My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 432 Flying Flame Scripture

Located south of Jigu City, is Yupinxuan.

"The Heavenly River Water Mansion leaked and was completely flooded, so I came here." Le Yang'an shrugged.

Chen Mu suddenly remembered that when he was temporarily staying at the Tianhe Water Mansion, he had encountered a situation where the gate of the water mansion was leaking and collapsing.

That was a water palace that had existed since ancient times, and it was said that a real dragon once lived there. But it just disappeared like that.

Is it due to changes in the earth's spiritual energy?
He thought of Chongshan Road, and also of Jilong Mountain. Both were in turmoil due to changes in the earth's veins and spiritual springs. One had been wiped out and disappeared, the other was plagued by constant setbacks.

Before he arrived in the underworld, Jilongdao had already begun preparing a ferry to relocate the Jupai sect to the neighboring Haizhou.

"How did Brother Chen get here?" Le Yang'an asked.

"Hey! I ran into a bunch of lunatics and got dragged into this mess." Chen Mu waved his hand and shook his head with a gloomy expression.

He still doesn't understand what those people saw in him that made them want to take him as a sacrifice.

"How did you recognize me?" Chen Mu asked, quite concerned.

"According to the locals, anyone who can come here must have some ability, so..." Le Yang'an shrugged.

"But so many years have passed, how can you still remember me?" He had practiced drawing for many years, initially making a living by drawing portraits, and was skilled at memorizing faces. Even so, it still took him a while to remember Le Yang'an.

"For high-quality customers, of course we should keep them firmly in mind."

"Otherwise, how could my Imperial Pavilion have expanded from the mortal realm to the underworld?" Le Yang chuckled.

"Hey! It really is..." Chen Mu chuckled, but he also deeply agreed.

Chen Mu immediately inquired about the Yin Ming from this acquaintance.

After chatting for a long time, he really taught Chen Mu a lot of common sense and knowledge.

As they talked, the conversation turned to the cultivation of ghost patterns.

“The Flying Flame Scripture, ah, that is indeed quite difficult.” Le Yang’an shook his head and smiled, “The main problem is that it’s hard to control the flames, and it’s easy to damage one’s essence.”

"It's so difficult to practice, could there be other secrets to this technique?" Chen Mu persisted, "For example, is the Flying Flame Scripture a branch of some advanced and profound technique? Or can its mysteries only be revealed when one reaches a high level of mastery?"

"All I can say is... Brother Chen has a lot of imagination."

Chen Mu's face fell.

Sure enough, I've stepped into a huge pit. This is an outdated secret technique.

“Brother Chen has exceptional talent; he might actually master some great supernatural abilities,” Le Yang’an joked with a smile. “Of course, it would be better if he ate more jade dewdrops before he started cultivating.”

"Can the Jade Dewdrop reduce the difficulty of cultivation?" Chen Mu's eyes lit up.

"Yes, it will make you burn longer, buying you time to use the water of the River of Oblivion."

Chen Mu: “…”

Tsk!
The more I listened, the more dangerous this secret method seemed.

"What exactly is this 'supernatural ghost pattern' thing? Why is it so complicated?" Chen Mu was somewhat annoyed.

“Brother Chen is a Qi cultivator, so he must know what the Dao Foundation is,” Le Yang’an said with a smile.

"I don't know," Chen Mu honestly shook his head.

All he knew was that after condensing the aperture, one had to use primordial energy to refine yin and yang, which was said to be to refine the divine aperture into a river chariot, and only then could one establish the foundation of the Dao.

But he really didn't know what the Dao Foundation was.

Le Yang'an was taken aback, his eyes filled with a strange expression. As a Qi cultivator, how could he be so indifferent to his cultivation path?

"Hmm, it seems Brother Chen is quite pragmatic, focusing only on his current cultivation. It's good to be down-to-earth; that's how you go further."

Be down-to-earth and pragmatic?
Isn't it because I'm ignorant?
"Yes, that's what I think!" Chen Mu shamelessly admitted.

Le Yang'an smiled and patiently explained, "The Dao Foundation is the basis for attaining the Dao, and it is the seed of the primordial spirit."

"Only by forming a foundation of Dao can one nurture a primordial spirit."

"The supernatural ghost pattern, also known as the ghost pattern seed, is the foundation of the Yin spirit's path; it is both the seed and the root."

"Only with this foundation can things blossom and bear fruit."

Chen Mu understood, but felt helpless. If he wanted to cultivate Yin Spirit power, he couldn't avoid this hurdle. Even if the "Flying Flame Scripture" was useless, he still had to practice it.

"Boss Le, do you know how to bring someone back to life?"

“Simple, just go to the Bridge of Helplessness,” Le Yang said cheerfully.

Chen Mu immediately rolled his eyes.

I'm not dead, so I don't need to be reincarnated. Why bother going to the Bridge of Helplessness?

……

On the second floor of Baihe Teahouse, in a small, street-facing booth.

Zhang Wuqing looked at the pedestrians on the street, but his eyes were unfocused, and his mind was still on the scene of that person disappearing yesterday.

"A supernatural power! It must be a supernatural power!"

"He's already awakened some supernatural abilities without any special training. He's incredibly talented..." He shook his head. "I can't keep thinking about it."

If such a person enters the North Camp, he might become a big shot among the ghost soldiers in the future, causing endless trouble and potentially inviting big problems.

