Xue Huan paused. "I already have a technique, and I don't want to become your disciple and practice something else. I offered to find you a disciple, but you didn't want to. So, I have no choice. Should I stay here and grow mushrooms with you?"
Changmei sat down, slapped his thigh, and cried rhythmically: "Oh, I am really pitiful. A wisp of soul has suffered in this dark place for thousands of years. I finally waited for a disciple, but she actually despised me, an old man, and refused to accept me as her master. I might as well just run into a wall and die..."
While howling, he secretly glanced at Xue Huan, paying attention to her expression.
Her behavior was just like that of a woman in the village who had lost a fight and was lying on the ground unable to get up. Xue Huan was speechless for a while.
"Senior, I have something else to do. Bye." Xue Huan made a gesture to leave this place.
Changmei stopped pretending to be pitiful for a second, got up, and came to her in a flash, "You really don't want to be my disciple?"
The voice was so sorrowful that Xue Huan couldn't help but feel like she was a heartless person.
However, it was impossible for her to change her cultivation method, so she could only shake her head.
Unexpectedly, Changmei was not disappointed at all. Instead, he laughed happily, "Haha, good, you are indeed worthy of being the disciple chosen by my Changmei Master. You have such determination that you don't even look down on the techniques that can lead to immortality. You are quite like me back then!"
Xue Huan found this kind of praise a little funny. Wasn't this old senior actually praising herself in a roundabout way?
"Practicing the Taihuan Sutra requires a mind like yours."
The Taihuan Sutra? Xue Huan guessed it was the technique he'd mentioned before that could lead to immortality.
Just as she was thinking this, Changmei Zhenren suddenly raised his hand and waved, and a ball of light flew towards her. Xue Huan dodged to the side, but the ball of light seemed to have identified her, and made a very smooth turn in the air, flying towards her again, and even faster than before.
Seeing the ball of light approaching, Xue Huan wanted to retreat, but was fixed in place by a force. She watched helplessly as the ball of light sank into her brows and rushed into her sea of consciousness.
After entering her sea of consciousness, the ball of light revealed its true appearance - an emerald green jade slip. The green color was fresh and lustrous, full of vitality, and people liked it just by looking at it.
As if it had returned home, the jade slip wandered around leisurely, then found a place to stay, motionless, as if it had fallen asleep.
This jade slip acts just like a child in every move.
It was precisely for this reason that Xue Huan couldn't dislike the thing that had forced its way into her sea of consciousness, but she still kept a straight face and said, "Senior, what did you get into my sea of consciousness?"
"Hehe, what else could it be? The Taihuan Sutra. Since it's willing to settle in your sea of consciousness, it means it likes you and recognizes you. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to force it to you. This immortal-level technique is different from those low-level techniques. It has its own consciousness and will choose its own master."
Xue Huan frowned, "But I don't know how to practice it."
She already has the "Nirvana Sutra", which is the inherited martial arts method of their Phoenix clan and is the most suitable for her. Therefore, no matter how high or good the level of other martial arts is, she will not be able to switch to practice them.
Moreover, the "Nirvana Sutra" is a divine-level martial art. If you keep practicing it, you can become a god. It is already the ceiling of martial arts in the heavens and is the best among the divine-level martial arts, not to mention the "Taihuan Sutra", an immortal-level martial art that is one level lower than it.
Changmei Zhenren stood with his hands behind his back and said indifferently: "It's up to you. Anyway, I'm handing it over to you."
His wish had been fulfilled, and the remaining soul of Changmei Zhenren began to become illusory and transparent, turning into points of crystal light and dissipating in the air.
He looked at Xue Huan and said, "Before I disappear, I'll tell you one more secret. The Tower of Babel actually has 101 floors, but no one has ever been able to enter the last floor, so people think it's the top. To enter the last floor, you have to go to the first floor and find the key to open it. The key has no specific shape and can be hard or soft, large or small..."
As the last words fell, the remaining soul of Changmei Zhenren completely dissipated, and the entire space turned into nothingness. Xue Huan's consciousness flickered, and she had returned to her body. Looking at the jade-white ball in her hand again, it had turned black.
The key to the 101st floor of the Tower of Babel is on the first floor? It has no specific shape, can be hard or soft, large or small... She had walked through the maze on the first floor before, but hadn't found anything that fit these descriptions.
No, thinking about it carefully, Xue Huan suddenly remembered something, which was the lump of mud that the swamp monster gave her, which was like plasticine.
She found it, pinched it a few times, and didn't it meet those criteria? It could be molded into any shape you wanted, and therefore it had no specific shape.
It can be hard or soft, which is also true. It is soft by itself, but if it is baked, it will become hard.
It can be big or small, this is even simpler. If you spread it out and press it flat, it can be very big, but if you keep compressing it, it will become very small.
Could this lump of mud be the key that Changmei Zhenren mentioned? That would be too much of a coincidence.
You might as well give it a try when the time comes.
I don’t know what’s inside the 101st floor of the Tower of Babel.
However, the higher you go in the Tower of Babel, the more difficult it becomes. Now she can only wander around below the tenth floor at best.
It’s still a long way to go to reach the 100th floor.
Xue Huan put away the bronze fish talisman, black beads and mud ball, and went to Building No. 2 to make elixirs and draw talismans.
Most of the goods in the newly opened shops in the black market come from her. In order to keep the supply going, she now has to spend a lot of time on this every day.
Who said there were so few alchemy, talisman, and formation weapon masters outside? Although the black market took the opportunity to recruit some people from the Zhou family, those people's efficiency was no match for hers.
Now she can skillfully draw talismans of the third level and below, but for the fourth level she needs to concentrate and be very careful.
A fourth-order heavenly thunder talisman was drawn, and the spiritual power of thunder was sealed in it. The talisman paper was glowing with spiritual light, like jade paper, and the cinnabar on it was as red as blood, with a brilliant light flowing, which looked extraordinary.
Xue Huan let out a long sigh, placed the talisman pen on the pen holder, sat down cross-legged, and meditated to restore his spiritual power.
After drawing a fourth-level talisman, she felt as if her whole body was hollowed out, and her meridians were aching slightly because there was not a drop of spiritual energy left in them, just like a river that had dried up.
A large amount of spiritual energy rushed into her body, nourishing her meridians and finally gathering in her dantian.
When the spiritual power in Dantian became full again, Xue Huan opened her eyes.
On the Arhat bed in front of her, Pei Ji was wearing a purple brocade robe embroidered with dark gold cloud patterns. He was leaning lazily, supporting his chin with one hand, looking at her without blinking, with a smile on the corner of his lips.
Xue Huan looked at him and blinked, wondering if she was hallucinating. "Pei Ji?"
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