It has been raining continuously for the past two days.

Every autumn rain brings a chill, but Zhao Rong doesn’t feel much.

Inside his body, the little red snake that symbolized his innate vitality was showing signs of transforming into a dragon, and he could actually feel the changes in his body.

After returning from the lecture pavilion, he drank the well water in the small bamboo tube that night, and the changes happened again.

The red snake body is dotted with golden scales, like the golden sunset leaking through the red maple forest, dazzling and eye-catching.

Next to the blurry snake lips manifested by the mist, golden lines extended, getting longer and longer, almost leaving the body and turning into long, flowing beard.

Using Zhu Yourong's teacup from the calligraphy class two days ago as a measure, Zhao Rong has drunk a total of three cups of Zhengguan well water so far.

But in Gui's words, this is not enough.

The area of ​​the scales is at most about one-tenth, the dragon whiskers have not yet taken shape, and their number is not large.

But even so, the changes that Zhao Rong could feel were real.

The innate vital energy is inherently linked to the cultivator's physique, and is even more important for cultivators who are in the Dengtian and Fuyao realms and are taking the path of martial artists.

However, the general way to practice it is for warriors to strengthen their bodies to draw on their innate vitality and make it stronger and stronger.

Because the strength of the physical body determines the ceiling of the amount of innate vitality in the body.

Some things that ignite qi and blood and assist in breaking through the realm, such as the unknown lotus seed porridge that Zhao Rong drank not long ago, can temporarily increase the amount of innate vitality, causing the little red snake to go violent and attack the meridians.

This method of increasing innate energy cannot last long, and it is not even easy to use it too often on a daily basis.

However, at present, the situation caused by the red snake transforming into a dragon in Zhao Rong's body is that his innate vitality has undergone unknown changes, which has led to the strengthening of his physique.

Before, if Zhao Rong took off all his clothes in the middle of the night, he would still feel the biting cold of late autumn. But now, he felt that the little red snake had become hot and was moving among his meridians, making him warm and no longer cold.

Zhao Rong didn't know whether this change was big or not. He was curious about the changes in other cultivators' cultivation in these realms so that he could compare them with his own. However, Liu Sanbian, who had introduced him to cultivation and was considered half a master, had passed away. What? He was asking who the other half a master was?

Of course it was... a certain stupid fox demon. Although Xiaoxiao had never taught him how to practice, and even almost broke Zhao Rong's vow, preventing him from ever entering the Fuyao realm again, this girl had always been one of the main driving forces that encouraged Zhao Rong to practice - he never wanted to have his pants torn by her again. He was not as strong as her, and he almost couldn't resist and succumbed to her. It was too humiliating.

As for a certain sword spirit with the surname Gui, Zhao Rong felt that it had nothing to do with him at all. What kind of master was he? This guy could only make big promises for him and shout loudly when he saw good things, making his heart tremble. He had no experience in practicing to the Heavenly Realm.

If you want to talk about help, the book "The Ant's Ascent to Heaven" that he thought about for a long time before deciding on is available at the bookstore outside the academy. Not long ago, Zhao Rong saw Brother Teng Ying secretly bought a copy... As for the cake he drew for him two days ago, "vaguely remembering an ancient peerless martial arts method", who knows if it is... The Ant's Ascension to Heaven?

So, asking it is useless, just ask 'this realm passed too quickly and you didn't pay attention, why don't you ask a more profound question, for example, how to nurture the Yang God's outer body in the Nascent Soul Realm'. If you insist on asking it 'children's questions about the Ascension Realm', this cheap sword spirit will probably turn around and say 'No way, no way, no one would even ask questions about the Ascension Realm...'.

Therefore, Zhao Rong is now in the dark about his cultivation in the Heavenly Realm. Brother Sanbian only left some key insights into the Broken Mirror before he left. As for the Red Snake Transforming into a Dragon, he probably would never have thought that Zhao Rong would encounter such a thing...

In the early morning, the drizzle that had been falling for two days suddenly stopped.

