The vicious female supporting role in the book cultivation world is crazy and involuntarily

After walking out of the stone chamber, Lu Zhaozhao discovered that the maze in the forest that she had broken had been restored. This shocked her a little, but the most urgent thing was what she had just seen in the secret room, so she hurried out of the suburbs and returned to Pingyang City to open a guest room. After getting the magic tools and setting it up, she sat on the bed and began to meditate.

The moment she opened the secret scroll, the words on it were deeply engraved in her mind, and she wrote them out as soon as she came out.

This secret book is called Zhili Yi, and it contains almost all bloodthirsty and murderous moves. Just looking at its training requirements is frightening, such as killing a hundred people in formation. Although it is extremely powerful, it is ultimately detrimental to morality, so Lu Zhaozhao does not intend to learn it.

But apart from these, there are many things that do not harm others.

For example, this body-refining technique called Pujifang is exactly what she needs right now.

Body training involves using techniques to strengthen the body or using medicine to refine the body. Puji Fang states that while practicing body training techniques may not significantly improve one's cultivation, it can strengthen the body's muscles and bones to the point of being as strong as copper and iron. This level of training is so high that it is invulnerable to damage without divine power.

Although the name of this Puji recipe is inconspicuous, the practice method is extremely harsh.

Cultivation is divided into five stages. The first stage requires only foundation building. A large pot of boiling water is used, and the person is boiled in it until the skin and flesh soften and fall off. Then, the body is reforged with bone, blood, and water. The reforged body can withstand a hundred-pound blow, and even severe injuries that expose the bones can be recovered extremely quickly.

"Hiss, boiling people." Lu Zhaozhao grimaced, but it was as if he could feel the pain when reading the words. "This book is really, if it doesn't hurt others, it will hurt itself. It's really immoral."

But having said that, she still quickly prepared everything.

Looking at the pot in front of her, which was at least half a person's height, she felt a little scared.

She borrowed this pot from an old Taoist's alchemy room. The old Taoist said that it was passed down from his ancestors and used to refine many elixirs. Lu Zhaozhao took a look at the inner wall and found that there were indeed many residues of medicinal materials on it, and some of them could even promote cultivation, so she hurriedly spent a lot of money to borrow it.

The water was already boiling inside, making a gurgling sound. Occasionally, a drop of water splashed onto the back of Lu Zhaozhao's hand, causing her to frown in pain.

If this is the case with just one drop, how can a whole pot be so bad?

Lu Zhaozhao sat in front of the pot with his hands on his shoulders and collapsed.

"Oh my god—ahhhhhh, it's so hot—it's burning me to death, ah—"

It stands to reason that a cultivator's physical fitness will improve as his cultivation level increases, but it only increases the hardness of the body. Therefore, even though Lu Zhaozhao activated his true qi to protect his body, he was still burned to the point of being at a loss.

Based on the principle of having already bought something, Lu Zhaozhao just closed her eyes and jumped into the big pot with a determined heart, but she regretted it as soon as she came in.

The boiling water covered her skin, bringing unbearable stinging pain. The large areas of burning sensation mixed with the pain as if thousands of silver needles were piercing her skin almost made Lu Zhaozhao faint.

After a while, the smell of meat soup hit my nose.

Lu Zhaozhao thought evilly that after eating meat soup for so many years, she became the ingredient today.

In fact, she didn't expect that she could hold on for so long. At the beginning, she just held on and thought that if she went out, it would be a waste of this opportunity to endure the pain. Gradually, the pain seemed to have become numb, and the continuous pain was more bearable than the momentary stabbing pain.

I don't know how long it took, but the skin and flesh completely melted, and the blood and water in the bones began to take effect, following the meridians and bones, reshaping the body bit by bit.

This process was actually torturous. Unlike the severe pain at the beginning, this long-lasting pain made Lu Zhaozhao a little unbearable. It was like thousands of ants biting his heart, and the tingling sensation went straight to the top of his head along the meridians.

Lu Zhaozhao felt like crying. This was just a book-transmigrating mission. There was no need for her to go through so much effort. There must be other ways to cultivate. But she was also terrified. She was afraid that she would never be able to go back. Even more terrified that she would fail to change her fate and complete the mission, and would never be able to return to her own world. She was only in her twenties, and she didn't want to die yet.

In the long-lasting pain, Lu Zhaozhao fainted in the pot.

An unknown amount of time passed, but when she woke up again, her body was no different from before. But upon closer inspection, it was as delicate and fair as a newborn baby, and the boiling water at this moment was no different from a hot spring to her.

Lu Zhaozhao always remembers food but not beatings.

She carefully observed the new skin and flesh, sniffed her nose, and thought that this face was already beautiful, and with this skin, it was simply perfect.

Then, she walked out of the pot and looked back before getting out of the pot. The originally clear water was now full of floating objects.

It really was boiled meat. Lu Zhaozhao felt a little disgusted and quickly cleaned it up.

After dealing with these things, Lu Zhaozhao opened Pu Jifang and continued reading.

The second level requires the Golden Core Stage, which she does meet the requirements. However, it says here that the second level is bone refining, and she needs to drink ice vine bamboo juice first, and then burn it with the Nine Heavens Fire before she can forge it.

She did know about the Ice Vine and Bamboo Juice; the Jiangning Lu family had given her a host of valuables when they sent her to the throne of Emperor Huizong of the Qing Dynasty, including this Ice Vine and Bamboo Juice. But the Nine Heavens Fire was more difficult to deal with; the original owner had never heard of it.

"Oh, it seems that the second level will have to be postponed a little." She sighed.

