Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Chapter 32 Wild Dog Cave

After pondering for a moment, Man Xiongmu said, "I will stay in the cave for a few more days and teach you the magic. I want to see who dares to plot against my Qiyun Cave."

He looked at Wu Tian and said, "You don't need to worry. My master is still cultivating inside the cave. As long as he stays inside, I don't think they will dare to break into the cave."

"Calm down, I will teach you the Silk-Drawing Spell."

"This incantation is also the core of our Qiyun Cave lineage's weapon-refining technique. When cultivated to a high level, one can extract the essence of plants and trees into silk, then refine it with wind and clouds, and nourish it with the energy of the underworld, thus obtaining Yin Soul Silk."

"Whether it's used to weave banners, robes, or whips, it's very suitable. My own magical artifacts are also woven from Yin Soul Silk."

"Over the years, the resources I need for cultivation have mostly been obtained through the exchange of Yin Soul Silk."

"This is the true foundation of your livelihood; you must not underestimate it."

Upon hearing this, Wu Tian immediately understood. Man Xiong Mu trusted him even more and increased his training efforts, even teaching him such a core spell.

In the blink of an eye, he was already prostrate on the ground, his head slightly bowed, and he transmitted his voice, "Disciple thanks Master."

Man Xiongmu was taken aback at first, but quickly shook his head and chuckled: "You're quite clever. Never mind, although I can't include you in the register yet, I will pass on my teachings to you, so it's not unreasonable for you to call me master."

"I only hope that you can shed your beastly body and transform into a human form as soon as possible, then the Great Dao will be within your reach."

He said no more and began to carefully teach the Silk-Pulling Spell.

This spell is indeed complex. Although it is still a secret spell and not considered a superior one, in terms of complexity, it surpasses even superior spells.

There are 145 incantations alone, more than the Thunder Sound Incantation.

After Manxiongmu finished teaching, the system panel naturally changed.

The Silk Extraction Spell is a secret incantation that can extract the essence of plants and trees, turning it into fine threads. These threads are considered low-grade spiritual materials. Upon completion of the spell, one can extract threads from clouds and breezes. When combined with the corresponding illustrations, one can obtain mid-grade spiritual material Cloud Brocade Silk.

Wu Tian's eyes lit up when he saw the introduction on the system panel.

Low-grade spiritual materials are fine, they can basically only be used to forge magical artifacts. Although they far surpass ordinary swords and armor, they are of little use to those at the level of forging cauldrons and refining techniques.

When Wu Tian listened to lectures in the Dharma Transmission Hall, he had heard some of them and knew that the protective tools used by practitioners were divided into incantation tools, Dharma tools, and Dharma treasures.

In the Foundation Building and Qi Cultivation Realm, most people use magical artifacts.

Once one reaches the realm of casting cauldrons and refining magic, one begins to forge magical artifacts.

Only those at the Dao Embryo Primordial Spirit Realm can wield magical treasures.

To forge protective artifacts, spiritual materials are required. Low-grade spiritual materials can only be used to forge spell artifacts, mid-grade spiritual materials can be used to forge magic artifacts, and high-grade spiritual materials can be used to forge magic treasures.

In this world, both cursed artifacts and magical artifacts are extremely rare. Even cursed artifacts require many low-grade spiritual materials to refine, making them extremely precious.

Ritual implements require decades of forging and tempering in the fire of a cauldron during the casting process. They are not as common as the folk tales suggest, with each person possessing seven or eight pieces.

The Dharma Transmission Hall has three deacons, but only one of them successfully forged a magical artifact called the Soul-Severing Hook. It can not only cut through iron like mud, but also slay evil spirits, making it extremely terrifying.

It was with this Soul-Severing Hook that he became the leader among the three deacons. Occasionally, when he preached to his disciples, he would bring out the magic weapon, which would draw exclamations and envy from the disciples.

"Qiyun Cave actually has a lineage for forging mid-grade spiritual materials; its foundation is quite profound."

Wu Tian was also pleasantly surprised. The further one progresses on the path of cultivation, the more resources are needed. Relying solely on traveling and hoping for good luck, or fighting and killing, is not advisable. If there is a lineage that produces spiritual materials, that would be the foundation.

"Alright, the Silk-Pulling Spell has been passed on to you. Now focus on your practice." Manxiong Mu then asked, "How have your practice of opening your meridians been going these past few days? Has it been going smoothly?"

