My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 128 The Yin-Raising Strategy

boom!
Windows shattered.

Zongtai, with splinters of wood on his head, broke through the window and escaped.

While suspended in mid-air, the soul-stabilizing stake touches the ground.

Zong Tai instantly used the momentum to twist his waist and turn around in mid-air.

puff!
His feet were like iron nails, plunging into the soil.

boom!
The hard ground was compacted, like a crushed biscuit, with dirt flying everywhere.

Zong Tai stared solemnly at the figure following closely behind, holding a short sword and with long hair flowing down his shoulders.

Oh no! We've got the wrong person!
"Friend, don't take action yet, this is a misunderstanding!" Zong Tai quickly spoke up.

Chen Mu frowned.

Librarian? A misunderstanding?

My matter hasn't been posted yet?!
fortunately!

First, he wanted to lure the person away, but he couldn't give in so quickly. Chen Mu pretended to have a gloomy expression: "The way you made your move didn't seem like a misunderstanding!"

Zong Tai breathed a sigh of relief; his reply meant that they could still talk.

"It's all a misunderstanding!"

"I still have two drops of the Palace Crimson on me. Consider it my apology, how about it?"

"Friend, you may not know this, but Zhaodianhong is the essence of the Dragon Transformation Pill. One drop is equivalent to thirty Dragon Transformation Pills!"

"Illuminating Palace Red?" Chen Mu raised an eyebrow, feigning hesitation and interest, before greedily declaring, "Not enough!"

“I still have three thousand taels of silver notes on me. If you’re still not satisfied, I’ll go back and get you more,” Zong Tai quickly said.

"Fine, let's leave it at that!" Chen Mu said, feigning reluctance.

"Thank you for your understanding, my friend!" Zong Tai let out a long breath and slowly straightened up.

He raised his hand to signal Chen Mu to calm down, then slowly took out a white porcelain bottle from his pocket and tossed it to Chen Mu.

"Friend, catch this."

Chen Mu's gaze involuntarily fixed on the porcelain bottle. Was that where Zhao Dian Hong was stored? He had never seen Zhao Dian Hong in its complete state before.

Uh...

A low, whistling sound suddenly reached my ears.

The Soul-Stabilizing Stake, carrying a strong gust of wind, slammed into Chen Mu's head.

Zong Tai, who was in mid-air, couldn't help but grin.

Could there really be such a naive person in the martial arts world?!

A call to peace?
"what!"

The Soul-Stabilizing Stake arrived almost instantly, appearing above Chen Mu's head.

In the blink of an eye, space seemed to freeze.

In this frozen space, Chen Mu slowly raised his head and looked indifferently at Zong Tai.

Then he took a small step back.

The soul-stabilizing stake grazed Chen Mu's nose as it fell.

laugh!
A strong gust of wind swept by, and a small cut appeared on the tip of my nose.

"What a disappointing world."

"The most basic trust between people has completely disappeared."

Chen Mu clenched his left hand with a look of dejection, quietly putting away the iron lotus seed that he had almost thrown out.

"I genuinely want to reconcile with this world. Really!"

"But the world continues to treat me with malice!"

Chen Mu's expression turned ferocious.

"I have no choice but to fight evil with evil!"

hum!
A powerful, net-like aura quickly emerged in his right arm.

The powerful force bestowed by the six training techniques emerged.

The muscles under the skin suddenly undulate and swell, as if an earthworm were turning over.

In the blink of an eye, his right arm swelled up a size!
laugh!
A plume of hot white smoke rose from his right arm.

The next moment, a surge of power welled up in my thighs and the soles of my feet.

A tremendous burst of power erupted from his legs without reservation.

boom!
As soon as Zong Tai landed, Chen Mu burst through the air and appeared in front of him in an instant.

He crouched low in a lunge position, and from below, the hidden sword in his sleeve stabbed fiercely towards Zong Tai's heart.

"You think you can kill me with a broken little sword?!" Zong Tai smiled and glared at Chen Mu with contempt.

"Secret Technique: Shield!"

All his inner strength suddenly gathered in his chest.

"Haha! Useless, useless, useless..."

"Hidden Sword in the Sleeve - Piercing the Clouds!"

The gray short sword seemed to come alive, twisting and trembling.

squeak……

It's like a knife stabbing into a soda can, making your teeth ache with a sudden, sharp sound.

puff!
A soft sound.

Chen Mu withdrew.

Zong Tai's smile didn't even have time to fade. A pool of blood stained his chest. The black aura receded like a receding tide.

He stared at Chen Mu in disbelief.

"How... how is it possible?!"

"No! I can't die here!"

He exerted all his strength, and his figure suddenly sprang backward.

The vitality of a master of wandering spirits is frighteningly high. Even if their heart is pierced, as long as the bleeding is stopped and the wound is stitched up, they can survive!

This is his chance!