Turning Zhili Yi back two pages, she saw a sword move called "Moon Reflecting Ten Thousand Rivers".

A single sword can manifest countless sword intents, yet these countless sword intents are all governed by the sword wielder's most fundamental sword. This is what is meant by "One moon manifests in all waters, and all waters and moons encompass all."

This move immediately reminded Lu Zhaozhao of her sword Niye.

The reverse karma hides in the dark, but can also shine brightly in the light. The sword's will is dazzling and difficult to recognize. Isn't it just the combination of thousands of swords in one sword?

Lu Zhaozhao was overjoyed. He immediately rushed out of the door with his sword in hand and asked the waiter if there was a river nearby.

The waiter replied that the moat of Pingyang City originated from Minghai. Although Minghai is named after the sea, it is indeed a big river with countless tributaries.

So Lu Zhaozhao hurriedly set off on his journey and arrived in a short while.

Only then did I realize that the Minghai Sea truly lived up to its name. Vast, misty waves, the vast, deep sky, a serene blue. A thousand-year-old, white clouds drifted across the sky, all reflected in the smooth surface. Its grandeur, encompassing the distant mountains and swallowing the Yangtze River, was beyond description. Only then did a painting capture it. As the sun set over the mountains and the moon began to appear, the still shadow above the Minghai Sea sank into a deep, serene jade. As it rose, its myriad tributaries shared the same moon. Only then did I understand what it meant to have the moon reflecting on all the rivers.

"Zheng——"

Niye unsheathed his sword, twisted his body, and drew it. The moonlight sprinkled on the sword, and suddenly thousands of sword lights appeared.

Lu Zhaozhao followed what was written in Zhili Yizhong. The Moon Reflecting in the Ten Thousand Rivers required the activation of thousands of sword intentions. He used the sword in his hand as the main weapon, stabbing out in all directions and then converging into one.

First, he held the sword upright, then turned it horizontally, with the tip of the sword at shoulder level, and thrust it out! Then, he raised the sword, raised it...

The moonlight shone brightly, flowing endlessly. The Niye dancing in the water resembled a splash-ink landscape painting. The sword energy evoked by the complex sword moves stretched endlessly like a rosy cloud, blending with the moonlight, making it difficult to distinguish between the sword and the moon. The splashes of water stirred up by the sword sweeps were instantly broken. The overlapping sword energy lightly brushed against the stubborn stone, shaking the surface of the lake. Dust filled the air and gravel splattered everywhere.

One way, two ways, three ways...

Not enough, I need more sword energy!

Ten, twenty, thirty...

Still not enough!

Lu Zhaozhao bit her lower lip hard, her mouth was already full of blood, but no matter how hard she tried, the sword energy was still less than a hundred.

There are only a hundred ways, how can there be thousands and tens of thousands!

If it doesn’t work once, try it twice; if it doesn’t work twice, try it three times; if it doesn’t work three times, try it four or five times!

Even if I try a hundred or a thousand times, what's the difficulty!

"bass."

Niye made a muffled sound, and the waves it stirred up pushed back, one of which hit the sword.

Lu Zhaozhao only had time to hold the sword across his chest, but was still knocked back repeatedly by the backlash of the sword energy.

"Chi——" She kept backing away, digging her teeth into the ground, trying to contain the force.

"Cough." A trace of bright red flowed from the corner of her mouth. Lu Zhaozhao wiped it casually with her sleeve and raised her head to look at the center of the lake again.

This is her fifth night here. From the fifteen sword energies on the first day, she can now wield hundreds of them.

However, as the number of sword energies she swung out increased, it became increasingly difficult for her to control their direction and strength, which led to her losing control and being attacked and counterattacked by the sword energies.

What exactly should be done?

Lu Zhaozhao picked up the sword and pointed it at the moon. The moment Niye was picked up, it emitted countless dazzling rays of light, which made her subconsciously close her eyes.

When I slowly opened my eyes, the moon was gradually covered by a dark cloud.

The light around Niye became weaker and weaker until the moon was completely covered. Niye's sharp sword intent was completely restrained, and replaced by a hermit-like cold and bitter air. At this moment, it was a killing sword in the hands of an assassin.

Lu Zhaozhao seemed to be lost in thought. She looked at the sword in her hand, which had changed its appearance and then shone again after the dark clouds dissipated.

Why does the moon reflect on thousands of rivers?

Is it one moon that appears in all water, and all water and moon encompass everything; or is it Wuji and Taiji; or is it one principle with many manifestations?

Lu Zhaozhao couldn't tell the difference at this moment, because Niye had already made the choice for her.

Once again I came to the center of the lake. At this moment, the long smoke had cleared and the bright moon was thousands of miles away.

The splashes of water caused by the sword energy were separated by more sword energy the next moment.

I can’t count how many sword energies there are, or maybe I haven’t counted them from the beginning.

At this moment, it was not Lu Zhaozhao who was walking with the sword, but the Niye Sword that was carrying her. She rose up at will and moved as she pleased. Millions of sword energies scattered on the moon shadow of Wanchuan, and then gathered on the Niye Sword, forming one sword.

There is no better time than now to draw the sword, Lu Zhaozhao thought.

So, the sword was swung out naturally.

It was like a ray of moonlight passing by, and after a moment, the small hill in front was cut open!

"Clap clap clap."

There were several bursts of applause coming from the pavilion by the lake in the distance. Lu Zhaozhao was a little surprised because she had never felt anyone else's presence before.

She turned around and saw an old man with a white beard, accompanied by a young man in a green shirt.

"One sword splits the mountain. What a great sword! What a powerful aura!"