Chapter 6: Cautious by nature (Thanks to the leader of Laigenheilanzhou!)

Anonymity is a technique that uses magic power to blend oneself with the nearby terrain to avoid being spied on by others. Overall, it is a minor skill, but it should be useful in special circumstances.

The sound absorption technique is even more outrageous. It can actually use magic power to form a small field inside the body, absorbing the sounds from the surroundings into the body, making it impossible for others to detect it.

Both of these sets of skills are useless, even a bit weird.

However, an idea soon formed in Ning Daoran's mind. What if the three techniques of breath concealment, invisibility, and sound absorption were used in combination?

He could only think of one word to describe it.

sneak!

Yes, stealth! The ultimate assassin skill!

If you can really practice these three basic skills to perfection, it is simply unimaginable! Learn first, but don't use the time for intensive practice. The time you save for intensive practice should be used to practice the Body Tempering Skill first.

Good steel should be used on the blade!

"Ning Daoran."

The voice of a senior brother who was guarding the library sounded at the right time: "Your reading time is up, come out."

"Yes, brother!"

As he walked out of the library and took back his identity jade talisman, he heard an excited cry of "Ao" from the big stupid deer.

Ning Daoran was a little dumbfounded. The big stupid deer was still tied to the wooden stake outside, and a kind-hearted senior sister even fed it a handful of grass.

"Old deer!"

He immediately lowered his voice and said solemnly, "You can't eat anything given by others. Do I need to tell you this rule?"

“Ah~~~”

The big stupid deer rubbed his shoulder, and blinked its eyes continuously to tell him that the senior sister was very beautiful and looked like a good person.

"Don't do it again. Go home."

Ning Daoran touched the deer's head, smiled and untied the reins and put them in his arms.

Generally speaking, he would not tie up the big stupid deer, and the big stupid deer did not like to be tied up.

Return to Spiritual Field No. 77, continue to plant spiritual rice, and harvest continuously.

…

One night.

The weather was hot, so Ning Daoran fried a little rooster with edamame, added some green peppers and shredded potatoes, and also steamed a big pot of spiritual rice.

"Old Deer, it's too hot."

He kept fanning himself and said, "Why don't we move the table outside to eat?"

“Ouch!”

The big stupid deer swung its tail wildly, very excited. They could actually eat outside in the open air again? Soon after, a man and a deer came out carrying a table with food on it, and put it down on the open space outside the small cloud formation. Then they each took a bench and began to enjoy this rich dinner.

It was hot inside the house, but the summer night breeze outside was really cool.

"well……"

Ning Daoran held the bowl of rice and suddenly smiled, remembering his childhood in his previous life. It was the 1990s and his family was poor and had no air conditioning. On summer nights, they would move the table outside to eat.

"Old Deer, are you feeling cool?"

The big stupid deer buried its face in the food bowl, digging at the rice continuously and nodding its head. It was so busy that it only had time to look up when picking up food.

As for how deer hooves use chopsticks to pick up food? Don't ask.

The big stupid deer is gifted.

At this time, two people passed by Lingtian Courtyard No. 77.

Walking in front was a girl wearing a light blue outer disciple skirt. She looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old and had a very pretty face.

Ning Daoran only took one look and confirmed that this was a little beauty in the making, who would grow up to be a stunning beauty that could topple a whole country.

Behind the girl, there was an old man in a gray gown.

These two people are the owners of Spiritual Field No. 78.

"Huh?"

The girl noticed the man and the deer. She seemed to think it would be rude not to say hello, so she stepped forward, bowed and said, "Brother Ning Daoran, right? Han Bing greets you. We entered the mountain gate together, and Han Bing entered the sect one day later than you."

"oh……"

Ning Daoran immediately put down his chopsticks and stood up: "Ning Daoran meets Junior Sister Han Bing!"

“Ah~~~”

The big stupid deer also raised his neck and barked as a greeting.

Han Bing couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

At this moment, the old man behind her frowned and coughed lightly.

"Brother, I'm going back first."

"good."

Watching Han Bing and the old servant go away, Ning Daoran didn't care. It didn't matter. He just planted his own spiritual rice and didn't care about the ups and downs outside. It had nothing to do with him.

…

Seasons change, time flies, and in the blink of an eye it is the end of the year, the cold winter.

The north wind is as sharp as a knife, and the mountains and forests are covered with thousands of layers of snow.

A charcoal fire was lit in the hut of Lingtian No. 77. Ning Daoran leaned on the big stupid deer to keep warm. In winter, the big stupid deer's fur was extremely thick and very warm.

Perhaps because it eats a lot of spiritual rice, its fur is smooth and its quality is first-class.

Ning Daoran looked at the snow outside and suddenly got inspired. He couldn't help singing two lines:

"Snowflakes are flying, the north wind is howling~~~~The world is~vast~~~~"

The big stupid deer's ears stood up and he squinted his eyes in enjoyment. It was really nice to hear.

…

"A day's plan begins in the morning. We can't slack off. Let's practice!"

Ning Daoran stood up and took a look at the time he had spent in intensive practice. After half a year of accumulation, he had already accumulated more than 4,000 years of intensive practice time.

In fact, he had made many attempts to improve the efficiency of obtaining time for fine-tuning.

He had expanded and reduced the amount of spiritual rice poured out by the Holy Spirit of plants and trees, and found that the final results were similar.

He also adopted the "step-by-step" planting method, planting one batch of magical rice two days later and then another batch, thus earning a time difference.

But they all ended in disappointment in the end. There was a certain "rule" in this Holy Plant System. The amount of time that the Holy Plant System could produce in a year was exactly 10,000 years, no more and no less. No matter how fancy the planting method was, there was only so much.

The same is true for increasing or decreasing production. The total amount of refinement time produced can only decrease due to a decrease in production, not increase.

