No Way People Find Cultivation Difficult, Right?

Chapter 113: Ye Ping Comprehends The Dao, The Breeze Blows Over

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He wanted to truly condense the Golden Wheel of Expiation.

However, it was not as simple as injecting merit.

If it was that casual, the Daoist Masters would not have to do anything much at all. They could just expiate resentful spirits, and within decades, they would be able to condense the Golden Wheel of Expiation.

However, the Golden Wheel of Expiation was not simple. It required wisdom for comprehension.

One had to comprehend the Dao in order to condense it.

If one could not condense it, they would not be able to condense the Golden Wheel of Expiation even if more merit was added.

Sikong Jiantian did not expect Ye Ping to be able to condense the Golden Wheel of Expiation. He simply hoped that Ye Ping would be able to reach the ninth metamorphosis sooner and increase the power of the Golden Light of Expiation so that he could effectively suppress Wei Lin.

That would keep Wei Lin wary.

A huge amount of merit entered Ye Ping’s body.

Finally, two hours passed.

Ye Ping completed the ninth metamorphosis of the Golden Light of Expiation.

The Golden Light of Expiation was like a golden paint that no resentful spirits dared to defy.

Even Wei Lin found it extremely unbearable.

“Do you want to condense the Golden Wheel of Expiation? Sikong Jiantian, you’re really delusional. You want to condense the Golden Wheel of Expiation with him?”

“You probably don’t know what the Golden Wheel of Expiation represents, do you? Let me tell you, the Golden Wheel of Expiation can only be condensed after opening the wisdom aperture.”

“You haven’t cultivated for a thousand years, but you’re thinking of condensing the Golden Wheel of Expiation. You’re really ridiculous.”

“Hahahahaha, Sikong Jiantian, as soon as I gain full control of the Five-Grudge Ancient Emerald Gourd, I will make all of you die here.”

“I will turn all of you into resentful spirits and seal you in the emerald gourd so that you will suffer pain in every waking moment of your life, all day and night.”

“Hahahahahaha!”

Wei Lin laughed.

The faces of the tens of thousands of cultivators of Qingzhou turned extremely sullen.

Above the dome of the sky, Wei Lin’s body was getting bigger and bigger as he fused with the Five-Grudge Ancient Emerald Gourd. Once the fusion was completed successfully, Wei Lin would merge with the ancient gourd and never be reborn again.

However, he had great resentment as the gourd would suck everyone into it and make them sink into inner purgatory. By then, all lives within a radius of thousands of kilometers would cease. The second Linhe Ghost Grave might appear because of it.

“Ye Ping, try condensing the Golden Wheel of Expiation. It’d naturally be great if you can do it. I’ll make sure you survive no matter what.”

At this moment, Sikong Jiantian spoke up. His tone was calm, but he looked extremely confident.

He wanted Ye Ping to be calm and comprehend the Dao without getting affected. Hence, he gave Ye Ping that assurance.

“Thank you, Senior Sikong. But Senior Brother has taught me that Sword Dao cultivators should be brave and go forward. If I really encounter danger, I hope you will bring the others away, Senior Sikong. I’m fearless of death.”

Ye Ping’s voice sounded again.

His gaze was full of determination and perseverance. He was not pretending to be benevolent, but rather, he had a rare Dao Heart.

Sikong Jiantian was surprised.

He did not expect that Ye Ping would have such a resilient and firm Dao Heart at such a young age.

He thought that Ye Ping’s future achievements were unimaginable.

At this moment, that thought surfaced in Sikong Jiantian’s heart and he felt that Ye Ping would probably take away his position as the best in Qingzhou.

Despite being young, he had a high cultivation level, remarkable attainments in the Sword Dao, possessed the Golden Light of Expiation, and even had a resilient Dao Heart. His future achievements were simply unimaginable.

All of a sudden, Sikong Jiantian couldn’t help but be reminded of Su Changyu again.

“Senior Brother Ye, you have to believe in yourself.”

“Senior Brother Ye, you and I are on the same side. If you die, we won’t live well either.”

“Senior Brother Ye, there is not a coward in Qingzhou who is afraid of death. Don’t feel burdened. If you die, at least you’ll die in glory.”

