Chapter 106: Mojiang River God
In the early morning, clouds shroud the Qiongbi Peak.
In the mist-filled spiritual field, every plant of purple jade spiritual rice is crystal clear and exudes vigorous vitality.
In the fish pond, the big black fish swirled its tail and patrolled the territory with a group of spirit fish, so that the fish pond was filled with the sound of bubbles popping continuously.
In the spirit beast circle.
The dozen or so spirit sheep had no idea when disaster would come. They ate the stalks of the purple jade spirit rice and bleated.
A group of clever ducks quacked loudly, and even the frogs by the pond that had eaten too much purple jade rice and rotten leaves became spiritual and croaked non-stop early in the morning.
Inside the secret room.
Ning Daoran slowly opened his eyes. His cultivation of the True Yang Furnace Art at the Return to Nature level had been consolidated. At this time, the condensed liquid in his body had exceeded two thousand five hundred drops.
Unfortunately, the improvement of the True Yang Furnace Technique did improve the mana condensed liquid, but it was not enough to push Ning Daoran's cultivation to the middle stage of foundation building.
Still a little bit short, need to persevere.
The talent of this ninth-grade mixed spiritual root is really not to be underestimated! If it were an ordinary person, he would probably not even be able to see the back of the middle stage of Qi Refining in this life, and it would be a fantasy for someone like Ning Daoran to advance to the Foundation Establishment Stage.
The ultimate achievement of those who practice Taoism in the world is closely related to the quality of their spiritual roots.
For example, in the Chaos Sect, the Sect Leader Jiang Yu’s spiritual root is a second-grade mutated thunder spiritual root, while Gong Yangyan, Lin Xingyuan, and Ning Qing’s spiritual roots are all third-grade spiritual roots.
In fact, how high a level many cultivators can reach on their path to immortality is already determined from the beginning.
"call……"
Ning Daoran took a deep breath, fortunately he had the Plant and Tree Holy Spirit System.
There will be no obstacles in practicing the technique. You can raise the level of the technique through intensive practice, and then use the level of the technique to feed back your own cultivation.
In addition, Ning Daoran has an extremely long lifespan. His lifespan in the foundation-building stage is as long as 440 years.
There are nearly four hundred years left now. I believe that it shouldn't be a problem to form the elixir in four hundred years.
“Work!”
Ning Daoran waved his arms, left the small house in Lingpu Cave, and walked towards a small cluster of silver bamboo forest not far away.
The Silver Moon Bamboo has grown to be a thousand years old.
At first, that section of Silver Moon Bamboo root had six buds in total. Now it has spread and grown more buds, and there are dozens of bamboos thriving on the ground.
On the bamboo joints, strands of silver texture emerge, which is the sign that the Silver Moon Bamboo is a thousand years old.
"It's time..."
Ning Daoran was full of confidence. He immediately drew out the Autumn Water Sword, cut off a dozen bamboos, and then dragged the bamboos back to the hut.
He planned to refine twelve Silver Moon Flying Swords, and use the Jianjia Sword Technique to control them. With the help of the Water Cloud Golden Bamboo Sword Formation, the killing power would surely be considerable! In the weapon refining room.
Ning Daoran took out the Chilong Ding and was a little excited as it was the first time he refined his own treasure.
He took out a small notebook, which contained a lot of records of his experience in refining equipment, as well as some things he had learned from Wen Ru.
When it comes to refining equipment, Ning Daoran's talent is average.
But with the help of Samadhi True Fire and the assistance of magic weapons like Chilong Ding, the situation is naturally completely different.
"rise!"
Ning Daoran hung a dozen silver moon bamboos full of silver veins in the air and officially began the ritual.
He slowly exhaled a breath of Samadhi True Fire, wrapping all the bamboo in it, continuously heating and refining it, maintaining a gradual and step-by-step process.
Refining equipment is a job that requires skill and strength. The refining temperature should not be too high or too low, just reach an appropriate temperature range.
At the same time, the indoor humidity must be balanced.
This is no problem. When Ning Daoran feels that the humidity is too low, he can easily solve this problem by raising his hand and using the Rain-Transforming Technique.
Five hours passed in a flash.
“Sizzle~~~”
After being burned by the Samadhi True Fire for a long time, the sections of the Silver Moon Bamboo finally began to soften.
Ning Daoran slowly increased the intensity of the Samadhi True Fire.
After a cup of tea, the silver texture lingering on the bamboo joints began to twist and melt.
Ning Daoran immediately stabilized the flame, allowing the Samadhi True Fire to always burn at this intensity.
After the silver texture melted, it formed strands of silver spiritual liquid, which slowly dripped along the bamboo joints and splashed into the Chilong Ding.
Soon after, the bottom of the Chilong Ding was covered with a layer of silver spiritual liquid, which was the essence of the Silver Moon Bamboo.
The Silver Moon Bamboo itself is a spiritual bamboo that possesses both wood and gold attributes. It naturally produces silver spiritual liquid with gold attributes, and these silver spiritual liquids are the precious materials for refining flying swords.
These thousand-year-old Silver Moon Bamboo Spirit Liquids are the coveted treasures of countless sword cultivators in the world.
Ning Daoran was neither anxious nor impatient. He exhaled a breath of Samadhi True Fire and began to burn the Chilong Ding with a high fire, continuously refining the impurities in the silver spiritual liquid.
The remaining green bamboo joints were burned with stronger flames to extract the wood essence from them.
After several hours, the joints of more than a dozen bamboos turned into ashes, leaving only wisps of emerald green mist which were gathered in the air by Ning Daoran with his magic power.
Afterwards, the emerald green mist continued to condense and turned into emerald green particles.
In the Chilong Ding, the purification of the silver spiritual liquid has also been completed.
“The time is now.”
