Chapter 106 Mojiang Jiangshen
In the early morning, clouds lingered around Qibi Peak.
In the foggy spiritual field, the purple jade spiritual rice plants are extremely shiny and exuding vitality.
In the fish pond, the big black fish twirled its tail and led a group of spiritual fish to patrol its territory, so that the fish pond kept spitting "bop, bam, bam".
In the circle of spirit beasts.
More than a dozen spiritual sheep had no idea when their bad luck would come. They bleated while eating the straw of the purple jade spiritual rice.
A group of spiritual ducks quacked loudly, and even the frogs by the pond who had eaten too much purple jade spiritual rice and rotten fallen leaves became spiritual and kept croaking early in the morning.
In the secret room.
Ning Daoran slowly opened his eyes. The cultivation of the Return to Nature level True Yang Furnace Technique has been consolidated. At this time, the amount of condensation in his body has exceeded 2,500 drops.
Unfortunately, the improvement of the True Yang Furnace Technique did increase the mana condensate, but it was not enough to push Ning Daoran's cultivation to the middle stage of foundation building.
It’s still a little bit off, and needs to be worked through slowly.
The talent of this ninth-grade miscellaneous spirit root is really incredible!
An ordinary person would probably not even be able to see his back in the middle stage of Qi Refining in this life, and promotion to the Foundation Establishment stage like Ning Daoran is simply a fantasy.
The ultimate achievements of those who cultivate immortality in the world are closely related to the quality of their spiritual roots.
For example, in the Chaos Sect, the spiritual roots of the sect leader Jiang Yu are second-grade mutated thunder spiritual roots, and the spiritual roots of Gong Yangyan, Lin Xingyuan, and Ning Qing are all third-grade spiritual roots.
In fact, the level that many cultivators can reach on the path to immortality is already determined from the beginning.
"Huh..."
Ning Daoran took a deep breath. Fortunately, he had the Grass and Tree Holy Spirit System.
There will be no obstacles in the practice of the skills. Through intensive practice, the level of the skills can be improved, and then the level of the skills can be used to feed back one's own cultivation.
In addition, Ning Daoran's lifespan is extremely long, and his lifespan in this foundation-building period is as high as 440 years.
There are still close to four hundred years left. I believe that it will not be a big problem if it takes four hundred years to form the elixir.
"Work!"
Ning Daoran raised his arms, left the hut in Lingpu Cave, and walked towards a small cluster of silver bamboo forest not far away.
Silver Moon Bamboo has grown for thousands of years.
At first, the Silver Moon Bamboo root had a total of six buds. Now it has spread and grown more buds. There are dozens of bamboos growing vigorously on the ground.
On the bamboo joints, wisps of silver texture emerge, which is a sign that Silver Moon Bamboo has been around for thousands of years.
‘It’s time…’
Ning Daoran was so confident that he immediately pulled out his Qiushui Sword, chopped off more than a dozen bamboos, and then dragged the bamboos back to the hut.
He plans to refine twelve Silver Moon Flying Swords and use the Jianjia Sword Technique to control these Silver Moon Flying Swords. Coupled with the assistance of the Shuiyun Golden Bamboo Sword Formation, the killing power must be considerable!
In the refining room.
Ning Daoran took out the Chilong Cauldron and refined his own treasure for the first time, feeling a little excited.
He took out a small notebook, in which he recorded a lot of his experience in refining weapons, as well as some things he stole from Wen Ru.
When it comes to weapon refining, Ning Daoran's talent is quite average.
But with the help of Samadhi True Fire, and the assistance of weapon refining magic weapons such as Chilong Cauldron, it is naturally completely different.
"Get up!"
Hanging all the dozen or so silver-moon bamboos full of silver texture in the air, Ning Daoran officially began to perform the ritual.
Slowly spit out a mouthful of Samadhi True Fire, wrap all the bamboos in it, continue to heat and refine, and maintain a gradual heating and step-by-step problem.
