I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 62 The Xuan Cultivators of the New Era Are Too Arrogant!

The setting sun in winter is shrouded in mountain mist, cold and dim.

The demon cultivator had been waiting for this opportunity. He followed the auspicious position found by the art of looking at qi, and trotted down the mountain wearing a hundred-year-old cloth. In fact, he knew the art of hiding, but he was worried that the evil spirit might attract unnecessary attention, so he adopted the most primitive strategy of running away.

Fortunately, the sky at dusk was indeed dark enough, coupled with the gloomy winter in the south, which was enough to make most people unwilling to go out. But just as they walked out of the mountain fog and stepped onto the country road, they saw a mysterious cultivator coming towards them.

At this moment, the demon cultivator almost subconsciously wanted to take action, but then he realized that this place had entered the perception range of the Lucheng County town monster. Once he killed someone, the town monster would sound a warning, and the trouble would only get worse. So he suppressed his impulse, lowered his head and continued to move forward.

The Xuan Xiu was also focused at this time, his eyes fixed on the compass. When he felt someone in front of him, he just slightly moved sideways without even raising his head, and the two of them passed each other.

"I didn't expect that after a hundred years, these little guys are still using the same old tricks!"

The demon cultivator thought secretly in his heart, and he breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel proud of his unique system.

Ordinary cultivators, whether righteous or evil, cultivate their spirits and utilize their magical powers. They don't even need to enter the Dao; a simple glance at the spiritual aura of the spirit can distinguish between mortals and cultivators. Experienced cultivators can even judge a cultivator's realm and even their cultivation method based on the intensity, clarity, and transparency of the aura. In the case of demonic cultivators, they can even immediately discern the blood feud and karma.

However, his method of dividing the soul and the body was based on the corpse demon lineage, dividing himself into two parts: ghost and corpse. The ghost cultivates obsession, and the corpse attracts evil spirits. The combination of the two becomes a body full of turbid evil spirits.

As a result, he has neither the pure energy of heaven nor the pure will of gods. As long as he does not use magic in front of others, in the eyes of any Xuan cultivator, he is just a mortal among mortals, and a "top-grade" mortal who has lost his yang energy early, has a weak body, has complicated thoughts, and an impure mind. Not only does he have no talent for cultivation, but even the Yin gods are unwilling to pay attention to him when he goes to the temple to burn incense and pray for blessings.

However, he also understood that if he entered the city through the main gate, he would definitely have to undergo inspection. Without an identity pass and no testimony from his fellow villagers, his identity would be easily exposed.

After a little thought, he set his sights on a small river.

This small river is called Louchuan. It flows out from Xie Lake and has existed as early as two hundred years ago. If the magic cultivator's memory is correct, it should have several tributaries passing through Lucheng and finally reuniting at Mingjutan. Seeing that the water volume now is not much different from that year, it seems that the tributaries entering the city should still be there.

Thinking of this place, seeing that there was no one around, he plunged into the river and floated downstream relying solely on his perception of the evil energy of the earth.

then……

"Dangdang!"

"Good boy, he's actually on the iron bars!"

In the turbid river water, the demon cultivator forced his eyes open, looking at the rusty iron fence in the water. He was speechless for a moment, but this kind of protection could not stop him. He saw him holding the iron bar with both hands, and without even using his magic power, he broke the rusty iron bar with the zombie's limit-breaking strength.

Following the gap, the demon cultivator continued to move forward, his spiritual sense spreading, sensing the breath of the river.

Although the Lucheng he remembered was the same as it was a hundred years ago, from his previous observation on Ma'anshan Mountain, he saw that although the houses had been modified, the general layout had not changed much. After swimming for several miles along the Louchuan River, the popularity finally began to fade. Knowing that he had arrived in a sparsely populated area, he carefully poked his head out of the river and saw a house in the distance.

The style of this house is very different from that of a hundred years ago, but what attracts the attention of the demon cultivator the most is its dilapidated appearance. The expensive glass windows are shattered into pieces, and there are obvious scratches on the iron door. But what attracts his attention the most is the faint thunder aura.

Although it was already imperceptible, the demon cultivator still sensed the remaining traces by relying on the slightly numb feeling of his soul.

"Not long ago, a great monk performed a powerful thunder technique here!"

The demon cultivator's heart tightened, but he immediately left the stream. As his magic power flowed, heat rose, drying up his wet clothes and shaking off the mud and filth.

Although he knew that there had been a great monk here, he was also very clear that a monk who could use such thunder magic would definitely not escape his perception. Now there was no spiritual light around, and it seemed that the monk had moved to another residence. Although this house was dilapidated, as a place where such a hero had stayed, it should not be renovated in a short time. It could be a place to rest temporarily.

