Zongman: Is this how it’s sewn?

Chapter 171 169. Taoist Weird Immortal + Parasitic Cultivation =?
"Well, what about the subsequent exercises of the Xuantian Sutra?" Xu Zhenqing didn't know if it was okay. This was what the other party thought was being watched by the Lord God, but in fact the Lord God didn't care about this matter at all.

At most, we will deal with whether the exchange is forced, and the rest can be done casually. Then, after returning from the mission world, the main god will be allowed to recover and ask whether the mental control methods have been broken. It can be said that this is a perfect one, and it can be regarded as a misunderstanding caused by information gap.

"Just be patient, you won't lose anything, just let me give it to you." Meng Linger said with a smile, not caring about one or two books of martial arts.

Xu Zhenqing didn't discuss this topic too much, but turned to another one: "Okay, let's discuss the horror movie issue next, focusing on exchange and training."

"Sure, how do you want to exercise?" The girl turned sideways, revealing her beautiful profile. Her black hair fell like tassels, her star-like eyes were looming, she had a straight nose, red lips and white teeth, and the Qingluan hairpin accessory was quite exquisite.

Xu Zhenqing sneered inwardly, but said calmly, "Ling'er, you're just like your mother, Gu Xiaosang, a little witch, a little demon girl."

"Lululu, don't think that just because there is a novel in this world that doesn't know right from wrong, it's great." Ling'er threw down a hairpin and hurried to her room.

After taking the hairpin, Xu Zhenqing smiled knowingly. After injecting magic power into it, the hairpin turned into a three-foot green sword. Compared with the red flying sword, this was a magical weapon for close combat.

The next day, after discussing, the two decided to exchange some healing tools and props for special situations, and not stop until all the reward points were used up.

Ling'er, who was used to spending money lavishly, had learned for the first time to save money and pursue cost-effectiveness, and she even enjoyed it.

Time flew by as they recuperated in the main god's space. The two of them came together at the same time and stepped into the main god's light column.

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Xu Zhenqing glanced at the last newcomer to wake up and complained in his heart, "This is truly the worst newcomer in all the reincarnation spaces. He started out lying in a vegetative state for ten days."

The intense pain in his body and the strange wriggling sensation inside his body gradually woke him up.

This bare stone chamber is made entirely of rock, with the stones fitting together tightly like tofu cut with a knife. There is no furniture in the entire chamber except for a cushion under the buttocks.

The gate, let's call it the gate, had two oil lamps lit, emitting a dim light that barely illuminated the stone chamber.

In the dim light, I lowered my head and lifted my collar, and saw worm-like things wriggling under my skin, densely packed together. Some of them even drilled into my body, causing excruciating pain.

Some of the worms pierced his skin and crawled out, bleeding profusely. Only then did he see that they were black worms.

This was a broken tentacle, and he could even clearly see the broken cross-section, like an octopus tentacle.

The tentacle fell to the ground, died, and quickly rotted, like a sticky mass of rotten meat, emitting a foul smell.

However, he felt that the wriggling sensation in his body was also weakening, as if countless insects had shrunk and were hiding in his lower abdomen.

Someone scoffed. "Hey, the vegetative patient is awake?"

"Vegetative? Yes, I was hit by a car and fell into a coma. My body has obviously grown a lot bigger. I heard my mother crying intermittently in the dark." The young man's expression changed slightly, and he hit his stomach hard, as if he wanted to beat the thing in his stomach to death.

The old Taoist priest in a green robe, with gray hair and beard, sitting high up said calmly, "This disciple, your spirit has just returned to its place. You should not waste too much time on your thoughts. Let's stop here for today's lecture. Shinohara Shingo, right? Follow me."

"Farewell, Elder!"

Aside from a few natives filled with envy, most of the reincarnated beings breathed a sigh of relief. This elder's sleeves were covered in tentacles, his hair and beard covered in thin white nematodes. Xu Zhenqing, however, lazily fell asleep. "Is cultivating immortality really just parasites taking over your body? It's neither cultivation nor non-cultivation. If you cultivate, you're a parasite, and if you don't, you'll become parasite food." Shingo Shinohara's heart trembled. Under the gaze of the crowd, he followed the elder's steps, like a student who had made an error.

Shingo Shinohara could vaguely feel that the parasite in his lower abdomen began to wriggle again, as if a tentacle was crawling along his abdomen, along his neck, and slowly towards his brain.

Arriving at the bottom of the dark and gloomy dungeon, the sound of iron chains clashing echoed in his ears, and the foul water dripping from above his head emitted an indescribable stench, prompting Shingo Shinohara to quicken his pace.

Seeing the dilapidated ceiling above his head, Shingo Shinohara couldn't help but sigh.

Because of the chains in the prison, everyone's range of movement is limited.

These real people and fairies, either sitting or lying, dressed in green Taoist robes or purple robes, are dragons or insects, immortals or mortals, but they are neither human nor ghost, and appear to be crazy. They say things like spiritual energy is insects and immortals are insects.

"Are they all immortals?" Shingo Shinohara murmured.

"How stupid! How come these real people have become immortals before they even ascended to heaven?" someone said from the side.

The voice sounded like the girl who entered with him. Looking at her, she had white teeth, red lips, sparkling eyes, and snow-white skin matched with a white dress. She was like a scenery in a painting, extremely beautiful.

It was obvious that this girl had not practiced cultivation. Compared with the elder, Shingo Shinohara suddenly had the urge to escape. If she could cultivate immortality to that level, could this still be cultivated?
Shingo Shinohara asked knowingly, "Why are all these people imprisoned here? Are their cultivation levels the same as the elders?"

"You're overthinking it. These are all great immortals in the Golden Core stage! Only by forming a golden core and awakening supernatural powers can one have the immortal demeanor like the elder!" The girl's words revealed excitement, but she turned her head and laughed.

After hearing this sudden laughter, I didn't have time to doubt it. I had no patience for insects and couldn't help shivering.

"All disciples, listen to my orders. Pay homage to the Sect Master, Master Xuan Yang."

"Greetings to the Master!"

After bowing respectfully, Shingo Shinohara looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young Taoist priest standing by the entrance hall, holding a whisk in his hand. He had a dignified appearance and a handsome appearance.

The head of the sect had long black hair and wore a red Taoist robe. He had a copper coin mask on his face, a purple-spiked sword and a copper coin sword on his back, a red bamboo slip hanging on his waist, a Taoist bell in his hand, and some black tattoos on his arms and the backs of his hands.

The two seemed to be close. The head of the sect immediately shook the elder's hand and greeted him earnestly, "Master Danyang, seeing you today made my stomach churn and I almost vomited my leftover food."

"Drawing Qi into the body nourishes the body."

"Condense the Qi to form a pill, and supernatural powers will naturally emerge."

"Breaking the pill and transforming into an infant, it's like being born."

"Separate your spirit and ascend to heaven, and be free and at ease."

"The master's cultivation has become more and more profound. It is difficult for me to detect the performance of the above realms." Danyang Zhenren answered with a smile, then glanced at the prison next to him. A cold light flashed. It was a flying sword spit out by a jailer. The right tentacle was cut off and blood was dripping.

　The next chapter will be posted later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)