My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 337 Restrictions
He made up his mind to cultivate the Yellow Springs General Principles.

Chen Mu intentionally adjusted his schedule in the following days.

Reduce the number of pill refining attempts and decrease the frequency of using the Fire Cloud Spell to maintain high energy levels.

He also specially prepared some light food and listened to the sounds of the wind and birdsong every day to calm his mind.

Several days later, in the evening.

After having a balanced dinner with meat and vegetables until he was about 70% full, Chen Mu washed up, took a shower, changed into loose, dry clothes, and went into the underground secret room.

Sitting on a soft low couch, amidst the refreshing fragrance of calming pills, Chen Mu solemnly opened the Yellow Springs General Outline Jade Slip.

A thin jade plate, about the width of two fingers and the length of a forearm, is bound together at both ends with mythical beasts to form a scroll.

The first nine jade tablets are engraved with golden characters, which are a general summary of the Yellow Spring Condensation Method.

The last sixty-three jade tablets have no inscriptions, but are covered with silver thread star patterns.

Chen Mu touched the first blank jade tablet with his right index finger, slowly closed his eyes, and with a thought, a wisp of magic power flowed into it.

The next moment, a gentle force entered the jade seed.

The originally slowly drifting magical power, like the sea under a storm, was suddenly violently stirred up and then rushed to converge near the Yuanfu.

In an instant, starting from the Yuanfu, a hollowed-out net-like sphere was constructed.

"Such complex talismans." Chen Mu's heart skipped a beat.

The most complex Five Ghosts Moving Mountain Spell talisman before was no bigger than a sesame seed. This one in front of me, however, is as big as a quail egg.

There are a total of sixty-three similar talismans.

Just thinking about this project made Chen Mu's scalp tingle.

Sixty-three...

"Let's just put it into our daily tasks and grind it out slowly."

If you are distracted for even a moment, a buzzing sound will be heard.

The hollow tennis ball trembled, and its already somewhat unstable structure immediately disintegrated, turning into magical smoke.

However, the magical power that was originally enough to fill the jade seed was reduced by one-tenth out of nowhere.

Chen Mu's eyelids twitched.

If you lose one-tenth of your mana every time you practice, isn't that a bit too much of a drain?
He suddenly thought of Sun Wuhuan's small discussion meeting.

"Is Sun Wuhuan's frantic accumulation of wealth all for the purpose of cultivating the Qi Condensation Technique?"

Thinking about the future expenses, Chen Mu suddenly felt a headache coming on.

"We still need to work on the insect repellent pill."

……

Midway up Wuyan Mountain.

A small building in a corner of the original Yanxia School martial arts training ground square.

Sun Chengye sat at a table under the window on the second floor.

“My brother is a genius of the Sun family, and he has no shortage of secret techniques and resources. I don’t believe that he was greedy for treasures and disregarded Elder Liu’s orders to venture into the mountains to search for them.”

Across the table was a police inspector in his thirties, dressed in a black uniform with a patrol badge.

"Brother Sun, do you mean someone is plotting against the Deputy Commander?"

“The position of Deputy Chief of the General Affairs Department is highly sought after,” Sun Chengye sneered.

Li Guangfu, the black-clad steward, paused, lowered his head to drink his tea, but did not respond.

The current Deputy Chief is a member of Elder Liu Ling's clan. He dares not interfere in the power struggle between the two major families of Jilongdao.

Sun Chengye's lips curled into a sneer, and he said in a chilling tone, "You're afraid of the Liu family, but aren't you afraid of my Sun family?"

Li Guangfu's face immediately turned ugly.

“It’s not like I’m asking you to fight Liu Baitong to the death, what are you afraid of!” Sun Chengye sneered.

"All I want is to find my brother's remains, give him a proper burial, and let him rest in peace."

Li Guangfu's expression softened: "Elder Sun didn't find any clues before?"

Sun Chengye frowned and shook his head: "The only thing we can confirm is that my brother's body is near Wuyan Mountain."

"Then why did you come to me...?" Li Guangfu asked, puzzled.

Even the experts from the Sun family who have mastered the Qi Condensation Realm can't be found, so there's nothing I can do.

"I want to know who my brother has been in contact with during his visit to Misty Mountain."

"It would be even better if we knew who we had a grudge against."

“My brother is meticulous and decisive in his actions. His departure from Misty Mountain must have been a trap set by someone to lure him away.” As Sun Chengye said this, he turned his head and squinted at the Cloud Palace on the mountaintop through the window.

"As long as we find the person who lured us, we can follow the clues and find my brother's body."

Even if we can't find the body, we must find the Flying Sword Gourd!
That's a family heirloom of the Sun family, capable of continuously nurturing flying swords, and is one of the foundations of the Sun family's enduring strength.

