Self-promotion is genius
Cultivation going awry and the male protagonist becoming possessed by a demon due to his bloodline are two completely different concepts.
If he were to suffer a qi deviation with this poisoned body, he would likely not even have the chance to lose all his cultivation and have his meridians destroyed; he would simply vomit blood and die.
Mo Zuili asked somewhat stiffly, "So, I can no longer cultivate now?"
Chu Qing paused for a moment and then smiled faintly, "Of course not. I just want you not to get stuck on the issue of your cultivation regressing. Besides cultivating, you should go out and relax more often."
I was terrified.
Mo Zuili breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you for the reminder, Pill Master. I will be careful."
Having just finished telling Chu Qing that she would be careful, Mo Zuili returned to her own room and immediately took out various books and scrolls from her storage ring.
After Mo Yuan infused her with spiritual energy, Mo Zuili clearly felt that her body was like a sieve, with spiritual energy flowing in and then flowing out straight away, unable to retain any spiritual energy.
Even after cultivation and the spiritual energy being channeled into her dantian, Mo Zuili could still feel the spiritual energy turning into wisps, desperately trying to escape from her body.
Under these circumstances, he had been poisoned for three years, and his cultivation level had only dropped from the peak of Foundation Establishment to the early stage of Foundation Establishment!
If replaced with a truly useless vase, it would become so poisoned that it would give up on itself and its cultivation would plummet to the level of a mortal within three months.
Thinking of this, Mo Zuili gritted her teeth and vowed that she would definitely cultivate diligently.
The message left by Qi Shuyan was incomplete, only saying that Zi Tui had made a deal with him and left voluntarily. Mo Zuili was unsure whether Zi Tui would return to this body after returning to the modern world with Qi Shuyan.
For her own sake and for her own sake, Mo Zuili should try her best to avoid the tragic ending in the novel.
However, if one takes a risky approach to avoid death but does not diligently cultivate, the cultivation of this body will likely be completely lost when one leaves. Even if one can return, one will be heartbroken, if not devastated.
Zitui almost suffered a qi deviation in order to maintain his cultivation. Mo Zuili thought: I must not hold Zitui back.
Mo Zuili calmed down and meditated according to the method in the book, guiding the surrounding spiritual energy into her body to form spiritual power.
Three hours later, Mo Zuili slowly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with despair.
The body had just begun cultivating when it guided spiritual energy into itself, but before it could be transformed into spiritual power, the spiritual energy escaped again.
The spiritual energy gained from three hours of cultivation is not as fast as that from a single low-grade Rejuvenation Pill.
At my current cultivation speed, to maintain the rate at which my cultivation level is declining, I would need to spend eleven and a half hours of the day cultivating.
With a soft sigh, Mo Zuili admired his own self-promotion even more.
After getting up and stretching for a while, Mo Zuili focused her gaze on the silver Sumeru bracelet on her left wrist.
This was given to me by Mo Yuan before I boarded the spirit boat. He probably noticed that I had hardly taken any magical artifacts from the Martial Arts Pavilion, and said that there were magical artifacts and pills inside.
Mo Zuili sighed and decided to consolidate her current resources in order to save her life should she be hunted down again in case of an unexpected incident.
Mo Zuili held the pen he had taken from the Martial Arts Pavilion in his palm. The pen handle and the nib were both white gold, the texture of which was hard to discern, but the nib was a shiny black.
Mo Zuili dipped the brush in ink, but the ink dripped from the tip of the brush like water.
After several attempts, Mo Zuili, relying on her experience reading novels, used her divine sense to enter the pen.
In an instant, information about the pen appeared in Mo Zuili's mind.
Spirit Refining Brush: Allows direct infusion of spiritual power to draw talismans.
Mo Zuili rubbed her head; after receiving just this one message, she felt like her head was about to explode.
After finally recovering, Mo Zuili took out an explosive talisman and placed it aside. She tried to infuse spiritual power into her pen and traced the pattern of the explosive talisman onto the paper.
After finishing the drawing, Mo Zuili touched the pattern on the paper, feeling the spiritual power contained within it. Its power was definitely not as great as the stack of explosive talismans she had thrown at Mo Yue.
But it does work.
Mo Zuili was overjoyed. She picked up the pen and continued to infuse it with spiritual power, trying it a few more times. She discovered that the pen could draw on any kind of paper as long as it was infused with spiritual power, and once drawn, it could be used.
Perhaps because of her low cultivation level and insufficient spiritual power, the talismans she drew were all of the lowest grade.
However, this was already a huge surprise for Mo Zuili.
Aside from the talisman she used on the day she first arrived, Mo Zuili didn't know the function of the other talismans, so she dared not use them or draw them carelessly.
Putting down his pen, Mo Zuili let out a breath.
She picked up the books that were piled up on the ground again, deciding to brush up on the common knowledge of the cultivation world before officially meeting the male protagonist and testing whether she could change his growth trajectory.
The spirit boat flew for three days, during which time Mo Zuili, with the help of the Bigu Pill, devoured most of the books she had placed in her Sumeru Ring.
Finally, I have a real and clear understanding of the world of cultivation, unlike reading novels where the author subtly hints at every level and mentions it only when the author thinks of it.
In this world, spiritual roots are divided into five types: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Cultivation is fastest with a single spiritual root, while having five spiritual roots is practically useless.
Of course, the male protagonist, Shen Ling, is an exception.
The levels of alchemy, swordsmanship, and talisman cultivation are all calculated from one to nine, with the ninth level being the strongest.
The cultivation path is similar to that in other novels that Mo Zuili read: gathering qi to build a foundation core, transforming into a nascent soul and merging with the Dao, and finally undergoing tribulation. Success leads to ascension and enlightenment, while failure results in death under the tribulation of lightning.
