Alien Science Cultivation

…Old Golden Eagle, it seems you know a lot about black spiritual energy. It seems I should get to the entrance to Hell soon! … It seems you've been keeping an eye on me for a long time… You could just say no… You've wasted 1081 million brain cells… What a calculus you've been making…” Zhang Qiang pondered, silently cursing the Golden Eagle ancestor's shamelessness! However, his hand proactively rested on Ni Fang's shoulder, using his spiritual sense to guide the black spiritual energy from her dantian through the meridians in his hand and into Ni Fang's meridians and dantian. As the black spiritual energy entered the damaged area, compressed and pulled by Zhang Qiang's spiritual sense, it gathered at Ni Fang's damaged dantian and meridians. He then used his spiritual sense to mobilize Ni Fang's stem cells, first regenerating the original meridian and dantian material, then integrating the black spiritual energy body into it. He then guided or waited for the black spiritual energy body to exchange with the previously intact golden energy body in the meridians, achieving a balanced strength in the meridians and dantian!

Several black-robed guards stood guard over Zhang Qiang and Ni Fang, the atmosphere so tense it felt like water could drip from them. Zhang Qiang was sweating profusely, beads of sweat streaming down his cheeks. His entire body was drenched in sweat, his clothes clinging tightly to his body. They were so nervous they dared not breathe, their eyes fixed on Zhang Qiang and Ni Fang, their hands unconsciously clenched, yet they were helpless and could only pray silently in their hearts.

Time ticked by, and after six hours, Zhang Qiang opened his eyes wearily. His eyes revealed a deep weariness, and his eyelids felt heavy, as if a thousand-pound weight had been hanging on them. He glanced at the black-robed figures, seeing their anxious, nervous, and hesitant expressions. He smiled faintly and said, "Alright... Hard work pays off... You Saints will surely make rapid progress in the future." Feeling his body damp, Zhang Qiang couldn't help but sigh, "Damn... This is the first time since I started cultivating immortality that I've sweated so much, and I'm completely soaked... I'll never easily repair someone's Dantian and meridians again! It's simply... it's simply... I used one-third of my black spiritual energy to repair Ni Fang's Dantian and meridians. Feeling the powerful effect of the black spiritual energy, I resolutely directed another third of the black spiritual energy into Ni Fang's newly repaired energy body. Now, Ni Fang's meridians and the outer wall of her Dantian have taken on a light black hue. I estimate that the strength of her Dantian and meridians is now several times greater than before. Moreover, under the constant influence and baptism of the golden and black spiritual energy, I can hardly estimate how much strength they will achieve in the future..." Zhang Qiang pondered, looking up to see the sky gradually darkening, the inky night slowly swallowing up the remaining light on the horizon. "I need to hurry and absorb the black spiritual energy to strengthen my survival skills. Then, I need to find a way to get to the entrance to Hell as quickly as possible! It'll be troublesome once they wake up..." With that, Zhang Qiang stood up and, amidst the countless thanks from the black-robed figures, made his way to the Spirit Pond. The waters of the Spirit Pond shimmered, exuding a mysterious aura. Zhang Qiang sat down on a random rock and frantically absorbed the two-colored spiritual energy, channeling it from various parts of his body into his third dantian.

"Logically, my meridians and Dantian should be gray or black... Why are they neither gray, nor black, let alone gold... Forget it... How should I get out tomorrow...? What excuse can I make...? I'll go ask Black Robe tomorrow! After all, he's a killer... He must have plenty of ways..." Silence lasted all night. The next morning, the warm sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows. Zhang Qiang found the Black Robe captain and told him that he had to go to the entrance of hell, and he didn't want Ni Fang and the eldest brother to know. As for the specific reason, Zhang Qiang remained silent, his deep eyes revealing determination and resoluteness. The captain knew that it would be rude to ask any further. Besides, who among the immortal cultivators doesn't have secrets and goals to pursue! As for not wanting the eldest brother and Ni Fang to know, Black Robe also understood the reason...

"That kid's easy to fool... but our Saint is incredibly careful... the only way to do that is to make him lose his mind due to grief..." the black-robed captain said, his brow furrowed, his eyes filled with worry. "What can we do?" Zhang Qiang asked anxiously.

"Escape from the shell... I'll send you out. Find a monster like the red-blood centipede and kill it. I have the Cauldron of Heaven and Earth in my hand, so I'm not afraid of monsters below level six... I also have... and... several corpses of Qingshan Sect disciples in my space ring... I've wanted to deal with them for a long time, but I'm afraid that the Saint will find out... It doesn't matter whether I live or die, but I can't die before the Saint reaches the Shadow Clan safely..." The man in black robe briefly introduced the method in a low and serious voice.

"Okay... let's do it... remember to keep the secret for me... unless I come out alive to find you, don't come in to find me..." Zhang Qiang said solemnly.

"good……".

A killer being a killer, the two of them painstakingly killed a Crimson-Blooded Centipede. Choosing the Crimson-Blooded Centipede was Zhang Qiang's idea, as he had experience. A large pit, combined with the captain's cauldron, smashed the Crimson-Blooded Centipede's flesh into a pulp, leaving only its head. Then, they dressed the corpse of a Qingshan Sect disciple in Zhang Qiang's clothes and stuffed it into the centipede's mouth, fiddling with it for a few moments. The scene was horrific... The captain was about to disfigure the corpse, but Zhang Qiang stopped him. With a flick of his mind, the face instantly became identical to Zhang Qiang's...

"That's amazing... It would be a shame if you don't join the Shadow Clan if you have such skills... I've seen many disguises, but they can't compare to yours..." the captain exclaimed.

"Okay... I'll teach you next time we meet, and I'll leave the rest to you..."

"Don't worry... If I can't handle this... I'm not worthy of being a member of the Shadow Clan... Be careful on your journey..."

"Okay...see you later..." Zhang Qiang bowed and said goodbye.

After confirming his position, Zhang Qiang vanished from the scene in a flash, his figure as swift as lightning. The black-robed captain watched him go, muttering, "You must return... I haven't had the chance to repay you for your kindness to the Shadow Clan yet... I owe you another favor... Saint... I'm sorry... When you reach the Shadow Clan safely, I'll die as an apology..."

Zhang Qiang advanced cautiously, his spiritual sense monitoring his surroundings for any signs of movement. Over four hours, Zhang Qiang had already slain four Crimson Blood Centipedes and circumvented a Shadow Demon Spider and a dark python. Adhering to the principle of avoiding action whenever possible and avoiding any obstacle he could avoid, Zhang Qiang practiced the art of survival to the extreme! He constantly enveloped a 4-foot radius of his surroundings with his spiritual sense. As the sky gradually darkened, the inky darkness enveloped the land, and the demonic beasts seemed to have diminished considerably, Zhang Qiang suspected that a ghost was about to appear.