Refining is a skillful job, and the refining problem should not be too high or too low, as long as it reaches a suitable temperature range.
At the same time, the indoor humidity balance must be maintained.
This is no problem. When Ning Daoran feels that the humidity is too low, he can easily solve the problem by raising his hand and performing the Rain Transformation Jue.
Five hours passed in the blink of an eye.
“Zizi~~~”
After being burned by the Samadhi True Fire for a long time, the sections of Silver Moon Bamboo finally began to soften.
Ning Daoran slowly increased the intensity of the Samadhi True Fire.
After a cup of tea, the silver texture lingering on the bamboo knots began to twist and melt.
Ning Daoran immediately stabilized the flame and kept the Samadhi True Fire burning at this intensity.
After the silver texture melted, strands of silver spiritual fluid were formed, slowly dripping along the bamboo joints and splashing into the Chilong Cauldron.
Soon after, the bottom of the Chilong Cauldron was covered with a layer of silver spiritual fluid, which was the essence of Silver Moon Bamboo.
The Silver Moon Bamboo itself is a spiritual bamboo with both wood and metal properties. It is born with metallic silver spirit fluid, and these silver spirit fluids are the precious materials for refining flying swords.
These thousand-year-old Silver Moon Bamboo Spiritual Liquid is the treasure that thousands of sword cultivators in the world dream of.
Ning Daoran was not impatient and breathed out a mouthful of Samadhi True Fire, and began to burn the Chilong Cauldron, continuing to refine the impurities in the silver spiritual fluid.
The remaining green bamboo knots were burned with stronger flames to extract the essence of wood.
A few hours later, all the bamboo joints of more than a dozen bamboos turned into fly ash, leaving only wisps of green mist that were collected in the air by Ning Daoran's magic power.
After that, these turquoise mist continued to condense and turned into emerald green particles.
In the Chilong Cauldron, the purification of the silver spiritual liquid has also been completed.
"It's now."
Ning Daoran's eyes lit up and without any hesitation, he raised his fingertips and used his magic power to shape the shape of the flying sword. Suddenly, the silver spirit liquid in the Chilong Cauldron turned into droplets of water and kept swirling up.
In the air, the embryos of twelve silver flying swords were completed in the blink of an eye.
But these flying swords are more than capable of killing, but not tough enough.
This will lead to the fact that in the process of fighting, the killing is indeed sharp, but when encountering the opponent's thick inner armor and shield-like treasures, it will be easily shattered.
Ning Daoran has naturally thought of these things for a long time.
He raised his finger and continuously extracted spiritual essence from the emerald green particles and mixed it into the flying sword.
Not long after, the handle and body of the flying sword appeared with wisps of emerald green texture, which invisibly greatly improved the toughness of the flying sword.
This process is quite detailed and extremely tiring. Fortunately, Ning Daoran's soul and physical strength are quite powerful, so refining treasures for several days is nothing more than a trivial matter to him.
Three full days later.
"Done!"
Ning Daoran waved his hand, and suddenly the twelve Silver Moon Flying Swords, which were only about a foot long, swam up like silver meteors following his movements, swaying across the air.
A complete set of flying swords, a second-order mid-grade spiritual weapon!
Ning Daoran breathed a sigh of relief and was quite satisfied with this set of works.
After all, this is the first time he has refined a treasure by himself. It can be formed in one go, and it is evaluated as a second-level mid-grade spiritual weapon. What is there to be dissatisfied about?
In fact, at this time, his weaponry can be said to have been promoted to the second-level mid-level!
Of course, there is still a bit of guilt. After all, this set of Silver Moon Flying Sword can be ranked among the second-level middle-grade spiritual weapons, and most of the credit lies in the materials.
A flying sword refined from thousand-year-old Silver Moon Bamboo, a slightly stronger weapon refiner might have a chance to refine it into a top-grade spiritual weapon!
"Old deer?"
Ning Daoran raised his hand gently and said with a smile: "Don't you want to express your opinion?"
