This is how immortals are cultivated

"Boy, you have a very strong destiny. People with strong destiny are generally very suitable for practicing Taoism."

"This corpse fluid was originally intended to be left behind to help Master consolidate his cultivation after he came out of seclusion."

"But now, you're almost squeezing it all out."

"What do you mean, the corpse fluid is gone? Don't you still have that... corpse immersion pool?"

The Taoist priest looked at Fang Suichu with a forced smile.

Now he didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse to accidentally encounter this top-quality ingredient.

This kid was too unexpected, so the rules that the master left before he went into seclusion had to be changed.

However, ever since he gave the boy two drops of corpse fluid two days ago, he couldn't let go. He just hoped that the value this boy would bring and the nourishment he would bring to his master would make up for these variables.

"The pool has dried up, and now there is only this last drop."

"However, this is almost enough. The rest will be made up by the two girls with you."

The noise coming from the hall today seemed to have prompted the Taoist priest to make some kind of decision.

"Although this is a bit wasteful, with you as a big asset, the loss won't be too great."

Having made his decision, the Taoist priest spoke slowly, no longer hesitating. He was curious about the desperate expression on the boy's face after he said this to him.

In the eyes of the Taoist priest, Fang Suichu's expression had indeed changed.

However, compared to despair, there are more expressions of surprise as if they have seen a ghost.

"what is that?!!"

"Ok?"

The Taoist priest subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him.

But just as he turned around, he heard a sharp sound of breaking wind behind him.

Chapter 5 Where are the weapons?

Before the Taoist priest could react, his whole body fell forward and fell to the ground.

After all, no one would have thought that an ordinary teenager with a pale face and stiff body sitting on the table would suddenly leap up like a tiger and hit him in the back of the neck with a heavy punch.

Fang Suichu no longer looked as weak as before. He only felt the energy and blood surging wildly in his body, as if he had endless strength.

In the stone prison in the cave, after completing his daily practice, Fang Suichu would take advantage of the quiet of night when his two cellmates had fallen asleep and would test the results of his practice.

The cave ceiling was over three meters high, and Fang Suichu could touch it with a single leap. As for strength, he had never tested his fists, but he had managed to crush a rock with his grip.

At this time, Fang Suichu knocked the Taoist priest to the ground with an unexpected punch from behind, then pounced on him, sat on the Taoist priest's back, and then punched the Taoist priest's neck again and again.

Taoist priests are people who practice supernatural powers, and they must have some abnormalities. Fang Suichu did not dare to treat them as ordinary people.

After confirming that the corpse fluid was gone... his precious pill was gone, and that the other party had lost patience with him, Fang Suichu naturally no longer had any extra thoughts. The only thing he wanted was to kill the Taoist priest under him.

"I told you not to wear a helmet... I told you not to wear a helmet... I told you not to wear a helmet..."

Although he didn't have any handy weapons, Fang Suichu would have thought it would be great even if it was just a stone. But, it didn't matter.

After opening up the eight extraordinary meridians and completing the foundation building, Fang Suichu's body has been reborn. The power of his full-strength punch is no less than the weight of a stone the size of a head.

The large green bricks on the floor of the side hall below the Taoist priest's face had shattered as Fang Suichu punched the Taoist priest on the back of his neck. The Taoist priest's head was being continuously embedded in it by the powerful force of Fang Suichu's punches.

"Thank you, Brother."

"Thank you... Thank you..."

Fang Suichu discovered that chanting slogans while punching seemed to give him more strength and rhythm. So, as the frequency of his punches increased, he continued chanting.

Fang Suichu sat with his head down and waved his fists behind the Taoist priest, but he did not notice the Taoist priest under him. His right hand from under his wide sleeves slowly extended with long black nails.

As the palm pushed against the ground, the Taoist priest who was pressed under Fang Suichu suddenly climbed up. Fang Suichu also fell backwards because of the Taoist priest's action, but he quickly stabilized his body when his feet touched the ground.

The Taoist priest got up and slowly turned around to face Fang Suichu.

