Fighting to be Kind in a Cultivation World

Chapter 160: A Bad Time

Chapter 160: A Bad Time

I could feel my mouth turn dry, as I try to figure out how I can deal with this situation.

Too bad for me, that true cultivators arent known for their patience. Before I can even think about it, I find myself flying across the void. No pain, just movement.

I can just barely hear him say something.

Hmm it has weakened me more than I thought. I should finish this quickly.

Like a DBZ character, I see him appear in front of me and pummeling my face with his fists. Instinctively, I feel my heal activate and start defending myself.

Thrown from place to place, I try to block his attacks and am being knocked around like a pinball in a machine.

This is truly like being slapped around.

However, I realize one important thing during all of this.

It doesnt hurt.

Its like the hands of a baby are trying to poke my cheek. Annoying, but not painful.

I focus in on the reason and find myself slowing down.

All the way down Until he seems to be unable to move me. No matter how hard he hits.

I then realize, that he was only originally throwing me about, because I wasnt resisting in a space-like void.

Hes clearly going all out, as well.

Since physical attacks aren't working, he switches to complex Qi attacks involving fire, lightning, and many other techniques. My body automatically reacts to his moves, countering them as information flows into my head from the scan based on his moves.

While he does that, I investigate, using my scan on why this is the case.

This is a combination of many factors coming together.

People have a soul. Not just their metaphysical one, which exists, but a cultivator one. The metaphysical one is mortal and can still die, but it's much more difficult to affect. It represents everything that makes a person; Their emotions, personality, and other such things are contained in it. Everything that makes you, you.

Then there is the cultivator soul, which is only a representation of it, is partially physicalized in a soul space. It has a form, but not really. If they damage the cultivator soul enough or destroyed, you could die and your metaphysical soul would die as well or could be damaged, leading to its death.

At the Nascent soul stage, you are able to survive without a physical body, as your core has been changed turned into a tiny person within both the soul space and partially in the real world. Becoming a physicalized form of your cultivator soul.

The best way to think of it is if your body is a vessel for your cultivator soul, you have created a second vessel for it to survive in, once youve reached the Nascent Soul stage. This technically means that if you have the right techniques, you could find another body as a Nascent soul and steal it. Alternatively, you could use alternate vessels like puppets or items to temporarily house your soul while you rebuild your body. Which is still no small effort, but better than no chance at all.

Since Im not even a cultivator, how Im floating right now in a void is simply a representation of my cultivator soul and soul space within my body. With that said, somehow I am still in a good position against this Nascent Soul cultivator who has clearly lost their body, but still has a damaged nascent soul.

This is because my abilities are an intrinsic part of my metaphysical soul, as they were added in the transference process.

My healing auras and Healing Constitution description are as such:

Healing Aura:

Healing Aura is an ability to heal all conditions, correct negative changes, and optimize/purify the target. Can be used externally, internally, or as an area of effect. More effective at close distances. Cost to use scales according to level and level of severity.

Healing Constitution:

Healing Constitution is a unique constitution that allows the user to heal from any negative conditions, while retaining positive conditions. When learning healing-based cultivation methods, cultivation is 100x quicker than normal. When using healing abilities, cultivation is 100x quicker. This effect is stackable.

The interesting part about this, is that even if my body and cultivator soul is captured, and my metaphysical soul disconnected from it, then the abilities cant be used by the body thief. They would have access to the body, memories, Qi cultivation and techniques, but not the special abilities.

However, that still wouldnt explain why my cultivator soul is so strong.

Since Ive been constantly using my healing aura and healing constitution on myself, my body and cultivator soul have been getting optimized to where its the same, if not better than body cultivation.

Are you trying to attack me, or is this some kind of weird massage?

Everything stops.

The fire that was erupting from his Fingers dies on his hand. His mouth gapes open like a fish, his face the picture of anger.

He licks his lips, as he attempts to sputter out rage filled words.

You D-

-Have you ever been mistaken for a small insect? I feel like thats an apt comparison.

I cut him off with another insult.

His body and face are red. Pulsing with a malevolent light.

Dont push a-

Are we actually in the soul space? Your breath is unbearable.

He goes silent, his body shaking and sputtering.

A non-cultivator is nonchalantly besting him in such a way, while insulting him, someone whos lived a thousand lifetimes and crushed millions like dust.

I wait for him to say something else, but he goes quiet, with the shivering stopping.

He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and begins meditating.

And he pops. Literally.

In a little red poof of blood-like mist.

And then all hell breaks loose.

Erupting from the mist, comes countless shadows and screaming entities. The ground turns into a bloody swamp, starting from the mist, from which tentacles reach up in a discordant song of pain and sorrow. Everythings changed.

Im not in control.

My soul feels mired and slow at every turn, as I desperately try to escape from its growing range. My arms flail toward the darkness, away from the RED in an attempt to get away.

Portals tear open my soul space in every direction, causing me immense pain with every opening, as malevolent demons reach through its gates laughing and ripping wayward souls apart as they spring from the mist. They approach and sing of secrets only I would know and how they will hunt down my family, to devour them all in different ways.

And leading the pack is the blackened void in the shape of the cultivator roaring in anger, clearly mindless, but several times more powerful. His power which was originally damaged to foundation establishment, has now risen to the peak of Core formation. Every yell and scream from him causes me to nearly faint from its power, the pressure of which causes my nonexistent bones to creak.

This is the sacrificial soul attack of what once was a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

Pro-tip.

Dont antagonize strong, evil cultivators.

Especially in your soul.

Its a really bad idea.