Chapter 4 Soul-Splitting Stone Drum

If an outsider were to come in at this moment, they would know that Fang Nian entered the room alone.

From Fang Nian's perspective, he was pulled in by Qingqing.

Qingqing was dressed in a black dress, which gave her a demonic cultivator vibe, but the face from her memories had an even more noble and elegant feel.

However, the blood on his hands added a touch of evil.

Both the wicked and the elegant are indiscriminately alluring.

Before she knew it, Fang Nian had become completely engrossed in it.

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"I'm not going inside!" Fang Nian, regaining her senses, was about to argue with Qingqing.

Before me stood a man wearing a black and white Taoist robe with a yin-yang symbol printed on the chest.

He looked at Fang Nian in surprise.

Fang Nian was stunned when she saw his slender face and the strand of white hair at his temples.

Senior Brother Qi Fang?

Qi Fang looked at Fang Nian, frowning: "How can we get 'Soul Split' without going inside?"

"You're not going to back out, are you?"

Fang Nian was stunned for a moment: "How did I get here!?"

Turning around, I realized this wasn't my residence.

The place where I live is one of the most ordinary-looking places in these demonic mountains, but in fact, it is the most conducive to cultivating one's character.

It's called White Waterfall Gorge.

On the mountainside shrouded in thick fog, a passable area has been carved out, and many houses have been built on this man-made belt of the mountainside.

Here before us is a valley, a secluded valley at the foot of Baipujian Mountain.

Wasn't I in my room? How did I suddenly end up here?

In the past seven years, Fang Nian had never thought this clearly before.

Fang Nian was more lucid at this moment than she had been every day for the previous seven years.

The separation of Qingqing's personality did indeed remove many chaotic things from Fang Nian's mind.

Fang Nian, who was in a clear mind, immediately realized that she had a split personality.

Just now, it must have been Qingqing taking control of the body to negotiate a deal with Qi Fang.

Thinking of this, Fang Nian did not rush into the transaction, but instead recalled another question.

If I am Fang Nian, then Qingqing is not the wife I remember, but my alternate personality, which is actually myself.

That hazy, ambiguous memory from just now?

Having thought of this, Fang Nian stopped thinking about it.

Looking at Qi Fang, Fang Nian said, "Senior Brother Qi, what I mean is, you can just take the things out; I won't go in with you."

"Otherwise, it wouldn't be good to see some of your secrets."

Qi Fang thought Fang Nian had made a mistake again and asked, "Fang Nian, you've forgotten so quickly?"

"I've said it once before, 'Soul Split' is not a book, it's a stone drum."

"Are you planning to make me carry it out for you to see, and then carry it back?"

Fang Nian suddenly realized, and immediately stepped forward: "Then the agreed conditions..."

After saying that, Fang Nian shut up and waited for Qi Fang to speak, to see if he would let something slip.

The conditions that Qingqing can agree to, Fang Nianzhen may not be able to accept.

Qi Fang raised his hand: "Don't worry, I said I wouldn't ask for more as long as you have one heart."

Huh? You really only gave up one heart to get the Soul Rift?

Is Qingqing good at negotiating?

Or is it that Soul Split is actually worthless?

Fang Nian was filled with doubt.

Thinking of this, a thought popped into Fang Nian's mind: We should talk about science. All cultivation methods are fake, so of course they are worthless.

This idea quickly convinced Fang Nian.

He walked into the house.

Qi Fang: "You're going to split your soul, what are you planning to do?"

"Before you begin your cultivation, I must solemnly tell you what the Soul Split is for, lest you go astray, or Elder Hei will refine me into a monster."

Fang Nian turned around: "I will use the Soul Splitter to separate my daughter... my inner demon, to cut her out of my soul, so that she can become an independent and real individual."

"Only in this way can she grow up... well, only then can I nurture her."

Fang Nian has been taking care of the child for seven years. If she went directly to work at a postpartum care center, she would at least be a top-tier postpartum nanny earning 20,000 yuan a month.

But the daughter in his arms hadn't grown up at all.

At that time, Fang Nian's consciousness was already blurred, and it took him a long time to figure out the principle.

According to the theories of the Demonic Sect, inner demons are nothingness, but are born from the human heart.

It is precisely because inner demons are illusory that when inner demons transform into demonic mediums and become the medium between the mind and the person, they become demonic mediums.

Only demonic cultivators can use demonic mediums to control others.

It can also use magic as a medium to control soulless magical artifacts, allowing them to exert magical abilities.

Based on this theory, Fang Nian figured out why her daughter wasn't growing up.

Because she is now relying on herself, she was never actually born.

Therefore, she doesn't grow up.

"My daughter is such a little genius. Nezha was only pregnant for three years and six months, while you were pregnant for seven years. She'll definitely be born with twice the number of... Demon Orbs."

Fang Nian, whose consciousness was not clear, switched between being her daughter's inner demon, her daughter, and her alternate personality.

