My Synthesizer Has Talent

Chapter 256: Chapter 254: Reshaping, Starting Over

’I can’t believe an Eighth Realm Cultivator actually showed up...’

He was so much stronger than that Nine-Turned Gourd Immortal at the Half-step Ascension Realm.

He was far stronger than even a genuinely reincarnated expert.

Su Qing hadn’t even made a move before he was forced to self-destruct.

"Heh~"

The Array Plate he had been wearing was instantly disabled.

He hadn’t stored the Array Plate in the Synthesizer at the time.

’Just great.’

’Thankfully, I put all the important things in the Synthesizer.’

His own Storage Ring was filled with Spirit Stones and Elixirs. The Eight-Turn Celestial Fragrance Horn had been placed in the Storage Ring back then, too.

And it was perfect timing, because he needed it now.

However, all his clothes were in his Great World. Due to his Spirit Stone transactions, Su Qing’s Storage Ring was seemingly filled with nothing but Spirit Stones, leaving only the Eight-Turn Celestial Fragrance Horn sitting there all alone.

...

"The Eight-Turn Celestial Fragrance Horn."

"Heh." Su Qing laughed at himself.

’To think, the Celestial Medicine I was saving for someone else is now being used on myself.’

’How ridiculous.’

Su Qing left the trunk of the Locust Tree.

Using his Soul Power, Su Qing guided the Medicinal Power of the Eight-Turn Celestial Fragrance Horn to envelop his body.

He was reforming his physical form.

Su Qing picked up a few large, fallen leaves and tied them together with nearby vines, fashioning them into a skirt.

It preserved his modesty.

...

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Realm: Middle Tier of Universal Thought [God Demon Devouring Universe Map: Mastery (501.35/1000)]

Besides his Soul Cultivation...

...everything else...

...was gone, turned to nothing.

Su Qing was heartbroken and filled with sorrow.

The Cultivation he had strived to build for so long was now gone, with only his Soul Cultivation remaining.

How could he not be devastated?

"The Spiritual Qi... it’s so dense!" Su Qing exclaimed.

After he self-destructed, the Great World inside his body had shattered.

’Should I go back?’ Su Qing asked himself, glancing at the nearby Locust Tree.

He offered a silent word of thanks in his heart. He had nothing to give it now.

’This progress on the God Demon Devouring Universe Map... it must have taken over a year.’

’At least I’m still alive.’

’It’s just that I can’t get my Great World out.’

His physique was gone.

The physique he had in his Synthesizer.

Gone.

He had nothing, save for a single Talent.

’The Cyan Celestial Net is in the Great World. With no Cultivation, how can I possibly take anything out?’

’I can’t go back. That guy didn’t get the Immortal Realm, so he definitely won’t give up. If I go back now, I’ll never be able to break through the Divinity Transformation Realm.’

Su Qing calculated silently.

All his resources were inside the Great World. If he released the Great World...

...with no Cultivation, how could Su Qing possibly take it with him?

He had nothing now.

He had to start all over again.

His Soul Cultivation alone couldn’t support the appearance of a Great World. This wasn’t some Great World synthesized from a Pocket World.

It was Su Qing’s own Great World; it didn’t have a Pocket World’s will.

’However, this time, the Synthesizer’s Level is over one thousand.’

’But... I can’t use the Synthesizer right now.’

Su Qing felt utterly helpless.

It was like a video game where you only have one life.

Fail once, and you have to start over.

But he was also thankful that he *could* start over.

’What’s next, the Five Qi God Demon Technique?’

’No, the Five Qi God Demon Technique isn’t great right now. I’d rather synthesize something better.’

"Sigh~"

Su Qing sighed.

He looked at the items inside his Synthesizer.

If he couldn’t take out the things inside, how was Su Qing supposed to synthesize anything?

He was too weak.

He no longer had the Acupoint World in his body.

The feeling Su Qing had now...

...was like reaching Level 999, only to be killed by a Level 9999 player and sent back to Level One.

If not for the fact that his Soul Cultivation still existed...

...he would truly be feeling the difference between heaven and earth.

Just as Su Qing was lost in thought...

