Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 119 The First Innate Acupoint!
Since Zhu Ju became an inner sect cultivator, Ning Ruxue's status as his "agent" has also risen.

Moreover, because of the frequent transactions and the profits she made, her life became more and more comfortable.

Just a few months.

Already radiant.

"Yellow rice?"

Ning Ruxue thought about it and nodded:

"I've heard of this thing before. Someone from the Heavenly Sword and Flying Phoenix veins grows it specifically for Senior Daoji to eat."

"Oh!" Zhu Ju's eyes lit up:
"Maybe?"

"This..." Ning Ruxue looked embarrassed:

"Brother, this is Senior Daoji's forbidden delicacy. Without Senior's gift, how could we dare to touch it?"

“Even my senior brother who grows yellow rice wouldn’t dare to hide it.”

The key is,
Although this thing is expensive, it is of little use to innate Qi cultivators, unless they have practiced the secret method of the soul.

After all, these people are a minority.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Zhu Ju. Calming incense and yellow millet were all things that were beneficial to the soul.

Senior Brother Zhu is most likely practicing the secret method of the soul!
"Then there's nothing we can do?" Zhu Ju frowned.

"Otherwise." Ning Ruxue thought for a moment and said:
"Maybe they can be found in the market."

"Then buy it." Zhu Ju breathed a sigh of relief:
“The price is easy to talk about.”

"Yes." Ning Ruxue nodded and hesitated for a moment before saying:
"Brother, there's something I'm not sure if I should tell you or not."

"Say!"

"Have you distributed your spirit stones last month?"

"Sent."

Zhu Ju was stunned and asked:

"Yours is not hairy?"

"No." Ning Ruxue shook her head gently:

"Most of the outer disciples haven't received their salaries. I made some inquiries and learned that some robbers attacked the mines not long ago and took away a large amount of Iron Evil Stone. This caused a sharp drop in our income and we had to stop paying our monthly salaries."

?

Zhu Ju's face darkened slightly.

There are no famous immortal sects in the Ten Thousand Mountains. Most of them are independent cultivators. The Mingxu Sect is a righteous sect.

What kind of robbery cultivator is so bold as to bully the immortal sect?

Taking a deep breath, he asked slowly:

"Has the sect taken any action?"

"The inspector came and conducted a brief investigation, but he didn't find the real culprit behind the incident." Ning Ruxue said:
"Senior Sister Pei doesn't seem to want people from the other two clans to interfere in our affairs."

"in addition……"

"Outer disciples have been killed one after another near the market town. I suspect someone is specifically targeting the Dragon Head lineage."

Zhu Ju looked thoughtful.

The situation is difficult!
The Mingxu Sect was already in decline, and the Longshou lineage had no Daoji to lead it. It was likely that it had been targeted by others a long time ago.

This is perfectly normal.

Treasure land of mines!

Golden Elixir inheritance!

Such a treasure is now only in the hands of a few innate Qi cultivators, so how could it not attract the covetousness of some people?

If Mingxu Sect hadn't been behind them, Longshou Peak would have been looted long ago.

"No need to worry."

As an inner disciple of the Dragon Head lineage and the one who holds the interests, Zhu Ju naturally protects his own sect.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Senior Brother Zhong Wen has been in seclusion to break through to the Dao Foundation Realm. He has taken the Foundation Establishment Pill, and the chances of a successful breakthrough are very high."

"Once we break through, these little villains won't be worth a sneer."

"Yes." Ning Ruxue replied.

"Having said that, we still need to be careful." Zhu Ju said:

"You don't need to go to the market too often recently. It's best to go with the core disciples, or ask others to take you along."

“Safety comes first.”

"Yes." Ning Ruxue blinked her beautiful eyes and smiled:
"Brother, are you worried about me?"

…………

Two months later.

Quiet room.

"open!"

With a low shout, the vital energy of heaven and earth above the courtyard suddenly became agitated and rolled inward violently.

It was as if there was an invisible mouth swallowing everything madly.

inside the room.

Zhu Ju's hair was flying, his clothes were dancing wildly, and the aura on his body kept rising until it suddenly gathered.

"Shh!"

The dim and quiet room suddenly lit up.

The light source came from Zhu Ju's right eye. His eyes were like a bright pearl or a star.

Shine!

The first innate orifice.

open!

As the right eye opened, the true energy in the body surged instantly, and the Disha true body also took a step forward.

There are almost signs of a small success in the true body.

even.

Even the power of the soul increased by three points.

Feeling his powerful body and the surging innate true energy in his body, Zhu Ju couldn't help but clench his hands.

"One clue?"

"No!"

"I should be considered a congenital Qi cultivator with two orifices opened, plus the second limit of ghost limit..."