As usual, Zhao Rong lit a lamp and read the commentaries on Confucian classics all night. Then he stretched himself, washed up, and went out for a walk by the lake for his morning reading. After returning to Dongli Cottage, he glanced at the grass behind the fence, picked a tender cucumber, and went to class with Jia Tengying and Fan Yushu.

He had not tried to flush the pulses immediately during the past few nights. Instead, he was planning to find a way to get the embarrassing cup of tea that Zhu Yourong had taken away. After drinking the fourth cup of well water, he would flush the pulses again to see how powerful this mutated red snake was...

At this time, the three of them were on their way to Mo Chi Academy.

An autumn breeze blew by.

Zhao Rong turned his head and glanced at Jia Tengying who was trembling. "Are you okay, Brother Tengying?"

Jia Tengying shook his head and said, "It will be better when we get to the academy. Thank you, Brother Ziyu."

Zhao Rong nodded. In this world, it was indeed difficult for scholars living in the mountains to study in autumn and winter, unless they were from wealthy families.

He looked down at his palms, and at that moment, he felt like a furnace.

Zhao Rong remembered that Liu Sanbian had said that the purpose of mortal practice is to transcend the ordinary and become a saint, and the ultimate goal of a warrior is to climb the mountain step by step, to use a nine-foot body to contain the vast energy and blood of the ten-thousand-foot Kunpeng and become a Kunpeng warrior.

However, Zhao Rong had a vague feeling as to how far his physical body had changed. After absorbing the dragon energy from three cups of well water, his current state seemed a little wild, not like the normal physique of a person in the Dengtian Zhenyi period.

He didn't know what the physique of Qingjun, a peak swordsman in the Haoran Realm, was like. When he held her before, he was only concerned with feeling the warmth and softness. He didn't know if Qingjun would feel the biting autumn cold after taking off all her clothes in the middle of the night if she was like him. If she felt cold, cough cough, it's okay, Zhao Rong is not cold, his body is like a stove, and she can hold him...

Zhao Rong was walking on the road, subconsciously having some random thoughts, and then he quickly stopped thinking.

He thought about it and couldn't help but say in his heart: "Hey, Gui, you are in the Ascension and Fuyao realms, and you don't have the physique of a normal cultivator who follows the martial arts path. If it is this autumn and winter cold, will you feel cold?"

"What is cold? I have forgotten what it feels like to be cold. Wait, no way, no way, no way, someone would really feel cold after climbing a mountain to practice..."

Zhao Rong: “…”

I knew I shouldn't ask.

In the lake of his heart, Gui uttered a word as usual, and then remained quiet for a moment, as if he could see why Zhao Rong had been uneasy in the past few days.

It pondered and said, "Your body has become a little strange... I'd like to talk to you about whether you should continue to collect the water from the ancient well and drink the dragon energy. Zhao Rong, you decide for yourself."

Zhao Rong looked up at the school building not far in front of him, then turned around to look at the students and classmates who were also attending classes.

He was inconspicuous in the vast crowd.

"Tell me about it."

Gui was silent for a moment, "According to my observation, the innate vitality in your body has not increased at all."

"Then why does the physique become stronger?"

"The sudden increase in your physical strength is not caused by the quantitative change of your innate vitality. The dragon energy caused your innate vitality to change... qualitatively."

Zhao Rong said nothing.

Gui Hu said: "You should know that the physique of the alien demon race is inherently stronger than that of us humans."

Zhao Rong nodded slowly, because he thought of Xiao Xiao, such a small body, who had never exercised her body, but was so strong. Suddenly, he was stunned:

"Wait, you mean..."

Gui continued, "That's right. After the red snake in your body absorbed the dragon energy and began to transform into a dragon, it underwent a qualitative change and transformed into the physique of an alien monster. With the same innate vitality, the physique of alien monsters is stronger than that of humans. The same is true for you now. Moreover, the dragons of the wild species are the best in terms of physique among monsters."

Zhao Rong licked his lips and said nothing.

The sword spirit sighed slightly, "So if the red snake in your body absorbs enough well water and successfully transforms into a dragon, then you will become the alien body that belongs to this dragon energy, which is almost the same."

