In the Black Abyss Prison, a jailer sat cross-legged on a cushion, practicing a profound and complicated technique.

He exuded a sense of tranquility. Even though storms were rising in his sea of ​​consciousness from time to time, drowning his awareness, he never showed any sign of abnormality.

The Golden Winged Roc Technique is truly miraculous, but it is also extremely difficult and dangerous to practice. If you are not careful, all your efforts will be wasted.

"I can almost seal it."

Mr. Chen drew nourishment for success from his failures. Every time he failed, he made a little more progress. Slowly accumulating, he laid a solid foundation and built a platform leading to the "Seal of Dharma".

At this time, he was very close to forming the seal.

“Buzz…”

Chen Sheng calmed down and immersed himself in cultivation. The spiritual power in his sea of ​​consciousness moved like a flying dragon, shuttling back and forth on a "seal".

The seal is bright all over. It was very simple at first, like the frame of a house. Then things were constantly filled in, and it gradually became complete, revealing a sense of substance.

The further we get to the end, the more difficult it becomes. We have to be cautious with every move, for fear that this work of art will be ruined.

Fortunately, the whole process went smoothly, and Chen Sheng finally crossed the threshold of the Golden Winged Peng Method.

"boom"

When the seal was formed, the sea of ​​consciousness was in turmoil, and streams of energy and spirit were madly absorbed by it like a river flowing back, and swallowed up.

Chen Sheng's first reaction was to prevent the loss of his essence, energy and spirit, but based on his understanding of the technique, he resisted the urge.

Soon, the speed at which the seal absorbed the energy slowed down until it became completely silent.

It became very calm, floating above the sea of ​​consciousness, its entire body translucent, like a treasure, flowing with mysterious light.

"I have mastered the Golden Winged Dapeng Technique."

Chen Sheng felt that there was a natural connection between him and the seal. As long as he thought about it and touched it, he could immediately perform the Golden Winged Roc magic and soar across the sky.

He decided to tell Taoist Dapeng the good news. After all, it was the method taught by the other party, and he had been feeling resentful about it, so he should say something.

"What problem have you encountered again?"

Taoist Dapeng's attitude was neither cold nor cold, with a hint of disdain. The Golden Winged Dapeng technique had been thrown out for a while, but Chen Sheng had not yet fallen into it, which made him wait very hard.

“I’ve mastered it.”

Mr. Chen said calmly.

"What? You have mastered the Golden Winged Peng Technique?! Impossible, this shouldn't be possible."

Taoist Dapeng was stunned at first, then he became extremely irritable, as if he was doubting his life.

Throughout his life, he had spent hundreds of years trying to figure out the Golden Winged Peng technique, but he had never made any progress.

The person who passed this method to Chen Sheng had sinister intentions. He really couldn't accept the other party's sudden turn of events.

"I didn't lie to you."

Chen Sheng's mind moved, and a bright light appeared between his eyebrows. The seal of the Golden-Winged Dapeng Dharma was extremely clear.

"The seal! How can you condense the seal successfully?"

Taoist Dapeng roared hysterically, with his hair disheveled, looking very scary.

His mentality collapsed. What he had been looking for so hard, Chen Sheng finally got it in just half a month.

The fact that he lost more than he gained was no longer enough to express the deep sorrow in his heart.

It’s painful, so painful.

Mr. Chen had said before that he would tell Taoist Dapeng about his insights into practicing the Golden Winged Dapeng Technique, and he kept his promise, but the Taoist kept muttering the word "damn it" and refused to listen at all, so he could only shake his head and leave.

Chen was not the only one who was happy. Dafu also had a happy day.

His plan to plant white wild grass all over the Black Prison was going very smoothly. First, he sold dozens of white wild flowers to various acquaintances, and then from subsequent pre-orders, he had already made back his investment.

"Qingdi, I did it."

Dafu told Mr. Chen the good news. He was beaming with joy and it was obvious that he was very happy.

He spent his young years in the Black Abyss Prison. His life there was just like here, peaceful but a little chilly, with very little light.

The spread of white weeds brings in money, but there is also a sense of release from a dry soul.

"Congratulations."

Mr. Chen congratulated him sincerely. This was a great joy in Dafu's life. The other party was able to share it with him, which showed that he valued it.

He would not spoil the fun or belittle anything; he would just praise it.

"This is for you."

As he spoke, Da Fu took out a brocade bag from his arms and handed it to Chen Sheng.

He had said before that he would thank Mr. Chen for his advice, and this visit was both to share his joy and to express his gratitude.

"Young seedlings of yang grass."