Ning Daoran's eyes lit up, and without the slightest hesitation, he raised his fingertips and used his magic power to shape the shape of the flying sword. Immediately, the silver spiritual liquid in the Chilong Ding turned into drops of water that kept spinning up.
In the air, the embryos of twelve silver flying swords were completed in the blink of an eye.
However, these flying swords are more lethal than tough.
This will result in the killing being indeed sharp during the fight, but when encountering the opponent's thick inner armor or shield-like treasures, they will be easily shattered.
Ning Daoran had naturally thought of all this a long time ago.
He raised his finger and continuously extracted spiritual essence from the emerald green particles and mixed it into the flying sword.
Soon after, strands of emerald green textures appeared on the handles and blades of the flying swords, which invisibly greatly improved the toughness of the flying swords.
This process is quite meticulous and extremely tiring.
Fortunately, Ning Daoran's spiritual and physical strength are quite strong, so refining treasures for several consecutive days is just a small matter for him.
Three full days later.
“It’s done!”
Ning Daoran waved his hand, and suddenly twelve Silver Moon Flying Swords, each only a foot long, rose up like silver meteors following his movements, swaying across the air.
A complete set of flying swords, a second-level mid-grade spiritual weapon! Ning Daoran breathed a sigh of relief and was quite satisfied with this set of works.
After all, this was the first time he refined a treasure by himself, and it took shape in one go. It was also evaluated as a second-grade mid-grade spiritual weapon. What else was there to be dissatisfied about?
In fact, at this time, his weapon skills can be said to have been promoted to the middle level of the second stage!
Of course, I still feel a little guilty. After all, this set of Silver Moon Flying Swords can be ranked as a second-level mid-grade spiritual weapon, and most of the credit goes to the materials.
A flying sword made from the thousand-year-old silver moon bamboo could probably be refined into a top-grade spiritual weapon by a slightly stronger weapon refiner! "Old Deer?"
Ning Daoran raised his hand lightly and said with a smile: "Don't you want to express your opinion?"
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
“Ahhhh~~~”
The big stupid deer quickly rushed forward, moved his antlers away, and rubbed him with his big head. Big brother is awesome, and his skills are unparalleled!
“Hehehe…”
Ning Daoran was very satisfied and said, "My sword is newly made, and I just need something to test it!"
“Oh??”
The big stupid deer's ears stood up, could it be me? Ning Daoran laughed and walked out the door with the big stupid deer.
In the fish pond, the scales of the big black fish suddenly stood up, and it felt as if a great terror was about to come. Could the thing that was testing the sword be itself?
Cut the pickled fish with a sword? In an instant, the big black fish's state of mind collapsed.
Who would have thought that Ning Daoran didn't even look at it, but raised his hand and scooped up a big carp from the fish pond, picked up a big spoon and took the big stupid deer to cook.
After a sumptuous dinner, Chen Weimo went upstairs to practice.
Ning Daoran produced a paper substitute that transformed into his own appearance, and then stayed in the living room to practice.
…
night.
Section 1 of Shanyang County, Mojiang.
"roar--"
A tiger roar shook the forest. When all the birds and beasts in the forest fled, a golden-haired tiger at least two meters tall appeared in the forest.
It strolled slowly, its eyes scanning the jungle.
The whole body was filled with a terrifying foundation-building aura. This was actually a second-level demon beast! At this time, a person was sitting on the tiger's back.
The man was wearing a black shirt, a bamboo hat, inner armor, a sword on his back, and sitting on the tiger's back with his arms folded, looking calm and composed.
The man and the tiger are naturally the disguised Ning Daoran and the transformed big stupid deer.
"Old Deer, your tiger roar is not good..."
Ning Daoran complained: "Look at the frogs by the river, they are still croaking. They are not afraid of you at all. It seems that they are laughing at you."
“Roar~~~”
The big stupid deer turned around and called out to his eldest brother.
It explained that it had tried its best and the frogs were not afraid of it only because of their own smallness and ignorance.
"Fuck, this is a Zen idea..."
Ning Daoran touched his chin, pondering in silence.
…
Riverside.
A red-painted temple stands with red lanterns hanging high. Although it is late at night, people still come to offer incense.
In addition to the common people, there were some young and strong men in black, riding their horses back and forth and patrolling the riverside.
Jiangshen Gang.
Ning Daoran recalled the experience of assassinating the leader of the Qingyi Society with Lin Sheng and Han Bing.
The people of Shanyang County used to believe in two gods.
One of them is the legendary Green-Clothed Lady, who is now kneeling in the Green Ghost Flag in Ning Daoran’s storage bag.
The other one is the Mojiang River God. Those mortals who claim to be the River God have formed a River God Gang.
The dispute between the Jiangshen Gang and the Qingyi Society is long-standing and has lasted for more than a hundred years.
But not long ago, Ning Daoran subdued the Qingyi Goddess, which directly led to the collapse of the Qingyi Society and the dominance of the Jiangshen Gang.
As a result, the people of Jiangshen Gang became even more unscrupulous and continued to plunder and exploit the local people.
Even the sacrifice to the river god has been changed from once every two years to once a year, and the number of boys and girls sacrificed has increased from four to eight.
This matter became a serious matter.
But the river god lurking at the bottom of the river has always been difficult to deal with, especially in the water. Many cultivators who came to eliminate harm for the people ended up becoming food in the stomach of this river god.
…
“Kengkeng~~~”
Ning Daoran walked leisurely on the water by the river, flicked the blade of the Silver Moon Flying Sword with his finger, and said with a smile: "Evil beast, why don't you come out and die?"
The river water began to become extremely turbulent.
A huge whirlpool swirled around, and a dark head poked out of the water. Its bloodshot eyes stared at Ning Daoran: "Are you looking for death?"
(End of this chapter)