Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 109 It Must Be So

Chen Mu's heart moved when he heard this, and he didn't dare to say anything more. After a while, his eyes flashed, and he leaned towards Han Jing and whispered, "Senior Sister, I have something to give you."

"There's more?..." Han Jing was a little surprised and muttered to herself, "What day is today..."

Chen Mu did not stop and took out another pill, but this time the pill was misty pink in color and full of spiritual energy, obviously of high grade.

Han Jing looked at it intently, but couldn't recognize the pill. She asked, "What is this?"

"This is a beauty-fixing pill."

Chen Mu pursed his lips and smiled, speaking softly.

He had asked for this Dingyan Pill from Wei Xingyou before.

At that time, Wei Xingyou happened to have refined a furnace of first-grade top-grade Dingyan Pills, and he caught up with him, so he took one. Wei Xingyou kept grumbling about this, saying that no one had ever taken advantage of him...

"Dingyan Pill!"

Han Jing exclaimed and quickly took the pill from Chen Mu's hand. She seemed much happier than the Barrier Breaking Pill that Chen Mu had just given her.

It's no wonder she reacted this way, because in the world of immortal cultivation, unless one practices some techniques to maintain youth, one's appearance will inevitably change as one ages. However, the higher the level of cultivation, the slower the rate of change.

And a first-grade, top-grade beauty pill like this can delay changes for at least twenty years. Which female cultivator would not be tempted? Of course, the premise is that she is a normal female cultivator. If it is someone with a strange heart and deliberately seeks to be ugly, it is a different matter.

The two of them had been running around all day, and it was almost dusk. If they looked into the distance at this time, they would see the setting sun and the rosy clouds shining brightly.

A streak of crimson sunset shone on the top of the cliff. Large and continuous clouds floated in the slightly dim sky, appearing as bright red as flames under the glow of the sunset.

The early autumn evening breeze blew, making their clothes dance.

For a moment, the two seemed to have received some kind of order, and no one spoke to disturb the tranquility.

Han Jing stretched out two fingers and pinched the misty pink Dingyan Pill. She kept looking for an angle to look at it. After a while, she finally found one. She raised the pill in her hand slightly and admired it in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Look, from where I'm standing, the pill is as big as the setting sun..."

Chen Mu didn't look at the pills, but looked at Han Jing with a happy smile and nodded continuously.

Her face was not absolutely beautiful, but at this moment, it looked like a flawless jade, reflecting the red glow in the sky, making her particularly beautiful at this moment.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. The two figures in the dusk, like this ageless sea-crossing cliff, became the background, blending into this landscape painting under the setting sun...

Until the twilight faded from the horizon and the moonlight began to shine, Han Jing suddenly stood up, lowered his brows to look at Chen Mu who was still sitting cross-legged, and said softly: "Junior brother, I hope that both you and I can enter the foundation-building stage..."

Her tone was very soft, like a veil caressing Chen Mu's face.

Chen Mu nodded immediately and replied, "Of course!"

Han Jing smiled after receiving the answer and turned to leave, but the words that she had not finished just now emerged in her mind: "If we have reached the foundation-building stage, you will not avoid talking about it anymore..."

After several attempts, she had a rough idea of ​​Chen Mu's thoughts.

In fact, it was not just Chen Mu. She was also very conflicted. On the one hand, she did have a lot of feelings for Chen Mu, but on the other hand, she didn't dare to really express her feelings and was full of concerns.

"Leaving it to be verified over time... is also an option."

At this time, Chen Mu had also stood up and stood on the sea-viewing platform, watching Han Jing's back as she walked down the mountain for a long time...

After a long time, he turned around and went back to Tinghai Pavilion. After tidying up, he sat cross-legged with a thoughtful look on his face.

"It seems that the bottleneck of the ninth level of Qi Condensation is a bit more difficult than I imagined." "But there's no need to worry too much. Things will work out in time. The most urgent thing is to reach the bottleneck as soon as possible..."

Chen Mu's face calmed down. He took out a pill and swallowed it immediately. He used his magic power to wrap it and began to refine it.

……

The next morning, Chen Mu let out a long breath, finished his training, and stood up. Instead of pushing the door open and leaving as usual, he took out a jade slip and looked at it intently.

It was the jade slip that recorded the Xuanyuan Mist Dragon Technique from the monk from Chixia Island.

"By intercepting the Mysterious Essence and integrating it into the magic pattern, the Mist Dragon will possess divine power..."

Chen Mu murmured, then laughed out loud, thinking to himself.

"You're quite arrogant! You're claiming to be able to intercept Xuan Yuan with just one spell..."

Even he, a low-level cultivator in the Qi Condensation Stage, knew that Xuanyuan was not some other thing, but the chaotic and unified energy before the separation of heaven and earth. Not to mention him, even the Jindan Patriarch of his sect Shuiyunjian could not access such immortal things.

He laughed for a moment, then changed his mind and said, "That's not right. What it says is that after finding the Xuan Yuan and integrating it into the magic pattern, the fog dragon will gain consciousness. I don't need it to gain consciousness, as long as I can use it, isn't that enough?"

He nodded slightly and continued looking down.

Not long after, he smiled and understood the key to practicing this technique.

"As mentioned above, this technique cannot be transformed into mist by mana alone. It requires the use of specific spiritual materials to open a mist orifice in the dantian. When the spell is cast in this way, the spiritual mist stored in the mist orifice gushes out with extremely powerful force..."

"Some of the magic spells of the monks from the East China Sea are truly exquisite." He suddenly remembered another top-level spell of the monks from Chixia Island, the giant hand that could hold up the sky. Unfortunately, there was no record of that spell in his storage bag.

Chen Mu shook his head, suppressed his thoughts, and continued to look at the jade slip.

"The best ones are the fog beads produced in the body of the East China Sea monster, the fog mirage clam." He silently recited the requirements for specific spiritual materials, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly slapped the storage bag.

The next moment, a transparent jade bottle suddenly appeared in his hand, and in the bottle were two misty white round beads the size of a baby's fist.

"Mist beads." He copied the record about mist beads in the jade slip, and smiled after a moment, confirming that this bead was the specific spiritual material for practicing Xuanyuan Mist Dragon Technique.

This was also found among the relics left by the monks of Chixia Island. Chen Mu didn't recognize what it was before, so he accepted it for the time being. He didn't expect to use it so soon.

He immediately poured out one, examined it with his spiritual sense, and swallowed it directly.

After a while, the mist beads flowed into his dantian. He followed the records on the jade slip, making hand gestures with both hands and moving his lips constantly.

Not long after, a tiny crack suddenly appeared out of nowhere in his dantian. It was not noticeable, as if it had been cut open by someone. If you use your spiritual sense to explore it, you will find that there is nothingness inside the crack.

Chen Mu remained calm and immediately drove the mist beads into the crack.

What’s strange is that the moment the mist bead entered, the cracks gradually disappeared.

He continued to move, arriving on the water lotus and using his spiritual consciousness as a brush, he began to write the spell patterns unique to the Mysterious Cloud Mist Dragon Technique...

Half a day later, Chen Mu, who was sitting cross-legged in Tinghai Pavilion, opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

With the ready-made fog beads, the fog orifices have been opened, and the magic patterns have been formed. This technique can be considered to have been cultivated, but it cannot be performed now. I can only carefully comprehend it and practice diligently for some time before I can see the charm of this technique.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, not wanting to waste time, and immediately picked up the jade slip and looked at it intently. His fingers kept waving as he comprehended it, as if he was trying to follow the instructions inside...

(End of this chapter)