Chen Sheng opened the brocade bag, and found a small magical herb inside. The leaves were long and narrow, a bit sharp like metal, and there were strands of golden light in the green, like gold threads on embroidered cloth, which was very beautiful.

He recognized the Shengyang Grass at once. It was mid-level among the first-level spiritual herbs. The germination rate of its seeds was not high, only one in three, but after germination, it could generally grow safely.

Dafu didn't send seeds but seedlings, which obviously showed that he took this into consideration and was very thoughtful.

"You figured it out? I spent a long time choosing it. The servant of Onodo said that Shengyang grass can also survive in the Black Abyss Prison, but the price is a little more expensive than Baiye grass."

Dafu had limited knowledge about spiritual herbs, but thanks to the careful introduction by Onodo, he was able to choose a suitable gift.

"If you have any questions about spiritual herbs in the future, you can ask me."

The price of Shengyang grass seedlings is not cheap. Chen Sheng estimated that 20% of the spirit stones that Dafu earned this time were spent on this.

He wanted to refuse, but when he thought about Dafu's kindness and the sincerity in his heart, he realized that it would hurt his feelings if he refused, so he had to accept it.

However, after this, his understanding of Dafu suddenly became deeper.

This is a sincere person, not too cunning, he adheres to integrity and will not do anything out of line.

"In fact, I probably won't have much chance to come into contact with spiritual herbs."

Da Fu felt a little embarrassed. It seemed like a coincidence that he came into contact with white wild grass this time.

The threshold for spiritual herbs is too high. Even though he likes them very much, he still remains sober and does not touch them.

Ordinary flowers and plants are also good. They can cultivate the body and mind and will not add too much burden to the mind.

“Learning more may not necessarily be useful, but when you need it, don’t worry.”

Mr. Chen did not have too many prejudices when it came to knowledge about spiritual herbs. He saw that Dafu really liked flowers and plants and was a particular person, so he was willing to teach him.

As long as Dafu works hard and studies diligently for a few years, I can't guarantee that he will become a first-class alchemist, but he can certainly learn to the level of an alchemy apprentice.

"Well then..."

Da Fu didn't know Chen Sheng's abilities, but after a little contact, he knew that the other party was knowledgeable in the field of spiritual herbs. He could tell his skills from the first glance at the young Yang grass seedlings just now.

He really liked flowers and plants, and seeing that Mr. Chen was willing to teach him, he was persuaded. He didn't seek to learn very much, but was happy to just pass the time.

With Dafu's channels, Bai Yecao's presence spread throughout the Black Abyss Prison, as if it could be seen everywhere.

A young man with a cold face saw this scene, found Dafu, asked the reason, and came to Chen Sheng.

"Chen Qingdi, huh?"

Wang Xian has a knack for judging people's faces. He can tell the temperament and inner thoughts of many people older than him after just a brief contact with them.

As usual, he observed Chen Sheng, but he couldn't see anything. Or rather, he saw something, but the other person's mind was as calm as water and his eyes were peaceful, so there was not much worth talking about.

"Who are you?"

Mr. Chen nodded and asked about the visitor's identity.

"I am the same as you. I am a jailer in Area A11. I heard from Dafu that the spread of white weed started from you."

Wang Xian briefly talked about himself. When he mentioned Bai Yecao, the coldness on his face disappeared and became warm, as if he was determined to get to the bottom of the matter.

"On a whim, I planted a white weed."

Mr. Chen pointed to the white wild grass basking in the sun under the window. It was so fresh and beautiful that the darkness and silence around it faded a lot, adding a rare kind of vitality.

"Are you familiar with spiritual herbs?"

Wang Xian listened carefully. When he heard about Chen Sheng’s original intention of planting white wild grass, he nodded repeatedly. Then he got to know Chen Sheng better.

"I have some superficial knowledge of this."

Mr. Chen originally thought that he had exposed his knowledge of spiritual herbs, which aroused Wang Xian's suspicion, but after a while, he realized that he was overthinking.

This jailer, who is also from Area A11, should be the "busybody" in the Black Abyss Prison. He has a strong desire to explore all things.

"That's already pretty impressive, it's considered a skill."

There was a hint of admiration in Wang Xian's words. If he learned more about spiritual herbs, he might be able to become an alchemy apprentice if the opportunity arises.

At this point, it can be said that the family tradition is profound. If one or two of the later generations can become alchemists, it would be a glory to the family.

"Do you know Dapeng Taoist?"