Thinking of this, the demon cultivator formed a seal with one hand, and a faint magical power spread out, concealing his figure. Unlike outside the city, where he had to avoid detection, he no longer deliberately avoided using magic inside the city. Even if a hundred years passed, the city would not be without its temples. If that gray rat dared to search the city, it would be the local city god who would deal with him first! "The thunder energy is condensed and not dissipated. It must have used a lot of magic power, but it lacks some changes. An ordinary cultivator? No, maybe he is too lazy to use skills?"

The demon cultivator felt the lingering aura in the room, shook his head, and began a simple search of the house.

"It was handled very cleanly. That's right. After all, we've just been attacked. Even if the enemy isn't strong, we still have to avoid their tricks. But having said that..."

The demon cultivator's expression turned strange when he thought of this. The traces of thunder magic here were no more than two days old. Considering what happened today when he was awakened, an answer was about to come out -

"I'm afraid I'm implicated?"

Thinking of this, a nameless anger rose up in his heart, but as a demon cultivator who could cultivate to the level of a grandmaster, he quickly suppressed his restless emotions.

The law of cause and effect is often the accumulation of coincidences. It is called a coincidence, but it may not be the result of human inspiration using coincidence to bring disaster upon oneself.

As he kept recalling the many predecessors who had fallen into the hands of seemingly coincidental people, the demon cultivator's mood gradually cooled down. He found a secluded room in the house and took out the items in the Hu Tian bag one by one and counted them. The Yin bag bound to the Hu Tian bag was still left in the dungeon because it bore too much weight and volume, but this was not a problem. Even if he could not retrieve it, he could only find a box or warehouse with enough capacity to bind it to it.

The top priority now is to figure out the current environment as quickly as possible.

Having experienced hundreds of years, he knew very well that a hundred years was enough time for a city to change its customs. If he rushed in, he would be exposed in no time. Fortunately, it was common for poor families to wear the same clothes for several generations. As long as he wore something a little worn, it shouldn't be a big problem.

Thinking of this, the demon cultivator had some ideas in his mind, so he sat down quietly. Now he was stuck at the node of reincarnation as a corpse demon, so conventional practice was definitely out of the question, but the existence of the talisman in the city restricted his hunting for furnaces and cauldrons.

Just as he was thinking about what to do in this long night, an alluring scent wafted from not far away.

He immediately perked up and came to the window. It wasn't far, but it was still more than two miles away. If it were a normal Xuan cultivator, he would definitely not be able to detect this subtle aura, let alone understand what it represented. But as a demon cultivator who had once cultivated with the vitality of others, he was very clear about the essence of this smell.

"Someone is actually using their own vital energy to feed a ghost spirit? And this amount, this purity... slurp! Could it be that after a hundred years, Xuan Xiu has developed a new method of extracting vital energy? Otherwise, why would someone waste it like this?"

The demon cultivator, who had not taken any nourishment for a hundred years, felt a little thirsty, but his reason forced him to suppress the desire.

However, he still remembered the direction from which the breath came, and planned to go look for this wasteful... no, arrogant junior after dawn tomorrow!

　People said that the previous introduction was difficult to understand, but now a Kong Yiji version has been added, which should be easier to understand...

　　ps: The writing about the basics of cultivation is too detailed... Old readers should all know that I started out by writing anime, so I have my own understanding of themes such as infinite flow and the universe.

　　I don't like learning a set of skills at the beginning and then using them all the time. I also don't like changing abilities every time I arrive in a new world. This is understandable. After all, if I have one skill that can do everything, then what's the point of traveling to other worlds? If I use new skills every time I change worlds, then wouldn't all the hard work I put into learning them be wasted?

　　So I think that the systems of Zhutian, Zongman, and Wuxianliu must be based on the protagonist's own thinking. We can't just use whatever is available. Instead, we must use all the systems into a theory and develop the protagonist's own independent system.

　　It's like the core abilities of a trickster are alchemy and mind, and he still uses alchemy and mind in the end, but in the process, he incorporates all kinds of strange things. In the end, the thing that destroys the world and reshapes the world at will, and transforms into billions of distorted beings, is completely different from the beginning. However, all his development trajectories and how he achieved them are presented to readers, and readers will not feel that a certain ability appears abruptly or unreasonable when continuing. I think this is a good ability system.

　　So the system at the beginning of my book must be complex.

　　It's like learning basic formulas at the beginning. Once you have learned them, you can apply them to any type of questions you encounter later. Instead of writing them after they are put on the shelves, it is better to make more settings during the free period.

　　
　
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