Wu Tian answered honestly, "This disciple has already opened up the five orifices."

"So fast?" Man Xiongmu was somewhat surprised. "It seems that you will be able to open your acupoints and start circulating qi in two or three months at most." After a moment's thought, he said, "In that case, I will need to prepare a magical artifact for you in advance."

“We cultivators not only need the methods to seek the Tao, but also the tools to protect it, so that we can safeguard our lives.”

"When you are in the Qi Circulation Realm, you can forge the spell weapon and nurture it while circulating your Qi day and night. This will allow the spell weapon to connect with your own Qi, making it easier to use."

"Moreover, most people who reach the Casting Cauldron Realm use their own magical artifact as the embryo, add mid-grade spiritual materials, and continue to forge and nurture it to transform it into a magical artifact. This can save a lot of hard work."

"You are born with the body of a beast, so you should think carefully about what kind of magical artifacts you want to forge."

……

Just as the master and disciple were exchanging teachings in the cave, Huang Ren also rushed to Wild Dog Cave, one of the thirty-six caves, after finishing transporting the ingredients and goods.

Upon arriving at Wild Dog Cave, they saw a forest outside the cave. This forest was not made of ordinary grass and trees, but of spiritual roots called Ironwood. The trees were as hard as iron and were excellent spiritual materials for making flagpoles.

Wild Dog Cave holds a special position among the Thirty-Six Caves. Its founder was a direct disciple of the founding ancestor, but he took a different path and combined the Yin Soul Path of Hundred Beasts to create his own unique way.

The Wild Dog Cave's lineage is extremely exquisite, second only to the White Bone Demon God Path of the sect leader's direct lineage, making it the most outstanding among the thirty-six caves.

Even though the younger generation has been incompetent in recent years, the current cave master has still achieved the realm of refining magic, and his magic power is profound and his spells are exquisite. He has the potential to become a Dao embryo.

However, the Wild Dog Cave lineage has a history of eccentric and aloof personalities, rarely interacting with its disciples, and being extremely vengeful, which makes it even more difficult for people to get close to them.

When Huang Ren arrived at Wild Dog Cave, he was somewhat flustered. Just as he was hesitating, he heard someone laughing and saying, "Where did this fatso come from? How dare you come to my Wild Dog Cave? Are you looking for a beating?"

Huang Ren was startled. He turned around and saw a boy of about five or six years old in the woods. The boy was dressed in brocade clothes, had a silver ring around his neck, and had two buns on his head. He was looking at Huang Ren with a grin.

Behind the boy were seven or eight other people, including teenagers and men in their twenties or thirties.

One of the ugly young men grinned and said, "Fatty, this isn't a place for you. If you don't want to get beaten up, you'd better lie down and get out of here."

Upon hearing this, the leading boy clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "I've never seen a fat person roll around before. You're so round and chubby, you must roll very fast."

Upon hearing this, everyone else started to jeer.

"Get lost, fat man."

"Quickly roll it into a ball so my junior brother can see it."

"Get lost, or you'll get beaten up."

Huang Ren was both ashamed and angry, but he dared not lose his temper in front of the Wild Dog Cave. His fat face turned red, and he was already thinking of leaving.

But the boy was not about to give up. He was the son of the Wild Dog Cave Master, named Tong Jin, and was only six years old. He was very much loved and flattered by his fellow disciples. At such a young age, he was arrogant and unruly.

At this moment, he had a mischievous idea and insisted on making Huang Ren roll around on the ground.

Surrounded and humiliated by the crowd, Huang Ren was so angry he was about to grind his teeth to powder. Just as someone was about to make a move, he quickly shouted, "Wait, wait! I came here to report to the cave master that I discovered a wild dog that had become a spirit."

Upon hearing this, Tong Jin's eyes lit up. She quickly stopped everyone, grabbed Huang Ren, and asked, "Quickly, where is that dog demon?"

Huang Ren remained silent. These Wild Dog Cave disciples were behaving so erratically that if he spoke, he might be forced to lead the way, and as for any merit, he could forget about it.

He already regretted coming here, but at this point he could only bite the bullet and say loudly, "I am Huang Ren, the steward of the catering establishment. I request an audience with the master of Wild Dog Cave. I have a report on the whereabouts of a dog demon."

Upon hearing this, the boy's face immediately turned fierce. "You fatso, what do you mean by this?"

Before the words were finished, a voice came from inside the cave, "Jin'er, don't be rude."

(End of this chapter)