“Senior Brother Ye is invincible.”

The tens of thousands of cultivators of Qingzhou behind them spoke up. They did not wish to become Ye Ping’s burden.

Hence, they spoke up and told Ye Ping to ignore them.

Hearing these words, Ye Ping smiled and sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed. He decided not to think much about it.

The Golden Light of Expiation was cast on the entire Sword Dao Meet venue.

Countless pairs of eyes were on Ye Ping.

The cultivators with lower realms believed that Ye Ping would condense the Golden Wheel of Expiation.

However, those with higher cultivation levels sighed helplessly.

They knew how difficult it was to condense the Golden Wheel of Expiation. Although there was a glimmer of hope, the chances were too slim.

“City Lord, can Senior Brother Ye condense the Golden Wheel of Expiation?”

Some cultivators couldn’t help but ask Chen Zheng as they weren’t confident about it.

“It’s a Herculean task.”

Chen Zheng shook his head and answered. In an instant, the hearts of tens of the thousands of cultivators sank. Although some of them had already guessed it, they couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with heartlessness after hearing the answer straight from Chen Zheng’s mouth.

“One will have to activate the wisdom aperture in order to condense the Golden Wheel of Expiation. Be it Buddhist monks or Daoist experts, one can only obtain the power of merit after doing justice and getting rid of demons.”

“After gathering a thousand power of merit, the Golden Light of Expiation can be condensed. And after nine revolutions, the Golden Light of Expiation can be condensed into the Golden Wheel of Expiation.”

“However, it will require the comprehension of wisdom. If he can’t comprehend wisdom, he can’t condense the Golden Wheel of Expiation.”

“The so-called Golden Wheel of Expiation is also a symbol of great wisdom. No one in the Jin Nation has condensed the Golden Wheel of Expiation and even in the Ten Nations, only one person can condense the Golden Wheel of Expiation. In order to do so, that person sealed his memory, transformed into a mortal, and cultivated. After going through 300 years of trials and tribulations, he finally comprehended wisdom.

“Although Ye Ping has extraordinary qualifications, it’s almost impossible for him to condense the Golden Wheel of Expiation within a short period of time.”

Chen Zheng told them about the difficulty of condensing the Golden Wheel of Expiation.

All of a sudden, their hearts got heavier.

“What should we do then!?!”

“It’s over, we’re really dead meat this time.”

“Ah, if I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have come to Qingzhou Ancient City.”

“What are you guys doing saying such things now? Everything is destined and decided by Heaven. This is a destined tribulation, there’s no escape.”

“Gentlemen, if Senior Brother Ye does not condense the Golden Wheel of Expiation, we will have to put up our last fight. It’s at least better than being absorbed into the ancient gourd and getting tortured.

The crowd of cultivators discussed. Although many of them spoke up and hoped that everyone would cheer up, only a few of them could come to terms with death.

At this moment, in the main ring of the Sword Dao Meet.

The expiation sutra that Su Changyu had taught him the other day appeared in Ye Ping’s mind.

The sutra flickered in his mind.

However, he kept feeling that there was something wrong with it. However, Ye Ping was unsure what was really wrong, nor did he understand it.

He was pondering.

If he comprehended it, everything would be on the right track. However, if he didn’t, he would be stuck in this realm.

Five minutes!

Two hours!

Four hours!

Six hours!

Wei Lin’s resentment was getting stronger and stronger, and his murderous intent became more intense.

He was almost going to fuse with the ancient gourd, but when he was one step away, Wei Lin stabilized himself. He didn’t plan to take action now either. He planned to kill everyone only after he had truly fused with it.

At this moment, the sky was as dark as ink.

It was nighttime.

Ye Ping was like an old monk in meditation as he stayed still.

Everyone was silent.

No one made a sound as they didn’t want to disturb Ye Ping.

It was as if the entire Qingzhou Ancient City had quietened down.

Phew!

The fallen leaves moved.

Clear breezes began blowing over slowly, gently making Ye Ping’s waterfall-like hair flutter.

Soon, a voice suddenly sounded.

“Ah, Eldest Senior Brother, I’m enlightened.”