"Ouch~~~"
The big stupid deer rushed up quickly, removed its antlers, and rubbed him with its big head. The big brother is awesome and has unparalleled skills!
"Hey hey hey..."
Ning Daoran was satisfied and said: "My sword is newly made, but I am missing something to test the sword with!"
"Ouch??"
The big stupid deer’s ears stand upright, could it be me?
Ning Daoran laughed and walked out with Da Stupid Deer.
In the fish pond, the big black fish's scales suddenly stood upright, and there was a feeling that a great terror was about to come. Could the sword-testing thing be him?
Sword to chop pickled fish?
In an instant, Big Black Fish's mood collapsed.
Who would have thought that Ning Daoran didn't even look at it, but raised his hand to fish out a big carp from the fish pond, and took the big stupid deer to stir-fry with a big spoon.
After a sumptuous dinner, Chen Weimo went upstairs to practice meditation.
Ning Daoran took a picture of a paper substitute that turned into himself, and stayed in the living room to practice.
……
night.
Section 1, Shanyang County, Mojiang.
"Roar——"
A tiger roar shook the mountain forest, and when all the birds and animals in the forest were fleeing, a golden tiger that was at least two meters tall appeared in the forest.
It strolled slowly, its eyes scanning the jungle.
There was a terrifying foundation-building aura surging all over his body. This was a second-level monster!
At this time, there was a person sitting on the tiger's back.
The man was wearing an ink shirt, a bamboo hat on his head, and inner armor. He had a sword on his back, his arms folded, and he was sitting calmly on the tiger's back.
This person and the tiger are naturally the disguised Ning Daoran and the transformed Big Stupid Deer.
"Old deer, you can't roar like a tiger..."
Ning Daoran complained: "Look at the frogs on the riverside still croaking and screaming. They are not afraid of you at all. They are almost laughing at you."
"Roar~~~"
The big stupid deer turned around and called out to his elder brother.
It explained that it had tried its best and that the frogs were not afraid of it just because of their own smallness and ignorance.
‘Damn, that’s Zen...’
Ning Daoran touched his chin and said nothing.
……
Riverside.
A temple painted with red paint stands tall, with red lanterns hanging high. Although it is dark, people still come to offer incense.
In addition to the common people, there were some young and strong men in black, riding horses and galloping back and forth, patrolling the riverside.
Jiangshen Gang.
Ning Daoran remembered the experience when he, Lin Sheng, and Han Bing assassinated the branch leader of the Tsing Yi Society.
The people of Shanyang County used to believe in two gods.
One of them is the legendary Empress in Tsing Yi, who is currently kneeling in the green ghost flag in Ning Daoran's storage bag.
The other one is Mo Jiang Jiang Shen. Those mortals under the banner of Jiang Shen formed a Jiang Shen Gang.
The dispute between the Jiangshen Gang and the Tsing Yi Society has been going on for a long time and has lasted for hundreds of years.
But not long ago, Ning Daoran subdued the Tsing Yi Empress, which directly led to the collapse of the Tsing Yi Society, leaving the Jiangshen Gang alone.
As a result, the Jiangshen Gang became more unscrupulous, constantly plundering and exploiting local people.
Even the living sacrifice to Jiang God has changed from once every two years to once a year, and from four boys and girls to eight boys and girls at one time.
This matter was very serious.
But the River God entrenched at the bottom of the river has always been difficult to deal with, especially in the water. Many immortal cultivators who came to eliminate harm to the people ended up becoming the prey of this River God.
……
"铿铿~~~"
By the river, Ning Daoran walked casually on the water, flicked the blade of the Silver Moon Flying Sword with his finger, and said with a smile: "You evil beast, why don't you come out and die?"
The river began to become extremely turbulent.
A huge whirlpool swirled, and a dark head poked out of the water. Its blood-red eyes stared at Ning Daoran: "Are you looking for death?"
(End of chapter)