He popped a deep-fried burdock seed into his mouth and watched the pedestrians on the street wait silently.

Not long after, Niu Sanmiao walked into the cubicle with a sour face.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Wuqing asked in surprise.

“We only found three people this time.” Niu Sanmiao said with a gloomy face. “You lost money again?” Zhang Wuqing’s face was full of sympathy.

Thinking of the losses from last time, Niu Sanmiao felt even more heartbroken: "Have those people made any unusual moves?"

"Everything is as usual." Zhang Wuqing shook his head.

The image of a person with a flamboyant red flower on their head flashed through his mind, but he didn't say anything more.

"I think you've probably really encountered some strange demon."

impossible!
For the past two months, Niu Sanmiao has been replaying that day in his mind, and the more he thinks about it, the more something seems off.

"So what do you want to do? Anyway, those people are all very obedient." Zhang Wuqing shrugged.

Upon hearing this, Niu Sanmiao's face darkened: "Then we won't keep watch."

"Alright then." Zhang Wuqing said with some regret; he wanted to earn more.

Then he saw the other person reach out and hand him a gray cloth bag.

"I would like to ask Fifth Brother to change the registration information of those people."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Wuqing frowned slightly.

"Just change the time they came to Jigu City to ten years ago," Niu Sanmiao chuckled.

Zhang Wuqing raised an eyebrow: "Is the City Lord's Mansion going to send troops soon?"

"Change the residency period? Are you trying to use the forced conscription order from Beidaying to send them all to the auxiliary troops?"

"Going on a military expedition, life and death are unpredictable..." Zhang Wuqing shook his head, but also skillfully reached for the gray cloth bag and stuffed it into his sleeve.

“If I don’t do something, this thorn in my side will always remain.” Niu Sanmiao said calmly. “Losing some money is nothing, but if it becomes a knot in my heart, it might delay my ability to cultivate my supernatural powers.”

"Going to the auxiliary troops camp and going on expeditions with the main army, whether I live or die is up to fate. I can feel at ease then."

Zhang Wuqing shrugged: "Whatever you want, you paid for it."

……

Two days later.

In the burdock grove south of the city, in Chen Mu's small courtyard.

He sat at the stone table and quietly recited the "Flying Flame Sutra" from the scriptures.

The scriptures are empty and useless; he only needs to recite them. Similar to the Dew-Gathering Mantra, once mastered, it can be transformed into an incantation with ambiguous meaning through variations in rhythm and tone.

Accompanied by the rhythmic syllables, Chen Mu suddenly felt a surge of emotion.

He stared at his right index finger.

puff!
A flame the size of a melon seed suddenly burst forth from the fingertip.

The flames were black with a hint of scarlet, burning silently without shaking or moving.

Chen Mu held the white jade gourd filled with the water of the River of Oblivion in his left hand, carefully manipulating the flame. But after a long while, he did not notice any unusual movement.

"It seems...not difficult at all."

Could it be that this secret technique is exceptionally compatible with me? Chen Mu was overjoyed.

But it was this momentary emotional fluctuation that caused the black flames to suddenly erupt. They spread rapidly along the fingers, and wherever they passed, the skin, flesh, tendons, and bones of the fingers turned into black smoke without warning.

By the time Chen Mu realized what was happening, the flames had already reached the base of his fingers and were about to spread to his entire palm.

He immediately poured the water from the River of Oblivion into his hand.

呲!
It felt like raw meat being placed on a red-hot iron plate, billowing out thick smoke. A sharp pain struck, and every muscle in my body involuntarily twitched.

Chen Mu gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and continued to pour the water of the River of Oblivion into his palm.

It took a while for the black flames to be extinguished and disappear.

At this point, the index finger of his right hand and half of his palm had disappeared, and the entire palm was corroded by the river water, leaving the skin torn and bleeding.

Chen Mu's face was grim. He hadn't expected that just one attempt would lead to such a tragic situation!
Even though he had cultivated for more than ten years and was used to life and death, looking at his mutilated right hand still made him feel complicated and indescribable.

Just then, most of the Yin spiritual power within him suddenly dissipated.

The next moment, the bones and muscles of his right hand began to grow and rebuild rapidly, and right under his nose, it was completely restored in a short time.

Chen Mu's heart skipped a beat. He immediately raised his right hand and examined it closely.

After observing for a long time, I found that my palm was exactly the same as before, and even the slight hangnail on my index finger had been perfectly reproduced!
"This is a resurrection of flesh and blood, as if time has reversed..."

"Is this a power unique to all spirits, or is it a power unique to my true form as a celestial demon?" Chen Mu asked in astonishment.

"Was the sudden disappearance of half of the Yin Spirit divine power the price of repair?"

"But what if too many limbs are damaged this time, or what if the Yin Spirit power within me is insufficient..."

Chen Mu felt a chill creep into his heart; he guessed that the ending would probably be rather tragic.

"No wonder no one has a good opinion of the Flying Flame Sutra."

Chen Mu then looked at the gray wall in front of him.

Flying Flame Sutra: 14/10000;

"I shouldn't have had too many expectations after all."

The Flying Flame Scripture only has one stage, indicating that it is just a simple secret technique and it is indeed unlikely that it contains any unknown mysteries.

"Never mind, I'll scroll to the top first and then watch it."

(End of this chapter)