My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 259: Obsessed
After cleaning the mud and grass off his body, Chen Mu sat back down in the rocking chair.

"Although it can only lift off the ground by one meter, which doesn't count as true flight, it runs incredibly fast!"

Chen Mu was thinking about what he had just experienced.

Based on the speed of cars in my previous life, it would be at least 140 or 150 kilometers per hour.

"The only downside is the short battery life," Chen Mu said, pouting.

Chen Mu glanced at the Breaking Illusion Technique, which had hardly changed in the past two months.

Baiyi Destroy Illusion: 7893/10000;

How about we practice extra tonight?
……

Two weeks later, the full moon hung high in the sky.

In the underground chamber, Chen Mu sat cross-legged, holding a delicate jade plate.

The deep chanting of sutras echoed continuously in the secret room.

The black sphere in the center of the jade has grown to the size of a soybean.

Upon closer inspection, it doesn't resemble a solid sphere; rather, it looks like an incredibly deep hole.

It possesses a strange allure, giving one the urge to immerse oneself in it.

After a long while, Chen Mu came to his senses and turned to look at the water clock in the copper kettle next to him.

Before anyone knew it, all the water in the small copper kettle had drained away.

"At least half an hour!" Chen Mu's scalp tingled.

"Did I practice this wrong?"

As the technique of breaking through illusions neared its end, he would unknowingly become engrossed in it.

Sometimes I would stare at the black sphere inside the jade for an entire hour.

"What if we get trapped and can't get out..."

Chen Mu shivered.

"No, we can't rush things, we need to take it slow..."

Although the insights gained from proficiency indicate that everything is normal.

But he still didn't dare to practice too fast.

Just like when swimming or diving, people instinctively close their eyes.

As the Deception-Breaking Technique drew ever closer to perfection, Chen Mu felt an instinctive sense of panic.

"Is this what Mo Wuzhou meant by seeing through illusion? What if we can't see through it...?"

"Is it impossible to master it forever? Or will you become so engrossed in it that you lose consciousness?"

"I wonder if there are any ways to help get through this."

He couldn't figure it out even after thinking about it for a long time. He lacked basic knowledge in this area.

When I first advanced the Spirit Armor Technique, there weren't so many unexpected problems. I mastered it naturally.

"Let's go check out the Scripture Academy tomorrow," Chen Mu said, scratching his head.

While pondering tomorrow's itinerary, he habitually glanced at the scene from the perspective of the Five Ghosts.

Then they discovered that in the yellow rice field, a dozen or so white-striped black rats were frantically gnawing on the yellow rice.

"It's those same things again!"

Since the yellow sprout rice started to grow.

It's alright during the day, but at night many strange beasts, big and small, will come to visit.

"Should we create the Bewitching Miasma?" Chen Mu hesitated.

It's not like it used to be in Tongtianfang, on the low hill.

At that time, the location was remote and deserted. There was only one person, Old Hao, within a radius of ten miles.

Unlike now, when I stand in front of the wooden house, I can turn my head and see the lights of my neighbor's house.

Thick smoke billowing in the middle of the night will definitely be noticed.

He was always reluctant to take on any high-profile actions.

……

The Chuanjing Academy is now located above Lengyuefang and below Lengyuetan.

The octagonal wooden building is gone, replaced by a network of interconnected caves.

The interior is filled with fluorescent algae, making it as bright as day.

There are hidden ventilation channels and sea pine trees for air exchange.

The air was even fresher than outside.

Inside the deepest part, in a semi-circular cave, the inner walls are carved with countless small square holes. Books and scriptures are neatly arranged within.

Chen Mu frowned, put the book back, shook his head, and sighed. He had not found any relevant experience with the technique of breaking through illusions.

"That's to be expected."

The books in the Scripture Transmission Hall were mostly intended for disciples of the lower temples.

Those who can cultivate spiritual light are extremely rare, let alone those who can break through illusions. The scarcity of relevant information is understandable.

……

Three nights later. Chen Mu was jolted awake from his cultivation and it took him a long time to come to his senses.