Zhao Rong suddenly asked: "Will I also become a demon? Or half human, half demon?"

Gui thought for a moment, "Will you become a transvestite..."

"Change your words!" Zhao Rong interrupted.

"...Okay, I'm not sure whether you will become a demon or not, but logically speaking, it should only be a change in your physique. After all, you have only been infected by the innate vitality and dragon energy, not a change in your bloodline."

Gui Yue was eager to try and said, "I have never seen this before. Zhao Rong, how about we give it a try?"

Zhao Rong: “…”

Gui urged, "The dragonborns I've seen are all very handsome. Why don't you give it a try? As for the scales and tails that grow on the bodies of these scaly creatures, you'll be fine as long as you hide them."

Zhao Rong's face turned dark.

You dare to let me try anything, you wish I would die!

The sword spirit laughed for a while, then stopped joking and said seriously, "In theory, it's not a big problem. There are risks, but compared to the benefits, the fragile human body has the physique of a dragon, and the blood and energy of a nine-foot-tall Kunpeng are similar. You can try it."

After it finished speaking, the lake in my heart became quiet again.

After a while.

Zhao Rong changed the question and asked, "How much water from this well should I collect to transform my body?"

Gui Youyou said: "The more the better."

Zhao Rong: “…”

There is only one arts class this morning, which is a poetry class.

Zhao Rong rolled up his sleeves, thinking about something, and walked into Shuexing Hall with a calm expression.

Many students from Ruxingtang looked at him sideways.

He did stand out a little bit a few days ago, but it might be because he was a new student. Apart from his two good friends, only Yu Huaijin, Li Xueyu and Xiao Hongyu would say hello to Zhao Rong when they met him. The other classmates seemed to be still watching him and had no intention of approaching him immediately. They did not take the initiative to call him to some gatherings in Ruxing Hall.

However, the overt rejection and vocal ridicule like before the calligraphy class were no longer there. Now, when Wu Peiliang accidentally met Zhao Rong's eyes, he would run away first.

Therefore, at the moment, Zhao Rong is also happy and relaxed, he still has a lot of things to do.

At this moment, a figure walked in from outside the Suixing Hall.

Zhao Rong looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a kind face, a long beard, and black hair all draped behind his back. He was wearing a wide-breasted shirt with a long belt tied casually around it, and wooden clogs on his feet.

Dressed like a celebrity.

Zhao Rong was slightly stunned. This person was exactly Mr. Chen, the man he had seen before when he was refused entry to the academy and was surrounded by scholars while buying wine.

He was still holding the ink-colored wine jug in one hand and a stack of rolled-up manuscripts in the other, and his appearance didn't seem much different from that day.

Mr. Chen walked to the podium, put his things away, and looked around at the students in the room. He coughed lightly, picked up the wine jug, and smiled at Yu Huaijin, who had a serious expression, "Just one sip."

Yu Huaijin frowned and nodded.

Mr. Chen opened the wine bottle, took a sip, smacked his lips, smiled, and then held the wine bottle forward, motioning, "Would you like some too?"

Yu Huaijin and the students of Ruexingtang shook their heads together.

In the back row, Zhao Rong laughed when he saw this and then shook his head.

Mr. Chen nodded, put the wine pot on the table, thought for a moment, picked it up again, and put it as far away from him as possible. Then he took out a book and said slowly, "Then let's start the class. Today we will continue to talk about this book of poems from a small country in the south."

The poetry class officially begins.

Soon, the afternoon passed...

After the poetry class, Mr. Chen picked up the ink wine pot and the book and left.

In Ruexing Hall, the voice gradually sounded.

At this moment, Yu Huaijin who was sitting in the front row suddenly stood up, raised his hands, turned around and walked towards the back row of Ruexing Hall.

Most of the students in the hall were attracted and followed her gaze.

Soon, Yu Huaijin came to Zhao Rong's table. She looked at him for a while with a stern face, and suddenly said, "Mr. Zhu wants to see you. She is in Yilanxuan."

Zhao Rong blinked.

He just happened to be looking for her for something.