortals often used. He had used the day he became a true cultivator as the starting point.

This was not his invention. It was a timing method that many immortal cultivators would adopt when writing travel notes.

After all, the cultivation world did not have a standardized calendar.

Cultivation sects and cultivation clans were still able to manage without much trouble. Usually, they would use the time when sects and clans were established as the beginning of the calendars.

This way, as long as the sects and clans were not destroyed, the disciples there would be able to use this calendar technique to display and record their heritage and history.

On the other hand, if a vagrant cultivator like Wang Ping wanted to record the years of his cultivation, he would usually start from the day he became a cultivator or the year he became a cultivator and create a unique calendar technique for himself.

And according to Wang Ping’s “calendar,” his parents’ death anniversary was in twelve days.

Thinking about it, it had been almost five years since he went back to their cenotaphs to pay respect to the two elders!

“Then let’s go back. We can also move their cenotaphs into the “Heaven and Earth Shell.” This way, I’ll also be able to do the sacrificial sweeping on time every year!”

Wang Ping closed the book, his expression was undecided as he made a sudden decision.