Next, Teacher Luo continued to teach the second and third levels of "deceiving the heavens to cross the sea"...
Since the group had paid for the training, Teacher Luo certainly wouldn't stop after teaching only the first level, otherwise he would be ridiculed. Although Wang Yao and the others didn't plan to continue practicing, none of them stopped Teacher Luo. They simply memorized what he taught them.
After Teacher Luo finished teaching all nine levels of the "Deceive the Heavens and Cross the Sea" technique, he fell silent. After an unknown amount of time, a hoarse voice suddenly rang out in the Divine Demon Space: "I...I think I've mastered it. This...this voice is so strange, but...but I can't communicate with anyone..."
"You'll get used to it after a while. What kind of accents don't the beings in the Six Realms have? No one will bother to argue with you about this. As long as you don't mind, the other party will gradually accept it. Don't make a fuss. Once you get over your own psychological barrier, there's nothing to worry about," Teacher Luo said slowly.
"But... sigh, I'd better not say anything, it sounds awkward even to myself." The voice fell silent, and after a while, another extremely high-pitched voice rang out.
"Oh dear... I... Why does my voice sound like this? It sounds like someone is squeezing my throat. Isn't this voice weird? Hmm... Hmm... Hello everyone?..." The voice didn't sound awkward at all; instead, it kept talking, sounding quite fresh and curious.
After a while, two more strange voices echoed in the forging space. The original hoarse voice joined in, asking each other who they were and happily introducing themselves, having a great time. Meanwhile, Wang Yao was still meticulously combing the hair all over his body.
From toes to calves, and then to thighs, the final "mustache movement" is from bottom to top, sealing off all the pores segment by segment. Wang Yao felt as if his immortal body had entered a vacuum state from bottom to top. With the pores sealed, the immortal body had an indescribable sense of alienation from the surrounding environment.
The resulting psychological reaction was even stronger, as if his body was being tightly wrapped by something, making him feel suffocated and oppressed.
This suffocating feeling gradually rose through his closed pores, becoming increasingly intense, especially as the closed celestial body inch by inch crossed his chest, crawled over his neck, spread across his cheeks, and reached the top of his head, finally reaching its peak.
Wang Yao felt that if he didn't open his mouth and make a sound, he would suffocate. So, without realizing it, his lips suddenly opened, and a strange sound like a frog croaking came out of his mouth.
"Quack... What is this? Quack... This... I... Quack... Why does my voice sound so strange? Quack..." Wang Yao stared in astonishment at the strange sound he was making, speechless.
"This...this sound is rather bizarre! I've never heard it before..." Teacher Luo was also very surprised.
"Is that you, Wang Xian? Is that your voice?"
"Holy crap, Wang Xian, how did you turn into a frog?"
"Hehehe... Is it Wang Xian? How could it be...?"
...
Feng Huan and the others couldn't help but laugh.
Wang Yao was completely bewildered. When he opened his mouth, he kept croaking, "Why did I have to turn into a frog?" Even if he didn't mind, it wouldn't be easy for others not to be surprised.
"I guess it's because your cultivation level is still too low, Wang Xian. Once your cultivation level improves, your voice will probably be basically normal." Teacher Luo was also clueless and was making wild guesses.
However, Wang Yao knew in his heart that in terms of cultivation level, he was now on par with Feng Huan and Li Shishi. Why was it that the voices of the other two were still barely audible, while his own was so strange? It was probably not enough to explain it by cultivation level alone.
However, there is no other way now. If the frog boy continues to stay in the forging space, he will not become a rapper. He can only try his best to advance to the Nascent Soul stage as soon as possible and see if his voice will really become more normal after the level increases.
Even if it's still just the sound of frogs, as long as there's no "croak croak," we'll be thankful.
Wang Yao practiced "Xu Dong" several more times, but found that it still kept making "quacking" noises. He then resigned himself to his fate, greeted the immortals, and went to the statue of gods and demons to start casting again.
As the feeling of weightlessness came over him, the temperature of the spiritual energy around him slowly increased. Wang Yao was surprised to find that this forging process had started from the initial Qi Refining stage again. Like making soy sauce, after nine rounds of steaming and drying, the Foundation Establishment stage spiritual energy hammer came down, followed by the Golden Core stage electric drill.
This was Wang Yao's third attempt at forging the Golden Core stage. The Golden Core in his abdomen was significantly larger than before, having gone from being barely visible to resembling a grain of sand that could not be ignored, and it still showed a tendency to continue growing.
The red line on the golden core became increasingly clear, firmly drawing Wang Yao's attention to it, even dulling the intense pain in his abdomen.
The red line grew larger and larger in Wang Yao's consciousness, becoming like a vast red cloth that swept across his entire sea of consciousness. Wang Yao's consciousness gradually drifted out, as if it had left his body and existed independently.
This was the first time since the forging process began that all the pain had left Wang Yao. He seemed to be pulled away by the red thread, but he could not stand idly by as his body underwent forging, because his consciousness had been completely taken over by the red thread.
Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, the crimson of the red line vanished from his consciousness, and vivid images appeared in his mind.
That's... Huang Li and Zhen Huai? Zuo Han and Song Aifen? A head is pointing upwards, a lifelike stone-carved carp, and a large, dark-skinned foreigner clutching his genitals, jumping around merrily...
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