The water in the copper kettle next to it dripped dry again.

Chen Mu couldn't confirm exactly how long he had been lost.

A sense of disorientation washed over him, realizing that he had just been drawn into the illusion-breaking technique and was now unable to extricate himself from it.

"We can't practice anymore!"

The insights gained from mastering the gray wall technique still didn't indicate any danger, but he dared not continue practicing.

Perhaps it will be mastered as smoothly as the Spirit Armor Technique. But what if…?

After taking a while to calm himself down, Chen Mu casually glanced at Huang Yami Tian with his Five Ghosts.

My newly calmed emotions were immediately disrupted.

"At least half an acre!" Chen Mu's expression was grim.

While he was engrossed in the art of breaking through illusions, some strange beast broke in and devoured half an acre of yellow rice.

"We must get rid of the Bewitching Miasma!"

He didn't intend to make money from yellow sprout rice.

But at least we can't lose money!

……

Beside Lengyuetan, a three-story wooden building is built along the water.

A wooden boardwalk extends from the wooden building into the pool, connecting to an octagonal pavilion.

Inside the pavilion, Song Wuji sat on a futon, his face pale and his eyes dark.

Small bumps, about the size of peanuts, kept appearing on his face.

As soon as it appeared, it immediately split into two, then into four, and moved in different directions, as if there were insects crawling around under the skin.

After a long while, Song Wuji opened his eyes, his face regaining its composure. His pale complexion finally showed a slight improvement.

"Why are you sitting so far away? Come here!" Song Wuji looked at Liang Yi in the distance.

Liang Yi shook his head repeatedly, his honest face full of disgust: "It's creepy!"

"What kind of look is that! Insects are so cute, how could they be creepy!" Song Wuji frowned and scolded.

Liang Yi's lips twitched: "Your taste... is truly unique!"

"That's because you don't know how to appreciate it!" Song Wuji scoffed. "What's the situation in the mountains?"

“Without the deterrent effect of the Cold Moon Toad, the strange beasts are constantly migrating towards Moon-Holding Mountain,” Liang Yi said with a serious expression.

"What was the Upper House's response?" Song Wuji asked, frowning.

"The Dao Lord and the White Pagoda Immortal fought, and their whereabouts are still unknown. The Upper Academy can only hold its ground and dare not make any rash moves."

"We are unable to get effective support." Liang Yi's face was grim.

After pondering for a while, Song Wuji narrowed his eyes and said, "Send people into the mountains to disperse the beasts before they gather in groups."

“The hunting team is already doing it, but the results…” Liang Yi shook his head.

Song Wuji glanced at Liang Yi: "Force all lower-level disciples to enter the mountain in batches to thoroughly eliminate the strange beasts from all directions."

Liang Yi's expression changed: "The lower academy disciples are not strong enough. With this arrangement, the casualties will probably be considerable."

“When the beasts swarm together, the casualties will be even greater,” Song Wuji said calmly.

"Since they are destined to die, let them die in a more meaningful way."

……

Two days later, under the wooden corridor.

The square table was filled with dishes.

There were four large platters of exotic animal meat, including roasted, boiled, and cold dishes.

Shang Huan was sucking the marrow from the leg bone of an unknown beast.

"Mount Pengyue lacks everything, but it has no shortage of exotic beast meat."

"Eating meat here is much cheaper than in Tongtianfang."

Upon hearing this, Old Hao shook his head and sighed, "I would rather they were more expensive."

“Strange beasts would attack the yellow rice fields in the middle of the night.”

"Look at my dark circles."

"I haven't slept for two days!"

Old Hao put down his chopsticks, looking sad: "You guys don't know, Old Li just hit..."

"I took a nap, and then all ten acres of land were ravaged by the strange beasts," Chen Mu calmly replied.

"Ah, right..." Old Hao nodded repeatedly.

Shang Huan also sighed, "Farming in the wilderness is indeed difficult."

"So you've set your sights on my Bewitching Mist again?" Chen Mu rolled his eyes.

I've only used it for two days!

(End of this chapter)