His face had become a mess. Under Fang Suichu's beating, his skin and flesh had become sticky due to the close contact with the ground. The skin on his lips was drooping at the corners of his mouth, exposing his teeth.

One of its eyes had exploded, and black, sticky liquid was oozing out from the orifices on its face, making it look extremely hideous.

The Taoist priest opened and closed his mouth, which only had teeth left, as if he wanted to say something, but because the vertebrae at the back of his neck were partially shattered, he could only whimper. However, his anger could still be felt.

The Taoist priest spread his legs, raised his hand with sharp black nails, and pounced towards Fang Suichu.

Fang Suichu only felt a gust of cold wind blowing over him, accompanied by the stench of a corpse, and then he saw the ugly face with torn flesh and covered in pulp right in front of him, only one step away from him.

After all, Fang Suichu was a good young man who traveled from a harmonious and peaceful world. He had never seen such a scene before.

The Taoist priest's pounce gave Fang Suichu a nervous breakdown.

He subconsciously raised his hand and punched the Taoist's door.

However, it was this subconscious punch that caused the blood and energy in his body to surge like a torrent, all converging on Fang Suichu's right hand. The power of this punch was far greater than Fang Suichu's previous punch.

The Taoist's right fingernail cut Fang Suichu's left arm like a sharp blade, but Fang Suichu's fist hit the Taoist's face directly.

Fang Suichu immediately received feedback, which was the feeling of something hard breaking, followed by something soft.

The Taoist priest who rushed towards Fang Suichu was in a leaping posture the moment before, but flew backwards the next moment, his body turned into a parabola, passed through the gate of the side hall, and then fell in the yard outside like a piece of rag.

"Fuck, you scared me."

Fang Suichu breathed lightly and spoke subconsciously.

[Congratulations host, you have encountered another adventure. ]

Just as Fang Suichu was calming down, the voice of the system rang in his ears.

[Since you have already completed the 100-day foundation-building process, Senior Brother has decided to consider you.]

[The best way to evaluate is naturally to compete with each other.]

[Under the deliberate letting of your senior brother, you won the competition.]

"What do you mean by deliberately letting them win... I clearly relied on my wits to catch them off guard."

If he had not attacked unexpectedly first and had fought head-on with this Taoist who practiced strange ways and whose body had undergone strange changes, the outcome would have been uncertain.

[You won the competition, and my senior brother decided to give you a reward.]

award?

When Fang Suichu heard the system prompt, his eyes lit up.

He walked quickly out of the side hall and came into the courtyard.

The Taoist priest was lying quietly under a coffin, motionless, obviously dead.

When the Taoist priest was knocked out by Fang Suichu, he also bumped into a coffin in the yard, and a corner of the coffin's lid was knocked open.

Fang Suichu came to the Taoist priest's body and first took a look inside the coffin with a corner of the lid opened.

It was a very ordinary corpse.

Fang Suichu just took a glance and then looked away.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Fang Suichu helped the corpse close the coffin lid.

The strange practices in Changyin Temple seem to be related to corpses. The corpses here seem to have been stolen and dug out to be used as resources for cultivation.

Although the world he traveled to was not a good one, Fang Suichu still felt that he could not go along with the corrupt people. He had to maintain his original heart and abide by some moral norms. For example, the dead are the greatest.

He is not like the Taoist priests in Changyin Temple who would desecrate corpses.

After doing this heartwarming little thing, Fang Suichu turned his attention back to the dead Taoist priest. From a close distance, one could see that the Taoist priest's entire cheek was sunken, which reminded one of the powerful punch Fang Suichu had just delivered.

"Where's the reward? System, where's my reward?"

Fang Suichu kicked the Taoist's body several times, but still found no signs of any spoils dropped.

After Fang Suichu raised the question, the system's voice finally sounded again.

[Senior Brother has decided to give you the sword he has kept close to his body since entering the Dao.]

When Fang Suichu heard the system say that the reward was a weapon, his eyes became brighter.

What he lacks now is a good weapon. If he had a good weapon, it would not have been so troublesome to fight the Taoist priest just now, and he would not have to launch a sneak attack that goes against his original martial arts nature.