Li Guangfu's recently relaxed expression immediately tightened.

"It's just asking you to investigate a few people, what's so difficult about that?" Sun Chengye glared. "What, are you really not afraid of the Sun family's methods?"

“The Deputy Chief of Staff has been in contact with more than just a few people.” Li Guangfu’s face was full of difficulty.

“He’s the deputy commander, so he naturally comes into contact with a lot of people. But what about those with whom he has grudges and disputes? There can’t be too many people like that, can there?” Sun Chengye frowned and stared at Li Guangfu.

Li Guangfu looked at Sun Chengye with a strange expression and glanced at him cautiously.

"The Deputy Chief of the Capital held a small discussion meeting to exchange incomplete magical artifacts for Daoist jade."

"It is said... well, just said."

"It is said that everyone who has been there has been ripped off to some extent."

“So the number of people with grudges…” Sun Chengye’s face immediately darkened.

My own brother, surely he doesn't have enemies all over the mountain?

How the hell are we supposed to investigate this?!

"Will...will we continue the investigation?" Li Guangfu asked cautiously.

"Investigate!" Sun Chengye gritted his teeth!

Compared to the magic gourd, I have to investigate no matter how troublesome it is.

……

Five days later, in the underground chamber.

Chen Mu stared at the Yellow Springs General Outline Jade Slip, his brows furrowed.

On the first jade plate, the originally clear and conspicuous silver threads and stars have now become blurry and indistinct.

"I should have thought of that sooner," Chen Mu thought with annoyance.

Each jade tablet in the jade slip is equivalent to a secret jade tablet.

The power that can create temporary runes diminishes with each use.

The fact that the pattern on the jade plate is now blurred indicates that this power is about to be exhausted.

Once completely exhausted, the jade tablet becomes utterly worthless.

However, Chen Mu had not yet mastered the Yellow Spring Condensation Technique.

"If the first piece is ruined, then the rest will be useless!" Chen Mu was immediately at a loss.

Originally, the jade slip was sufficient for beginners.

However, the jade slip in Chen Mu's hand had been used by Sun Wuhuan, and ninety percent of its power had been consumed.

"I was careless!"

Thinking of this, Chen Mu immediately checked them one by one.

Of the sixty-three jade tablets, fifty-one have a dull luster.

Only the last twelve jade tablets remained as bright as new.

Chen Mu frowned as he looked at the unchanging gray wall.

Should I take a gamble and try to learn the basics before the jade tablet becomes ineffective?

"No way! If we fail, we'll have gotten this 'General Outline of the Underworld' for nothing!"

He doesn't dare to gamble.

……

a few days later.

Bai Xiuwen carried a wooden box filled with the essence of the five grains into the warehouse alchemy room.

Looking up, I saw Chen Mu sitting cross-legged on a soft couch, writing something.

"Senior brother, I have some bad news," Bai Xiuwen said softly as he walked to the soft couch.

"Speak." Chen Mu didn't even look up, and began copying the illegible Chinese characters with swift, flowing strokes.

"The senior brothers from the Hall of Hundred Crafts have repaired the warehouse's protective barrier."

"The price of Bigu pills has dropped."

"It's only a matter of time," Chen Mu said dismissively.

Even with their intensive efforts, a significant amount of yellow rice was still damaged.

The best approach, of course, is to quickly repair the protective barriers around the warehouse.

"Does the villa want our Jade Spring Mountain?" Chen Mu asked casually as he sketched out the silk threads and stars with a brush.

"It's hard to say." Bai Xiuwen frowned and hesitated: "Another group of senior brothers from the Upper Academy have arrived on the mountain."

"Wuyan Mountain might develop into a branch temple."

"We might leave, or we might stay."

"Then you can inquire about it when you have time, and let me know if you find out," Chen Mu said casually.

With the protective barriers in place and the second-best expert from the Chicken Cage Path overseeing it, Misty Mountain is no less safe than Jade Spring Mountain.

Now that he has the secret method of condensing the apertures, he can cultivate anywhere.

He waved Bai Xiuwen away.

Chen Mu carefully compared the string of characters he had just copied.

"It's still not quite there."

Chen Mu drew up the gray wall.

Writing: 1762/10000/Third order;

Using the Xie script to record the general outline of the Yellow Springs was Chen Mu's solution.

Unfortunately, the third-level writing skill only allowed him to understand the Jie script, but not to write it.

To improve his handwriting skills, he practiced copying and imitating for five consecutive days, without even refining any fasting pills.

The quota handed over was still the inventory that had been withheld in the past.

"Let's keep practicing." Chen Mu casually put the used, withered paper into the Five Ghosts Bag and unfolded a new sheet of paper.

He would never feel at ease until he had copied down the Yellow Springs General Outline.

(End of this chapter)