The veins on Zong Tai's neck bulged, and he raised his hand to fire a signal arrow.

The closest one is Jia Laosan; as long as we stall until…

"Five Ghosts Moving Mountains!"

As soon as the signal arrow was launched, five plumes of black smoke appeared in its inevitable path.

With a short, sharp cry, the signal arrow was swallowed into the Five Ghosts Bag's spatial dimension. A billowing black smoke, like a giant, predatory python, twisted and compressed before suddenly shooting out!
Zongtai, who had jumped onto the wall, was filled with despair. A magical artifact?!

The next moment, black smoke rushed past and instantly engulfed Zong Tai.

puff!
Drops of blood fell, and Zong Tai vanished completely.

……

Snapped!
With a crisp sound, the white porcelain bottle shattered on the ground.

Chen Mu looked back, but saw no red liquid at all.

"Empty? What a pity..."

Black smoke billowed, and the black Soul-Stabilizing Pillar fell into his hand.

Chen Mu stroked the patterns on it, then turned around and went back to his room.

……

The inner city of Nanyang Prefecture, the inner courtyard of the prefectural government office.

The main hall for the afternoon gathering has been rearranged.

Several long tables were placed side by side in the middle, with fine wines and delicacies covering them.

Chao Fang sat at the very front, with his twelve brothers sitting on either side, each with a long, dark pole by their side.

The brothers toasted each other and drank heartily.

Chao Fang stared at the first empty seat on the left without saying a word.

As time went on, everyone realized that something was wrong.

"Why hasn't Second Brother arrived yet?"

"Yeah, logically his soul-fixing stake is the closest, so how come..."

"Is something bad going to happen?" Jia Xiang's expression changed.

My second brother hasn't been having much luck lately.

"Brother, I'll go take a look!" Jia Xiang suddenly stood up.

Chao Fang nodded gloomily.

Everyone put down their glasses, not daring to say anything, and the atmosphere became heavy for a moment.

Fifteen minutes later, Jia Xiang suddenly rushed into the room.

"Brother, the things are gone, but... nobody's here!"

Chao Fang's expression suddenly changed.

He immediately pulled out a short, yellow scroll from his pocket.

The scroll is neither paper nor silk; it is both soft and tough.

Chao Fang suddenly pulled it open, and a row of characters the size of quail eggs, full of ancient charm, came into view—Qianshan Jing·Huanyin Ce.

After the title, there is a blank area, about the size of two palms, with symmetrical drawings around it, bordered by straight lines, cloud patterns, and flame designs.

Chao Fang quickly took out a white porcelain bottle.

Pull out the stopper, pour the entire bottle of Zhaodianhong into the empty space, and then quickly chant the incantation.

In just fifteen breaths, the walnuts in the Great Illumination Hall boiled and churned, seeping into the bright yellow cloth.

Thirteen spots quickly appeared in the blank space.

In the middle is a black peanut-sized creature, surrounded by eleven red soybean-sized creatures.

There is another red dot standing alone, slowly moving to the right.

Chao Fang breathed a sigh of relief, then said in a gloomy tone, "Come with me! I want to see what the second brother is up to in Beishi right now..."

click!
The porcelain bottle in Chao Fang's hand was suddenly crushed, and he stared at the bright yellow cloth with an extremely ugly expression.

The red dot was just moving, but it's gone!
The Soul-Stabilizing Stake... is missing one!
……

Taipei, a street lined with medicinal herbs.

At the end of the street, there is an inconspicuous little pharmacy called Heshengtang.

In the dead of night, the apprentices and waiters in the front hall had already gone home.

The rooms in the backyard were still brightly lit.

Jiejia took a white handkerchief and carefully wiped the tables, chairs, and benches.

With the freshly brewed tea at hand, Jiejia solemnly pulled a bulging cloth bag the size of a fist from his pocket.

Gently untie the drawstring of the bag, and a pile of loose silver coins spills out with a whoosh.

Then they started rolling the silver beads one by one.

As he rubbed, his hand paused, then he continued rubbing as if nothing had happened, and said indifferently without even raising his eyelids, "Will you come down yourself, or should I knock you down?"

The roof tiles creaked softly.

Squeak.

The door opened, and Chen Mu walked into the room with a grin.

"I think you didn't eat enough this afternoon. How about we get some late-night snacks?"

Jie Jiaming's bright yellow eyes darted around as he stared at Chen Mu without saying a word.

Chen Mu: “…”

"Hey, how about I stay with you for a while?"

"Who have you offended this time?!" Jie Jia's eyelids lifted slightly.

"I'm an honest and law-abiding person, who could I possibly offend?" Chen Mu rolled his eyes.

Jie Jia stared at Chen Mu, his eyelids lifting slightly again: "Okay."

Chen Mu immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Twenty taels... for one day," Jie Jia said, holding up two fingers.