"If I were to meet Huang Er now, I wouldn't need to launch a sneak attack to inflict a heavy blow. I would be able to kill him head-on within ten moves."

"I wonder what the outcome will be when facing Cao Xiong?"

Thinking of this, he shook his head slightly.

Cao Xiong is a congenital person who has broken through the three orifices, but that doesn’t matter. The second limit of the ghost and god limit is enough to narrow the gap between the two.

but,
Cao Xiong's Earthly Demon True Body has already achieved a small degree of success, and his body is so strong that it can easily tear apart gold and iron.

With the nourishment of innate true qi, its recovery ability is even more terrifying.

If you want to kill him, you must have a top-grade sword.

Otherwise it will be difficult to win.

of course.

If Zhu Ju could also cultivate his Earthly Demon True Body to the minor success level, he could rely on brute force to break through the defense.

"Xiao Cheng?"

"Opening the second acupoint should be enough."

After calming himself down, he looked up and around.

The quiet room was dim, but in his eyes it was as bright as day, even the dust on the ground was clearly visible.

Eyes,

Main vision.

When I opened the door, everything in the world became transparent and clear, just like a nearsighted person wearing suitable glasses.

Clear!

Clearer than ever!
Not just clear, but clearer.

Zhu Ju could see clearly the flying insects a hundred meters away, and even saw the hairs on the insects.

Even the amplitude of the insect's wings' vibrations and the afterimages were clearly visible. "Horrible!"

With a sigh, he murmured:
"No wonder they say that Xiantian Qi Refiners are no longer ordinary people. With such terrifying eyesight, I'm afraid it's comparable to that of a hawk."

"If all nine orifices were fully opened, I wonder what the scene would be like?"

"Well……"

Touching his chin, Zhu Ju whispered:

"Although the mages in the magic world have amazing intuition, the innate Qi cultivators are just as good after breaking through the orifice."

Walking to the kitchen, he took out a jade box, took out two taels of yellow rice and put it into a bowl.

After adding water and steaming, a light and refreshing fragrance is emitted.

The rice grains are crystal clear, soft, sweet and fragrant when you put them in your mouth, with wisps of hot steam going straight to your head.

With every sip, the power of the soul will increase slightly.

"As expected of a yellow rice worth only one ounce of spirit stone, its effect is many times stronger than that of tranquilizing incense."

Calming incense, mainly used to calm the mind.

The increase in spiritual power was not strong to begin with, and it became almost useless after advancing to a mage.

Huangliang rice is different. It is taken from the story of the Yellow Millet Dream. A bowl of Huangliang rice is comparable to ten days of quiet cultivation.

If he could take three bowls of yellow millet every day, Zhu Ju couldn't imagine how fast his magic skills would increase.

"pity!"

"This item is expensive and rare."

"It is said that the place where Huangliang rice is grown must be a sacred place, and it must be irrigated with sacred water and carefully cultivated. It can only be harvested once a year, and the yield is extremely small."

After licking the bottom of the bowl clean, Zhu Jufang put it down reluctantly.

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The world of magic.

Zhu Ju came to the Tomb Immortal's 'shop' again.

In addition to the familiar figure, the Tomb Fairy, there is also a figure wrapped tightly in the tomb tonight.

"Fellow."

The immortal in the tomb bowed:
"Congratulations, fellow Taoist, you have become a certified master!"

"You're welcome." Zhu Ju smiled faintly.
"Thanks to fellow Daoist for your guidance."

"Haha..." The Immortal in the Tomb laughed and stretched out his hand to beckon:
"Let me introduce you, fellow Taoist. This person is also a regular customer of mine. She heard that you have inherited the fortune from a fortune teller, so she came to ask me to arrange a meeting with you."

"Oh!" Zhu Ju understood and looked across at the other side:

"What do you call this fellow Taoist?"

"Miao Ran." A hoarse, old female voice sounded:

"Fellow Daoist, you can call me Miao Ran."

Miaoran?

Another name for a beautiful painting.

It seems that there is another person who is as proficient in the art of painting skin and creating puppets as "Xing Suanzi". No wonder he is interested in Xing Suanzi's relics.

However, the other party called himself "old man", but the smell on his body was very young, with a freshness of youth, which was completely different from the smell of decay on the old man.

This is not a magical method, but a unique perception of the innate Qi-refining master to the Qi and blood of other people's bodies. The magic in this world can hide the fluctuations of the soul, but cannot cover up the physical sensations.

Zhu Juxin understood, but did not expose it.

He had already copied down the things of Xing Suanzi, so naturally he didn't mind selling them, so he took them out one by one.

"Three Detailed Painting Scrolls", "Leather Art", "Puppet Making"...

