My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 564 Crimson-Eyed Demon Mark
Inside a spacious room on the top floor of the ship.

"So you want to learn the Crimson-Eyed Demon Mark?" A burly old man with white hair and beard stared at Chen Mu with a sympathetic look.

"Thank you for your trouble." Chen Mu respectfully clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute.

"Have you offended Yuan Xian?" the burly old man asked curiously.

"Why do you say that, sir?" Chen Mu asked, puzzled.

"The Dragon Locker needs the assistance of the City God's Taoist temple to communicate with the Netherworld. If you go to the territory of the Qi Refiner, it will be very difficult to cast the Netherworld Communication Spell."

"To pass off a Yin-Yang artifact as a Qi Refiner's artifact, one must layer a sufficient number of Yin-Yang Ghost Patterns on the fake artifact, which is extremely difficult."

"The Dragon Locker needs incense and vital energy at all times, but there is no City God Temple on Goose Sheep Road, so you can only rely on the Longevity Wine as a substitute. But drinking too much of that stuff has serious hidden dangers and can easily lead to madness."

“Those spies were trained by the Lock Dragon Academy from a young age and have corresponding methods to deal with them. But you…” The burly old man stared at Chen Mu with a look of pity.

If you go too far away from the City God's temple, the Soul-Communicating Spell will become difficult to cast.
Mist grass!

How come I didn't know?! Yuan Xianzhao's hometown didn't mention it either.

"Where does Yuanxian intend to send you?" the burly old man asked with a smile.

"Yunze Lake and Chongmei Mountain".

"That's alright. It's not far from Southern Shu. If I cast the Netherworld Connection Spell ten times, I should be able to connect to the Netherworld five or six times out of ten."

A 50% success rate?

"What if we go to Goose and Sheep Mountain?"

"Then you're in trouble. If you succeed three times out of a hundred attempts, you're incredibly lucky," the burly old man said with sympathy.

Chen Mu's face twitched instantly.

They got tricked by that old guy Yuan Xian. No wonder he ran away after just showing his face this time. He must be feeling guilty!

Luckily, I'm a proper Qi cultivator and can learn the Water-Repelling Pearl Refining Technique, otherwise I would definitely be doomed if I had gone to Goose Sheep Mountain!

"How about it? Do you want me to report him for you?" The burly old man encouraged with a smile. "With me involved, he'll definitely be in trouble."

Chen Mu's expression shifted, but he quickly regained his composure: "Old sir, you misunderstand. I have no grudge against Yuan Xian."

"Thank you for your kindness, sir. We're all doing this for the sake of the Great Qian Dynasty. There's really no need to cause any trouble." He spouted nonsense with an air of righteous indignation.

Hmm, next time we meet, let Yuanxian do a thousand or eight hundred splits.

“Even if there was no enmity before, he gave you this task, so you’ve become enemies!” the burly old man quickly advised.

Why are you in such a hurry? I think you're the one who has a grudge against Yuan Xian.

Chen Mu remained silent, simply staring calmly at the burly old man.

"Boring." The burly old man curled his lip in disappointment. "What a pity, I was hoping to have a proper meal with Zheng Yuanxian."

Chen Mu's eyelids twitched.

Helping himself was a pretense; his real intention was to cause trouble for Yuan Xian. That old guy was no pushover either.

Seeing that Chen Mu was unmoved by reason, the burly old man said no more.

Then he rolled his eyes upward, revealing the whites of his eyes, and his spiritual power emerged. He then reached out with his right hand and grabbed forward.

When he turned his hand over and opened his palm, a silver thread as long as a little finger and as thin as a hair appeared in his palm.

"Come on, get to practicing." The burly old man casually handed the silver hair to Chen Mu.

"I've only been here for half a month. If you don't learn it and Yuan Xian causes you trouble, I won't care," the burly old man said calmly.

"I certainly won't make things difficult for you." Chen Mu smiled slightly and reached out to take the silver thread.

Although the spell to communicate with the spirit world has limitations, he still had to learn it.

He had already read the secret scroll of the Water-Avoiding Pearl, and its refining method was extremely complicated, requiring the initial condensation of five magical talismans.

In comparison, the Crimson-Eyed Demon Mark would save more time. He first needed to learn a water-repelling bead technique to facilitate infiltrating Yun Chong's lower courtyard.

Chen Mu took a deep breath, cast the Netherworld Connection Spell, and the Yin Spirit Divine Power mixed with Qi and Blood Essence to form the Netherworld Connection Power, which disappeared into the void in the blink of an eye.

Almost instantly, his consciousness sank into a pitch-black space.

He immediately felt a warm sensation in his palm, as if he were holding a hot electrical wire.

Chen Mu looked down at the silver thread shimmering in his palm, instinctively raising his hand to examine it closely. Then he felt a pulling sensation from the thread. With a pull, like a fish taking a bait, accompanied by a powerful struggle, a ball of silver thread, as large as a human head and as thin as smoke or mist, was pulled out of the darkness and appeared before him. Within it, a faint, breathing fluorescence flickered.