Now, with more than 4,000 years of intensive practice, it is equivalent to an ordinary cultivator having 4,000 years of life to specialize in practicing one technique. Just think about how terrifying this is.

He pushed the pole slowly, and erected a body-tempering pole similar to a horse stance in the warm hut. He immediately poured in time for intensive practice and continued to practice the body-tempering technique that supported his own cultivation foundation!

[In the first year, you looked at your already perfected Body Tempering Technique and felt that there was no possibility of improvement. This was already the peak of your cultivation.]

[In the 999th year, after sitting for a thousand years, you begin to doubt your life. Could it be that your aptitude and understanding have really become so bad that it is infuriating to both humans and gods?]

[Your hair is all gray, and the people who practiced with you have died one after another]

[Year 2006. Over 2000 years have passed in the blink of an eye. You have remained silent while holding the Body Tempering Technique. The words on the technique seem to have become a heavenly book that you cannot understand.]

[In the 3100th year, your flesh and blood began to dry up. Years of practice have made you like a pond that is about to dry up. Your life is almost unable to support your practice.]

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6-9!

"F*ck! Me!"

Ning Daoran was bewildered. After three thousand years, he still hadn't achieved the Great Perfection of the Body Tempering Technique? What kind of divine enlightenment physique did he have?

He began to complain about his predecessor, saying, "With your qualifications, if it weren't for me, you would probably never be able to achieve the path of cultivation in this life."

Although he was a little worried that four thousand years of intensive training would not be enough to achieve perfection, Ning Daoran still decided to give it a try.

Continue to infuse and practice the Body Tempering Technique! Fight hard!!

[In the 4222nd year, your blood energy finally showed a turn for the better. At that moment, you were like a person sitting in a dry well who saw a ray of light in the sky. Your Dao heart, which had been covered in dust for many years, finally awakened at this moment.]

[Your flesh and blood begin to boil, and the spiritual energy of the Marrow Cleansing and I Ching continues to compress and condense. They are too pure and condense into spiritual energy on their own, constantly cleansing your body, and finally completing the twelve transformations of qi and blood.]

[Body Tempering Technique. Yellow Rank Lower Grade (Perfect)]

[Qi Refining Stage (Fifth Level)]

[Time remaining for intensive cultivation: 356 years]

…

"call……"

Ning Daoran withdrew from his intensive training and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if his body was about to burn.

The Body Tempering Technique was perfected, and the spiritual power originally condensed on the surface of the body had actually turned into small pieces of spiritual energy. One can imagine its defensive ability.

At this moment, he has truly become as solid as a rock after practicing the Body Tempering Technique to perfection!

If the arrow shot by the Third Master had landed on Ning Daoran at this moment, he probably wouldn't have even suffered a superficial injury! There was another piece of good news.

I have made another breakthrough and am now at the fifth level of Qi Refining!

Moreover, the aura of the fifth level of Qi Refining is almost full.

Strictly speaking, this should be the "late stage of the fifth level of Qi Refining", or the "half step to the sixth level of Qi Refining".

In just one breath, Ning Daoran felt that his blood, flesh, and bones had reached an unprecedented level. The blood in his body was as vigorous as a ball of fire in the dark night.

The area beneath the membrane was also red, and as his magic power increased, spiritual energy continued to be added to his body.

The perfect level of Body Tempering Technique is too powerful!

It's simply a magical skill!

"No... keep a low profile. You must keep a low profile. Don't let your mentality get carried away."

Ning Daoran took a deep breath and sat quietly in the chair.

As the saying goes, God will punish those who are too arrogant, let alone in this world of immortal cultivation which is full of dangers. My current achievements are not easy to come by, so I must cherish them.

The next second, he used the Breath Containment Technique to keep his outgoing breath at the third level of Qi Refining.

After half a year of learning, my luck has improved a bit. It is reasonable for me to advance from the first level of Qi Refining to the third level of Qi Refining, right?

…

"Is little friend Ning Daoran at home?"

At this time, an old man's voice came from outside. It was Mr. Lu.

“Yes!”

Ning Daoran opened the small cloud and mist formation, invited Mr. Lu into the courtyard, and then activated the formation again.

At best, Old Lu was just a younger brother in the early stage of Qi Refining. With his cultivation and observation ability, it was impossible for him to discover the abnormal growth of the Plant Holy Spirit in a short period of time.

"I came from the Huanglong Market at the foot of the mountain. I bought a pot of wine and a roast chicken and came to chat with my fellow Taoist."

"OK!"

Ning Daoran smiled and nodded, then raised his fist and pointed his thumb behind him, saying, "Lao Lu, go cook two dishes for me."

The big stupid deer went to cook with the rice spoon in his hand without even looking back.

A flash of surprise passed through Mr. Lu's eyes.

Damn, a spirit beast can even help with cooking, that’s fucking outrageous, it’s worthy of being an outer disciple!

The two of them drank Lao Baigan cup after cup.

After three rounds of drinks, Mr. Lu finally told the purpose of his visit in a roundabout way.

"Recently, I, the old Taoist, discovered a ruin with a broken barrier in the Huanglong Mountains. I suspect it is the place where a cultivator who has completed Qi Refining passed away. Fellow Daoist Ning, are you interested in exploring it together?"

'Explore the secret realm?'

Ning Daoran's heart sank immediately, thinking that this was not a good thing, the mortality rate was too high!

He politely declined immediately, and refused to give in no matter how much Mr. Lu lobbied him.

Mr. Lu left angrily.

Ning Daoran looked at his back thoughtfully.

What a joke! I can achieve immortality by hiding in the sect and growing spiritual rice. Why should I take risks in some secret realm?

He is cautious by nature and always does things that are sure to succeed.

(End of this chapter)