There is also a long black whip.

"Fellow."

Zhu Ju spoke:
"As we've already said, the contents of the book were damaged because Xing Suanzi exploded before his death. This was not intentional on my part."

"I know." Miao Ran nodded, flipped through a few pages under the witness of the Immortal in the Tomb, and then fell into deep thought.

After a while.

She took several items from her body.

"The Soul-Shaking Drum, shaped like a rattle, is made from the skin of a wizard. It can shock the souls of others. A gentle shake can make children lose their minds and follow them. I got it from killing an evil sorcerer."

"The Nuo mask was used in ancient rituals. It contains the spirit of a different species. Wearing it can greatly increase the power of the soul, but there is a danger of getting lost in it."

"The Evil-Breaking Mirror can emit the light of the Gangyang, which can kill evil and kill enemies."

"..."

"Fellow Daoist, you're not interested?"

"Not really." Zhu Ju sighed.
"It's just that I want something powerful, magical tools, spells, materials, etc."

"I understand." Miao Ran nodded and took out something from his body:
"Spell to summon ghosts and gods!"

"This spell can capture souls and spirits, summoning ghosts and resentful spirits to kill enemies. Even a magician would find it difficult to resist if it is practiced to a high level."

?

Zhu Ju looked disappointed.

"This won't work?" Miao Ran's voice was filled with surprise, even a little exasperated, and her voice became shrill:
"Fellow Daoist, are you kidding me?"

"It's really not possible." Zhu Ju said:
"Is there nothing else, fellow Daoist?"

What the other party took out was actually not bad, and it was effective against mortals and even sorcerers, but it was useless to him.

Mortal, sorcerer, he has plenty of means at his disposal.

And the innate...

Even the ghosts and resentful ghosts summoned by the spell to summon ghosts and gods are not as powerful as a slight blow from the innate evil spirit.

After all, it's not very useful.

He even only briefly practiced Xing Suanzi's art of painting skin, without delving into it, and had little interest in similar methods.

"You..." Seeing that Zhu Ju's expression was normal, Miao Ran suppressed her anger and finally took out something from her body:
"This item is called the Ten Thousand Swords Diagram. It comes from the legendary Sword Sect. It is said that this diagram contains a method of controlling swords."

"Of course!"

"You can also use your spirit to inspire it. Then, thousands of swords will fly at once. Before your magic power is completely depleted, even a great wizard will have to avoid its sharp edge."

This is a scroll, which is nearly six feet long when unfolded, and contains about a thousand flying swords of various sizes.

The sword has spiritual light and can be driven by the soul.

but,

The spiritual light has dimmed, and I am afraid that it may not be used many times.

"It can be used three times." Miao Ran said:

"The methods of the Three Great Mage are indeed powerful, not to mention he also has a legendary sword-controlling technique."

Zhu Ju looked at the painting in front of him, deep in thought.

"Ten Thousand Swords?" He spoke slowly:
"This item comes from the Sword Sect. Where is the Sword Sect?"

"The Sword Sect disappeared five hundred years ago. It's normal that you don't know about it." The Immortal in the Tomb said:

"Five hundred years ago, the Sword Sect's reputation was no less than that of the current Tiandu Sect, and the strength of its sword cultivators was well known. However, several of the Sword Sect's True Immortals were subsequently possessed by demons, leading to the destruction of the Sword Sect and heavy losses among its disciples, ultimately leading to its complete demise."

"However, if you trace the source of the inheritance of the world's top swordsmen, most of them come from the Sword Sect."

Possessed?

Disappearance?

Why does it sound familiar?

Zhu Ju looked surprised and nodded slowly:
"I see!"

"what?"

Just as Zhu Ju was about to accept the deal, the Tomb Immortal's ears trembled slightly and suddenly spoke:
"Wait a moment, both of you. I'll be right back."

As he spoke, he jumped out of the tomb like a clever monkey, and soon returned to the two people's puzzled eyes.

"Something happened!"

The immortal in the tomb sounded excited:
"Zhushan Temple is breeding parasitic demon bees, committing crimes. The Yidu general has mobilized an army to suppress them."

"Zhushan Temple is keeping demons captive?" Miao Ran asked in surprise.
"A pure place of Buddhism..."

"But why are you so excited?"

"You don't understand." The Tomb Fairy's eyes flickered.

"Zhushan Temple has been established for three hundred years and is renowned far and wide. Every year, dignitaries and nobles offer countless offerings. It is said that every single Buddha statue in the Thousand Buddha Hall is made of pure gold."

"This three-hundred-year-old Buddhist temple must contain countless treasures. If we can capture it this time, the Ghost Market will be bustling for a long time!"

(End of this chapter)