But the problem still remains. Although it was said that there were weapons as prizes, Fang Suichu never saw any weapons emerge from the Taoist priest's body.

Fang Suichu's eyes were fixed on the Taoist's body, but when his gaze fell on the Taoist's right hand, it stopped abruptly.

The Taoist's right hand seemed a little unusual. The nails extended seven or eight centimeters and were very sharp. Fang Suichu's left arm still had scars from the scratches caused by these black nails.

"Could it be..."

Looking at the Taoist's right hand, Fang Suichu fell into deep thought.

Chapter 6: Zhengyang Sword, Treasure Pill, and Treasure Chest

Fang Suichu returned to the side hall, where there were a lot of miscellaneous items. He also discovered that the Taoist priests of Changyin Temple didn't seem to like cleaning.

Fang Suichu rummaged through the storage room and finally found what he wanted.

It was a ceremonial dagger. Although it was for ceremonial use, it had been sharpened, and there were dark red stains on the black blade.

Fang Suichu took the dagger and returned to the outside of the hall. He came to the Taoist priest's body, raised the dagger and chopped the Taoist priest's right shoulder.

The handle of the knife felt hard, and when it hit the Taoist priest, it felt like hitting a piece of frozen meat.

Taoists practiced strange ways, and their bodies were different from those of ordinary people. Rather than being alive, they were more like walking zombies.

However, with the help of Fang Suichu's strength, the dagger still broke through the flesh with one strike, only hitting the bone of the shoulder blade.

The Taoist's right arm was obviously more strange, and the bones were harder than other parts of his body. Fang Suichu chopped it down several times in a row, and the blade of the ritual dagger had curled up, but the bones in the Taoist's right hand were not broken much.

This scene made Fang Suichu gasp in shock. Just looking at the hardness of the Taoist's right arm, it was probably no less than a magic weapon.

Fortunately, the Taoist priest's right arm was only so strong, otherwise Fang Suichu would have found it difficult to break his defense.

The dagger was no longer useful, so Fang Suichu simply threw it away.

The fascia between the Taoist's right arm and shoulder blade had been severed, so Fang Suichu took immediate action, grabbing the Taoist's right arm with one hand and stepping on his body with one foot. With a sudden force from Fang Suichu, the Taoist's arm was torn off.

Just as Fang Suichu grabbed the end of the Taoist's arm, the system's voice sounded in his mind at the right time.

[You have received the precious sword given by your senior brother, the Zhengyang Sword.]

[This sword is nurtured by my brother's masculine energy, and evil spirits retreat. It is extremely sharp.]

"It's really like this..."

Looking at the "treasure sword" in his hand, Fang Suichu was speechless.

I should have thought of this long ago after the system transformed the corpse fluid into precious pills. This broken system can't create something out of nothing, it can only transform existing things.

Fang Suichu waved the broken arm in his hand. The elbow seemed to have been fixed, and the entire arm was straight. There was no doubt that this was also the credit of the system.

However, the thought of using one's arms to chop someone is weird.

"There's no other way. The situation is urgent and there's no room for pickyness. At worst, I can get a normal powerful weapon later." Fang Suichu could only comfort himself in this way.

After getting the equipment, one must test its quality. Fang Suichu held the severed arm and slashed at the coffin next to him. The sharp nails of the Taoist's right hand scratched the corner of the coffin, and the corner of the coffin was instantly cut. Fang Suichu, holding the severed arm, did not even feel the slightest obstruction.

"It's really sharp..." Fang Suichu nodded in agreement at the effect.

When Fang Suichu was testing his sword, the system's voice sounded again:

[In addition to the sword, the eldest brother who loves you so much also gave you the elixir he made by collecting materials for a long time.]

"Huh? There's actually one more. The drop rate of this elite monster is quite high..." Fang Suichu widened his eyes when he heard the system's voice.

If Changyin Temple is regarded as a copy, and there is an unknown master on it, this Taoist priest can only be regarded as an elite monster.

Both weapons and elixirs dropped... Fang Suichu really felt that his luck was pretty good.

But after a moment, Fang Suichu was in trouble again.