When Chen Sheng saw such a person, he couldn't help but mention Taoist Dapeng. After all, Dapeng was a prisoner who taught him two profound Taoist methods. It would be rude if he didn't know anything about him.

"Yes, as the prison guard of Area A11, I still need to know more about the prisoners in our area."

Wang Xian patted his chest, very confident. He was an intelligence officer in the Black Abyss Prison. If he was clueless about the prisoners' information, he would be laughed at.

He knew the details about Taoist Dapeng. He was a highly dangerous person in Area A11 and his reputation was too great.

"When he was young, he was poor and worked as a servant in a merchant family. He was starving and often went into the water to catch fish to fill his stomach. Once, he almost drowned, but he accidentally got a broken jade slip and started his road to counterattack."

"Later, he became an immortal cultivator, killed the Shang family, and set a fire to burn away his past."

"From now on, the world has lost a menial servant and gained a ruthless immortal cultivator."

"It is very risky to team up with him to explore the secret realm. Usually the whole team will be wiped out. He embezzled all the spoils and gradually reached the foundation-building stage."

"He had a very smooth journey."

"The only thing that happened to him was that he provoked our Immortal Sect and was directly arrested and thrown into prison."

Wang Xian spoke in detail and described Taoist Dapeng's past clearly, which demonstrated the excellent ability of an intelligence officer.

"He's always been a fighter? Is there no other story?"

Mr. Chen could tell that Taoist Dapeng was either on his way to kill people and steal treasures, or he was practicing.

Other than that, there's really nothing else to say.

"No."

Wang Xian nodded. Taoist Dapeng was a ruthless man. In order to pursue the Tao, he gave up all his desires.

"The hardships of youth became a mental barrier that one could not escape from throughout life."

Mr. Chen knew that the world was a dangerous place and that being ruthless was a good thing, but Taoist Dapeng's actions were too extreme.

Where there is darkness, there is light, two sides of the same coin. The principles that one figures out when young may be useful for a while, but cannot be regarded as a lifetime experience.

If you think you have mastered the truth of the world and insist on going all the way to the end, you will never be able to get out of the darkness.

Wang Xian found out what he wanted and left quickly to inquire about other information.

An excellent intelligence officer must constantly supplement his knowledge and experience, otherwise he will be eliminated.

Chen Sheng practiced the Golden Winged Peng Technique. This escape technique was very powerful and vaguely transcended the scope of magic. It had a hint of supernatural powers.

Condensing the Dharma seal is just the beginning.

If you want to achieve great success, you have to draw more lines inside the seal. The more complex it is, the more powerful it will be.

“Buzz…”

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the clear and bright Dharma seal exudes wonderful fluctuations, like a top-grade vessel, as if it were real.

Chen Sheng controlled his thoughts and outlined long and thin lines on it. It didn't matter if he failed, as he could erase them. It wouldn't be like before he condensed the seal, where he would have to start all over again if he made a mistake.

After spending two hours looking carefully, the seal did not change much. It was like a complicated and huge project, being built bit by bit, with no visible progress at all.

During this period, the consumption of energy and shen spirit is extremely great, just like carving on a diamond with a fine needle, it is difficult and arduous.

Some people are practicing the Golden Winged Roc Technique, while others are worried about it.

"He has mastered the Golden Winged Peng Technique."

It has been several days, and Taoist Dapeng still hasn't recovered. He looks dazed and has been hit hard.

To master the Golden Winged Peng Dharma has been his lifelong pursuit. He has been searching hard but unable to attain enlightenment. It is like a mirage in the water, all in vain.

Originally, his obsession wasn't that strong, it was just a bit of regret.

But Chen Sheng succeeded, which completely shattered his mentality and his faith in Taoism.

"Why? Why on earth?"

Whenever he thought of this, Taoist Dapeng wanted to roar to the sky. He practiced diligently and never slacked off. He also had the opportunity, but he could not cultivate the Golden Winged Dapeng method.

As for the jailer, he was a nobody with low cultivation level. It took him more than half a month to get the entry.

"I must destroy him."

He was so jealous that his mind was twisted, and his body was shaking in the darkness, as if he was hugging, or as if he was sacrificing his body and mind to the devil in the darkness.

In another flash, the features on his face became extremely peaceful, his eyes were sincere, and even in the darkness, he had an aura of freedom and relief.

Become a Buddha in one thought?

No, he just got serious.

Violence is not only written on the face, it can also exist in the heart, and even if it is hidden for too long, it will be even more terrifying when released.

Taking advantage of the goodness of human nature and turning it into a hidden arrow to hurt others is the true explanation for the treacherous nature of human nature.

(End of this chapter)