The ball of yarn is roughly oval in shape, with densely intertwined threads in the center and connected by threads along a special trajectory around it. At first glance, it looks like an eyeball with swirling cloud patterns.

"This is the Crimson-Eyed Demon Mark?"

Chen Mu curiously examined it for a moment, then reached out and pressed down on the silver thread, slowly channeling his spiritual power into it. The crimson-eyed ghost pattern, which had previously only flickered with fluorescence, suddenly shone brightly.

Chen Mu immediately felt a burning pain in his palm, as if he had pressed a red-hot iron. However, he remained calm, letting the waves of pain wash over him, and continued to pour the power of the Netherworld into the ghostly runes.

A complex pattern began to appear out of thin air in his mind.

Soon.

hum!
The crimson-eyed demonic mark before him trembled violently, then quickly stabilized. Its constantly flashing light also became constant. A faint connection appeared between him and the crimson-eyed demonic mark.

"It's done!"

Chen Mu was overjoyed.

But this joy didn't last long before he felt something strange.

Suddenly looking up, I discovered that countless ghostly patterns of various shapes had appeared three meters away.

At this moment, they were constantly hovering and circling, as if they were living creatures, constantly approaching Chen Mu to test him, and then being blocked and bounced back by an invisible force one after another.

Feeling the greedy aura emanating from those dark, ghostly patterns, like that of a hungry wolf, Chen Mu couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Thanks to the Ultimate Netherworld Spell, otherwise even with the assistance of the Dragon Locker, I probably wouldn't have been able to master the Crimson-Eyed Demon Mark quickly."

The Dragon-Locking Warrior's use of the Netherworld Connection Spell is akin to using himself as bait to catch a fish. The power of the Netherworld Connection is the bait, and the Netherworld Ghost Marks are the fish. The Netherworld Ghost Marks consume his Netherworld Connection power and then return it to the corresponding Ghost Marks.

However, his ability to communicate with the underworld is limited. If too many or too varied Yin-Yang ghost patterns come, he will only obtain various fragments that are not systematic and will be of no use.

However, Chen Mu's Netherworld Connection Mantra was perfected, allowing him to isolate himself from other ghostly patterns. Combined with the Netherworld Connection power of other Dragon Lockers, he could focus solely on the one he had chosen, greatly improving his learning efficiency.

With a thought, Chen Mu's consciousness vanished into the deepest abyss.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I was met with a pair of large, clear eyes.

He suppressed the urge to punch him, leaned back slightly, and found a handsome but mischievous boy with two buns in his hair staring intently at him.

"Chang'er, don't be rude." The burly old man lifted the mischievous child by the back of his neck, placed him on the tea table beside him, and then looked at Chen Mu with great surprise.

"Done?"

Feeling the complex structural diagram that appeared out of thin air in his mind, Chen Mu nodded slightly: "It should be successful."

"Give it a try!" The burly old man raised an eyebrow and casually tossed a white porcelain teacup to Chen Mu.

"Use it?" Chen Mu reached out and took it, looking surprised.

"Anyway, it's just a try." The burly old man didn't seem to care about the urging.

Chen Mu nodded slightly, held the teacup with his left hand, and pressed his right index finger against the rim.

Recalling the image in my mind was like flipping a switch. A chilling power suddenly appeared at my fingertips, then flowed down my fingers and into the white porcelain teacup.

The teacup suddenly felt slightly cold, and an invisible force began to appear and disappear around it.

Chen Mu couldn't help but frown, because he noticed that the Crimson-Eyed Demon Pattern that had just appeared in his mind was rapidly dissipating. In just a few breaths, only a few strands remained.

"As expected, this is only a temporary activation of the Crimson-Eyed Demon Mark with the help of a medicinal catalyst. To truly master it, I still need to practice more." He couldn't help but sigh.

The burly old man, who had been working hard, couldn't help but widen his eyes. He quickly got up, took the teacup from Chen Mu's hand, and casually threw it into the Jade Belt River outside the window.

Chen Mu also got up and followed the burly old man to the window to look down.

A small splash of water rose from the teacup, then swayed and sank into the water. Then, with a pop, a bubble more than two meters in diameter suddenly appeared on the surface.

"You drew out the Crimson-Eyed Demon Mark on your first try? Tsk tsk, do you even have any talent left?" The burly old man raised an eyebrow at Chen Mu.

"My name is Xu Zhou. You can call me Old Xu or Old Man Xu, it's fine."

"This is my grandson, Xu Chang." The burly old man patted the handsome young boy's head and introduced him to Chen Mu with a smile.

"My name is Gongsun Sheng. I will need your guidance in the next few days," Chen Mu said with a smile and a fist salute.

(End of this chapter)