...

"Eh? How is there another person here?"

Su Qing heard a robust voice.

He immediately turned to look.

He saw a weathered, tan-skinned old man with slightly graying hair. He wasn’t tall, only about 1.65 meters, and he carried a basket on his back and a wood-cutting knife in his hand.

"Er..." Su Qing was speechless. This was just a mortal, albeit a sturdy one.

"Those clothes of yours... why are you only wearing that? What happened to you?" the old man continued to ask.

Since it was noon, the old man didn’t suspect he was a Demon Fiend.

"I ran into some bandits on the road. They robbed me and left me here," Su Qing said, putting on a pained expression.

"Sir, where is this place?" Su Qing asked.

"The mountains, o’ course. Daqing Mountain. I dunno what you educated folk call it."

"Anyway, to me, this place is just Daqing Mountain."

The old man spoke, and seeing that Su Qing didn’t look like a bad person, he said, "Follow me. I’ll give you something to eat when we get out of the mountains."

"Are you hungry?"

Su Qing shook his head. How could his newly reformed body possibly be hungry?

"I’m not hungry, old sir," Su Qing said, shaking his head.

"Hmph!"

"Forget it. Come down the mountain with me. There’s a town at the foot of the mountain. You can stay at my place for a night," the old man said after a moment’s thought. His harvest for the day was more or less complete anyway.

It was still a long way down the mountain, and bringing someone along would slow him down even more.

He had originally planned to spend a little more time searching before heading down.

But now, he had to go down first.

"Lad, you’re pretty lucky. It’s autumn now, so there aren’t as many bugs."

"Not too many poisonous snakes, either. Stick with me. It’s still a long walk down the mountain."

Su Qing nodded. "Alright, old sir."

Su Qing followed the old man away from that spot.

However, the skirt made of leaves was not very comfortable.

The thick undergrowth also left bloody scratches all over Su Qing’s thighs and arms.

The descent from the mountain took a very long time, lasting several hours.

He followed the old man back to his home.

Only then did he discover that the man lived alone.

"Here, these are my son’s clothes. You’ll have to make do with them. Please don’t mind." The old man took out a piece of clothing with many patches sewn onto it, mostly in places prone to wear and tear.

It looked to be made of hemp cloth.

It was a dark, bluish-black. Su Qing didn’t overthink it and found a corner to change into it.

"Old sir, I thought you had family at home," Su Qing said.

"Hahaha~"

"My three sons all went to the county seat. Don’t know what got into them, but they all suddenly wanted to go."

"My two daughters-in-law went with them, too."

"My old wife passed away early, so I’ve been living by myself."

"My youngest son was also taken to the county seat. They even tried to drag me along." The old man smiled and shook his head. "I’m old. I don’t want to live in the county. Here, I still know the mountain paths and can support myself."

"Stay here for the night. It’s dangerous to wander around after dark," the old man said.

Then he walked towards the woodshed.

「That night.」

The old man specially cooked some meat for Su Qing.

"Old sir!"

’You don’t have to be so formal. This is too much.’ Su Qing sighed inwardly. ’Ordinary folk are just this hospitable.’

"I can eat anything."

The old man said, "How can that be the same? You’re a guest. I was worried you wouldn’t be used to the food!"

Su Qing couldn’t help but smile. "I’m just a traveling merchant who had the bad luck of being robbed."

"I plan to leave tomorrow and head to the county seat."

"Go on, then. The county seat is good. This old fellow doesn’t know how to write. I was hoping you could help me carry a letter, but... sigh~"

"But then I thought, you don’t know where my sons are, and neither do I, so I might as well not trouble you."

Su Qing smiled. "Finding people is simple enough. I also know how to write. Why don’t I write it for you?"

"Alright!" the old man agreed immediately.

However, the old man’s family was truly poor. Even though Su Qing could write...

...how was he supposed to write without a single brush?

There was no paper, either.

The next morning, the old man went out early and told Su Qing to wait for him to return.

He was back surprisingly quickly.

The old man returned with paper, a brush, and ink.

That whole set must have cost a small sum.

For the old man, it was likely a considerable expense.

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