Whichever is more advantageous, we'll choose.

Fang Nian's logic was also very simple: in the Demonic Sect, it's called a Heart Demon? But Heart Demons are created by demonic cultivators, and my daughter is exactly the same as the person I remember from my past life.

So she is not a demon in her heart, or at least not simply a demon in her heart.

A split personality? It is indeed another version of myself that split off, but this is the cultivation world. Once she is refined to the point that she can exist independently, she will no longer be myself.

If I'm not myself, then what am I?

It's a daughter.

The daughter was then brought back to life.

This logical chain isn't without flaws, but it's logically consistent.

Fang Nian's seven years of reflection solidified these ideas.

Qi Fang didn't understand Fang Nian's words, but he respected them. He leaned against the doorframe and asked, "So, once your daughter is separated, what do you plan to feed her? Blood food? Demonic energy?"

Fang Nian rolled her eyes at her: "What do you know about childcare? At her age, she should be eating formula and rice cereal!"

Upon hearing the answer, Qi Fang didn't press the matter further and turned to go inside.

In Qi Fang's room, there were some items used for cultivation.

Human skin drum, forehead bone mirror, squirrel mound...

Among these things, there is a huge stone drum that is very conspicuous.

Fang Nian walked up to the stone drum and began to look at it.

Behind him, Qi Fang stared at Fang Nian, thinking to himself: It's unimaginable that he could cultivate a second inner demon in such a crazy state.

Maybe he really can learn Soul Split?

Soul Splitting is a technique that splits a person's soul in two; the pain is exactly like being torn in two alive.

Is this something a person can endure?

Who can endure such pain to successfully cultivate it?

The person who created this technique must have been a madman.

Thinking of this, Qi Fang said, "Everyone says I'm crazy, Fang Nian, but I think you're much crazier than me."

Fang Nian, while reading "Soul Split," responded, "Really?"

"I smelled the scent of photinia and chestnut blossoms on the heart you sent me..." Qi Fang laughed, "Aren't you being a bit too perverted? What did you do to the corpse?"

Fang Nian turned around: "Senior Brother Qi, please don't spread rumors and slander me."

"I didn't do anything to the corpse. As for the smell... after relaxing, I rushed over here without washing my hands in order to get the Soul Split."

Looking Fang Nian up and down, Qi Fang smiled: "You mean, after you killed someone, you went to relax for a bit, and then 'rushed' over to make the deal?"

"That's even more perverted."

Fang Nian ignored him and continued reading "Soul Split".

The technique recorded on the Soul Rift is very simple, with simple effects and a simple method of cultivation.

Its function is to split one's own soul in two, to split it alive.

The cultivation method involves making sticks from several types of trees that have the effect of diverting the mind and transforming thoughts, and then tapping one's forehead with them.

Knock it every year, every month, every day, every moment.

Trees with the ability to divide the mind and transform thoughts were originally used to nourish the soul. When cultivated to an extremely high level, they can split into individual thoughts, each of which can possess powerful abilities.

This is divine consciousness.

However, the creators of "Soul Splitter" believed that this method was too mild and could not truly separate the mind from the body.

The goal is to separate the soul before the spirit becomes so powerful that it can be divided into separate thoughts without damage or pain.

When one's cultivation reaches an extremely high level, each of the souls one separates will be comparable to an ordinary cultivator of the same realm.

When combined, they are invincible.

In the early stages, each of the split souls was no different from the inner demon.

Even if inner demons are born from nothingness, the soul is inherently real and far more powerful.

Moreover, one's own soul is easier to control than inner demons, which means that this medium is theoretically stronger!

Therefore, in the early stages of "Soul Rift", players can make their inner demons superior in quality compared to others, and in the later stages, they can directly crush their opponents in terms of quantity.

It is an extremely powerful technique.

Theoretically, it seems to make sense.

That's true.

I wonder who will succeed in refining it.

After looking around the room, Fang Nian pointed to a wooden stick about the thickness of a wrist and the length of an arm: "Is that the wooden stick?"

Qi Fang exclaimed in horror, "You really dare to think that way! Such a huge Divine Tree? You want to smash your own soul to pieces with one blow, don't you?"

"That's just a regular pestle I use for grinding medicine."

As he spoke, Qi Fang picked up a toothpick: "This is the Divine Tree."

Taking the toothpick, Fang Nian asked, "Senior Brother Qi, you've practiced?"

Qi Fang: "Do you know why everyone says I'm crazy? It's probably because of practicing this. Be careful."

Seeing Fang Nian looking for this thing, Qi Fang knew he was overthinking things.

I originally thought that the Stone Drum had some hidden secrets that Fang Nian, a natural genius, might be able to see through.

If what he saw was the same as what I saw, then there's no point in talking about it.

"Qi Fang! You dare to hide a woman in your house!"

A terrifying, shrill female voice, like a ghostly wail, came from outside the door.