I was almost eaten at the beginning, luckily I was able to transfer the negative status

Under the influence of that powerful repulsive force, the fused original power and vitality exploded directly, and it was impossible to attract the mental power to condense the Yang God.

"It really doesn't work..."

Sensing everything that happens in the Dantian.

Zhou Heng sighed helplessly in his heart.

In fact, he had already anticipated this result, but he was unwilling to give up because he did not get a definite result.

After all, beings like Quasi-Sage Wusheyou and Great Celestial Venerable Zhishe have access to plenty of methods of cultivating immortals.

If the vital or dead energy collected by different cultivation methods can truly be used interchangeably, then why don't these powerful beings simply copy the energy-gathering methods of other cultivation methods when creating their own? This would be much easier than figuring out their own methods.

And through the attempt just now.

Zhou Heng discovered that simply using the Qi-gathering methods of other techniques would not make the creator of that technique the source of his supernatural powers.

In this way, if you just copy the Qi-gathering methods of other exercises, you don’t have to worry about any problems arising from doing so.

Therefore, the reason why such an easy and happy phenomenon of plagiarism did not occur can only be because the means of gathering Qi are not universal and must be adapted to the corresponding scriptures of Refining Qi and Transforming the Spirit. The scriptures are the absolute core of a method of cultivating immortals.

"How on earth did the creators of these scriptures come up with these illogical verses?"

Zhou Heng suddenly felt a headache.

If he doesn't want to become the source of extraordinary martial arts in the future, he must practice martial arts of his own creation.

But he now has a total of eleven methods of cultivating immortals at his disposal, but he did not see any commonalities or rules in the scriptures of those eleven methods.

In this way, he had no idea how to create his own martial arts.

"Alas... Cultivating immortality is difficult, creating a new method is even more difficult, and living a good life is even more difficult...

Forget it, let’s not think about these things for now. Let’s just practice and study slowly.

Nowadays, the means of gathering energy are not universal. If I want to practice faster in this realm of Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation, I must practice a technique with more means of gathering energy.

The Wuwang Bingxin Sutra has too few ways to gather energy. The one with the most ways to gather energy that I have now is the Zhizhan Tingge Sutra, which has eight objects for gathering vital energy and seven objects for gathering dead energy.

Since this is the case, from now on I will turn to practicing the Sutra of Stopping War and Ending War."

Secretly make the arrangements for the future.

Zhou Heng immediately stood up and walked towards the mortal city outside the jungle.

Simply changing your practice does not require consuming vital energy or dead energy, you just need to recite the scriptures silently.

He planned to find an inn in that city to stay, and first transform the roots of his current Yang God and Yin God into the "Sutra of Stopping the War".

As for those white-horned deer whose energy had been sucked away, they were already worthless, and the inner core of the monsters in their bodies had long since turned to ashes, so he was too lazy to recycle them and let them take up space in the storage bag.

……

Sanhe City.

Gate No. 7.

Sanhe City can be said to be a mortal city, but in fact it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as a country.

Because its area is so huge, it is at least comparable to Xinjiang on Earth, and its population is at least over 100 million.

The fact that they were able to build such a huge city is enough to show that the cultivators who created this city are quite powerful and numerous, and they are most likely a family of cultivators.

The currency used in Sanhe City is Sanhe Coin, and one needs to pay a Sanhe Coin to enter or leave the city.

Outsiders like Zhou Heng naturally did not have Sanhe coins. Therefore, Sanhe City set up a coin exchange office at each city gate, where people could exchange food, medicinal materials and other practical items for a corresponding number of Sanhe coins.

I'm new here and have no grudges against anyone.

Zhou Heng naturally would not allow the bully to break into the city, but honestly exchanged the five bodies of the frightened white-horned deer for a full million Sanhe coins from the currency exchange office.

Sanhe City is extremely prosperous.

If we ignore the fact that all the mortals in this city are the nourishment raised by the practitioners, this place can definitely be called a paradise on earth for mortals.

"I don't know what kind of cultivator this city founder is. If I have the chance, I could learn from his experience in building cities and raising people."

Strolling along the street connecting to Gate No. 7 in Sanhe City, looking at the bustling crowds coming and going on the street, and the happy smiles on their faces.

Zhou Heng couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the founder of this city took really good care of the mortals in the city.

If mortals live happily, they can have more children and raise them. If they have more children, they can use some of them for cultivation or trading. Such a healthy method of raising children is really worth learning.

(This is a dark story, as the introduction clearly states, so the protagonist's heart is definitely black. Don't argue with me and say that the protagonist is inhumane. If you want to read a saintly story, please leave now. Don't force yourself to read it if you can't, and then give a bad review in the end. Such saintly bitches are simply a hundred times more disgusting than the protagonist. Everything in the book is fake, but you are harming others in real life.)

He walked slowly to the door of a five-story restaurant and inn on the side of the street.

Zhou Heng just showed his intention to enter the store.

The waiter who was waiting at the door to solicit customers immediately stepped forward and greeted him with great tact.

"Hey... Sir, would you like to come to Cuixiang Pavilion for a drink? Today, we've invited Mr. Cui to tell a story. The show is about to begin, and we promise to give you a good meal and drink!"

"Oh, storytelling? Interesting. Give me a private room and you can prepare a table of food."

"Okay... Sir, please come in, to the Bamboo Box on the second floor."

After hearing Zhou Heng's instructions, the waiter immediately led the way with a happy face.

This Cuixiang Pavilion has five floors.

The first floor is the lobby, with a storytelling stage in the center and dining tables around it. The second floor is the private rooms, through the side windows of which one can look down at the storytelling scene in the lobby. As for the third floor and above, there are guest rooms for the hotel.

Come to the Bamboo Box.

Sit comfortably by the wide-open windowsill.

Zhou Heng immediately saw the half-foot-high storytelling stage in the center of the lobby below. The stage was surrounded by a hazy screen. In the middle of the screen was a set of tables and chairs. Sitting there was a thin man who looked to be about thirty years old, with a clean, short beard on his chin.

Looking at the thin man's unusually bright eyes.

"His eyes are full of brilliance, he has a scholarly air, and his mental strength is beyond ordinary.

He is indeed a scholar, and the path of a scholar is a lower level of cultivation in Confucianism.

Since there is a scholar, no matter if he is from this city or an outer disciple of a sect-like force who came here to accumulate humanity, it means that Sanhe City was most likely founded by Confucian cultivators.

After all, according to common sense, the best place to accumulate human nature, besides going to the mortal world, is the mortal city built by fellow believers."

Zhou Heng was secretly guessing in his heart.