My Portable Spirit Farm: Rise of the Humble Servant

Chapter 210: Soul Division

Han Feiyu did not dare to delay. He hurriedly began his explanation.

“Brother Chen, please understand. Three hundred years ago, my ancestor, Han Liren, was a renowned Violet Palace Alchemy Grandmaster in the northern border of the Anli Country. He single-handedly founded the Cloud Water Sect.”

“However, in his later years, seeking to break through to the Golden Core realm, the Ancestor attempted to refine a batch of heaven-defying Pills. The refinement failed, and he suffered a severe backlash, realizing his days were numbered.”

“At that time, the Cloud Water Sect was in a vulnerable state of transition. If the Ancestor had passed away within the Sect, his lifelong collection of treasures and alchemy inheritance would have inevitably attracted the covetous eyes of the Heavenly Spirit Sect. The Cloud Water Sect would have faced the danger of total annihilation!”

“To ensure the Sect’s legacy would not be severed, the Ancestor secretly sought out this hidden place for his final meditation. He set up layers of Restrictions to protect his bequest. This act was solely to leave a sliver of hope for the revival of the Han family and the Cloud Water Sect!”

Chen Ping nodded in agreement as he listened.

The world of Cultivation was cruel in that regard.

When one’s strength did not match one’s wealth, external forces would inevitably intervene to forcibly correct the imbalance.

If one stubbornly resisted, the final outcome was usually rapid extinction.

Han Feiyu caught his breath and continued.

“As for how I found this place… it was due to the Ancestor’s protection. Three years ago, on a night of thunderstorms, I saw the Ancestor’s remnant soul manifest in a dream. He informed me of this location and provided details about the outer perimeter, stating clearly that this was the Han family’s chance for revival…”

“After waking, I was half-skeptical. Yet, following the dream’s guidance, I actually discovered geographical features on the outskirts of this mountain range that matched the dream perfectly. I even found a fragment of a guiding jade slip left by the Ancestor in a hidden rock crevice… Only then was I able to locate this place.”

Chen Ping’s gaze was tangible, locking tightly onto Han Feiyu’s eyes. He scrutinized every minute change in the man’s facial muscles, observing the slight tremors of his fingers and the rhythm of his breathing as he spoke.

When narrating why the Ancestor had died in seclusion, Han Feiyu’s eyes were frank and his tone pained, carrying reverence for his forebear and a lament for the Sect’s fate. There was no anomaly there.

And when speaking of the “dream visitation,” complex emotions of awe, disbelief, and a sense of destiny flowed across his face.

His eyes did not dodge or deliberately emphasize anything, as if he were stating a bizarre yet indisputable fact.

All signs indicated that Han Feiyu was not lying; at the very least, he deeply believed it himself.

Chen Ping felt a slight tremor in his heart.

A prophetic dream to find treasure?

He had seen fragments regarding such mysterious and profound matters in ancient records of strange tales, but he had always scoffed at them, believing them to be fabrications by later generations or deliberate mystification by those who obtained treasures.

He never expected to encounter it in reality today!

This world of Cultivation was indeed filled with mysteries he had yet to comprehend.

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he stopped dwelling on it.

“Very good.”

Chen Ping nodded, acknowledging Han Feiyu’s explanation.

But he obviously would not trust the loyalty of the two based solely on words.

With a flip of his hand, two three-inch blocks of pitch-black wood appeared in his palm.

The wood blocks emitted a faint, warm aura—they were branches of the extremely precious Soul-Nourishing Tree.

These were items he had prepared in advance.

He had actually prepared five or six of them, intending to subdue the cannon fodder and then send them to their deaths.

However, since the cannon fodder had all been tricked to death by the Han siblings, the extras had lost their purpose.

Fortunately, the Han siblings were still alive.

So, they still had a use.

These Soul-Nourishing Tree branches were precisely harvested from the Soul-Nourishing Tree.

Like the bare branches below, they had no other use.

Chen Ping used them as special soul vessels.

To bind others…

“This is Soul-Nourishing Wood.”

Chen Ping’s tone brooked no argument.

“I will carve spirit-restricting runes on them to create two simple soul vessels. Each of you must sever a wisp of your vital soul and inject it into them.”

The faces of Han Feiyu and Han Jingying instantly drained of color, turning as pale as paper!

Severing the vital soul!

This was no different from handing their lives over to him completely!

Once that wisp of soul was destroyed, the best-case scenario was severe soul damage and total loss of cultivation, turning them into foolish cripples. It would take decades, perhaps a century, and vast amounts of soul-nourishing heavenly treasures to recover even slightly.

The worst-case scenario… was immediate soul dispersion, physical death, and the extinguishing of their Dao!

“Brother Chen! This…”

Han Feiyu’s voice trembled as he attempted to struggle.

If they really did this, even he would lose any method to help his sister escape.

Chen Ping’s eyes turned cold. The spiritual pressure of the Foundation Establishment Fourth Layer—colder and heavier than before—suddenly descended, pressing down on the Han siblings like an invisible mountain!

The air solidified. Breath became impossible.

“Either do as I say and live for now. Or, die right here.”

Chen Ping’s voice held not a trace of warmth, as if stating an insignificant triviality.

“You have no third choice.”

Under the overwhelming threat of death, the Han siblings exchanged a glance, seeing the mirrored fear and helplessness in each other’s eyes.

They had no doubt that if they dared to say a single word of refusal, Chen Ping would immediately strike them dead.

In the face of absolute strength, any scheme was futile.

“I… we’ll do it!”

Han Feiyu gritted his teeth, forcing the words out with difficulty.

Chen Ping said no more.

A wisp of pure cyan True Essence gathered at his fingertip like a sharp engraving knife, swiftly carving into the two pieces of Soul-Nourishing Wood.

Intricate and profound runes were precisely imprinted onto the surface of the wood, flickering with faint spiritual light.

Carving soul vessels was no more difficult for Chen Ping than refining Pills.

It was a basic application of puppetry techniques. Many complex puppets required soul infusion to function.

Soon, two simple yet fully functional soul vessels were complete.

Han Feiyu and Han Jingying looked ashen, their eyes filled with humiliation and despair.

But to survive, they had no choice.

The two sat cross-legged, enduring immense pain as they forcibly operated a secret technique. They gingerly peeled off a wisp of weak yet crucial soul origin from their own Sea of Consciousness.

The process of separation was excruciating; veins bulged on their foreheads, cold sweat poured down, and their bodies trembled incessantly.

Two wisps of faint white, smoke-like soul origin drifted slowly toward the Soul-Nourishing Wood containers in Chen Ping’s hand.

Upon contacting the runes on the surface, they were instantly absorbed like water droplets soaking into a sponge.

The surface of the Soul-Nourishing Wood flashed with light before returning to calm.

Chen Ping could clearly feel the two weak yet distinct soul connections within the containers.

With a single thought, he could easily annihilate them.

From this point on, the life and death of the Han siblings were completely under his control, subject to his slightest whim.

Chen Ping nodded in satisfaction, completely withdrawing the spiritual pressure pressing down on them.

Han Feiyu and Han Jingying collapsed to the ground as if their strings had been cut, gasping for breath. Their faces were gray and defeated, their eyes devoid of any sparkle.

This time, they had truly fallen. They had lost completely, with no possibility of turning the tables.