"Xiao Li".
Hearing Chu Qing calling from outside, Mo Zuili composed herself, quickly got up, opened the door, and followed Chu Qing off the spirit boat.
Mo Zuili didn't know what method Chu Qing used, but with a flick of his finger, he instantly shrank the two-story-high spirit boat into a bead the size of a thumb, and handed it to her, saying, "Keep it safe."
After Mo Zuili reached out and took it, he saw Chu Qing reach out and stroke his forehead.
"There are restrictions in the mountains. Without my mark on you, you can't get in," Chu Qing explained, withdrawing his hand.
Mo Zuili casually put the spirit boat bead into her Sumeru Ring, looked up at the stone steps that soared into the sky, and followed Chu Qing into Medicine King Mountain.
When she reached the halfway point of the mountain, Mo Zuili felt her strength failing.
Mo Zuili couldn't see her pale face; she only felt cold sweat constantly sliding down her forehead, soaking her clothes.
Using this body, he was able to evade those lying in wait outside, ready to ambush him, and go out to seek opportunities.
Mo Zuili thought to herself that she absolutely could not embarrass her by pushing herself up like this!
Chu Qing sensed Mo Zuili's heavy breathing and wanted to stop and say she needed to rest for a while.
As soon as he turned around, he saw Mo Zuili, as if he had made up his mind, gritting his teeth and making a fierce look, preparing to charge forward without saying a word.
Chu Qing suddenly stopped, and Mo Zuili almost couldn't brake in time and crashed into her.
"Dan Zun?" Mo Zuili exclaimed in confusion.
Chu Qing paused for a moment, then pretended nothing had happened and turned to continue leading the way, thinking that even if he suggested stopping to rest, the young girl probably wouldn't agree.
Finally reaching the mountaintop, Mo Zuili, without even catching her breath, quickly surveyed the place where she would be living for two years.
The mountaintop was not decorated much, consisting of three similar-looking small courtyards and a square platform paved with blue iron rock. Faint dragon scale patterns were scattered under the rock, and many sword marks of varying depths were left on the surface.
The square platform was surrounded by three dilapidated medicine cauldrons, which served as a fence.
There was also a boy in black.
Hmm? The boy in black!
Mo Zuili broke out in a cold sweat. Turning her gaze back, she saw that the boy who had been not far away had now come to Chu Qing's side.
When I looked around just now, I didn't realize that someone had been standing at the entrance of the courtyard.
The world of cultivation is indeed dangerous.
Mo Zuili's desire to find a way to become stronger as soon as possible grew stronger.
After calming down, Mo Zuili began to examine Shen Ling.
Although the author of "The First Walk" describes the female characters as if he were illiterate, using only a few words about beautiful legs and fragrant sweat over and over again.
However, the description of the male protagonist is particularly accurate.
His black hair was tied into a ponytail and swayed, and he wore a black outfit with a belt that looked like crocodile skin. With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, he had a gentle temperament and was a bright young man who always had a smile on his lips no matter who he met.
Unfortunately, he later turned evil and became a world-destroying demon lord.
As Mo Zuili was reflecting on this, she suddenly heard Chu Qing's voice: "Little Li, this is Shen Ling. After you finish offering the tea to your master, he will be your senior brother."
Mo Zuili chuckled softly, her eyes crinkling as she looked at Chen Ling and said, "Hello, I'm Mo Zuili."
Shen Ling's lips were tightly pressed together, as if she wanted to say something to Chu Qing.
After Mo Zuili greeted him, he turned to Mo Zuili with a smile and said, "Hello, I am Shen Ling. In the future, if Master is in seclusion in Medicine King Mountain, you can come to me with any questions, and I will help you."
That's true.
In the novel, Shen Ling did indeed help Zi Tui a lot.
Just as Mo Zuili was about to speak and probe Shen Ling a few more times, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Chu Qing's expression changed. Chu Qing raised her hand to rub her temples, hurriedly gave Shen Ling a few instructions, and then quickly entered a courtyard.
Mo Zuili wondered what had happened to Chu Qing, but Shen Ling just laughed it off without giving a direct answer. He escorted Mo Zuili to the gate of her small courtyard, gave her some instructions on daily matters, and then hurriedly left.
Left with no other option, Mo Zuili had to suppress her doubts and prepare to investigate further later.
The small courtyard with its blue bricks and stone tiles, though not as exquisite as the courtyard in the Mo family's residence, was not dilapidated as described in the novel, and instead had a sense of tranquility.
After tidying up the master bedroom slightly, Mo Zuili immediately began meditating and cultivating.
He claimed to have the best single-fire spiritual root, and with the Mo family investing heavily in him, according to the novel, if he hadn't been poisoned, he could have formed his core before the age of twenty, becoming the fastest person in the world to do so.
Such talent must not be wasted after I transmigrated here.
Mo Zuili lay down and dozed off for half an hour as dawn broke outside the window.
Upon waking, I began wandering aimlessly outside the courtyard, eager to familiarize myself with Medicine King Mountain as soon as possible. After exploring Mo Zuili, I realized that I had actually seen everything with just a casual glance yesterday: three courtyards, a square bluestone platform, and the rest of the area was surrounded by trees.
Mo Zuili stared at the stone platform, recalling how the male protagonist, as a sword cultivator, created two sword techniques here, and never suffered a defeat in every battle against opponents of higher levels.
After circling around several times, Mo Zuili saw Shen Ling come out.
After exchanging greetings and receiving the male lead's well wishes and concern for his future junior sister, Mo Zuili watched as Shen Ling walked towards the bluestone platform to begin practicing her swordsmanship. Her every move was fluid and beautiful.
Mo Zuili watched for a while and suddenly felt fortunate that she had identified herself as a talisman cultivator.
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