Chapter 13: The Immortal Art of Treasure ()

What!?

A monk in the Central Plains?

Didn’t it mean that it was separated by a hundred thousand mountains?

Why did he actually arrive in Shannan?

A series of questions surged into his mind, but he refused to say anything, but just continued to listen.

"I am an ordinary monk from Liantian Gate, the largest sect in the Central Plains...."

"What?! Still an ordinary monk? Are you kidding?" Wei Shu couldn't help but interrupt.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Ding Qing sneered and said sarcastically: "The immortal cultivation world in Shannan is more than one level lower than that in the Central Plains. When you have the chance, you will understand it yourself."

"I have experienced so many hardships and achieved such achievements with ordinary qualifications. The difficulties are unimaginable. However, because of this, I cherish my current cultivation even more. I work harder every day to practice in Liantianmen, never causing trouble. I have been at peace for hundreds of years. But more than 20 years ago, my destiny changed."

"That time, in order to refine magic weapons, I went down the mountain to find essential materials. Because the materials were rare, I searched for a month before collecting all the materials. So I returned to Liantian Gate and prepared to go into seclusion to practice magic weapons."

"But halfway through, I heard that a treasure was born, and I was curious and followed me, not seeking to get the treasure, just to gain some knowledge. However, I didn't expect that there was an unexpected situation in the world, but I didn't know if I should say that I was lucky or had a disaster. By chance, I actually got the unearthed treasure, and it was not one, but two!"

"Then you are lucky! Some people say it! Ah, no, after you get the treasure, why don't others come to rob it?" Wei Shu seemed to have returned to his childhood when he heard his grandfather telling stories, and couldn't help but interrupt.

"Yes! Before I could check the treasure, I was attacked by a group and was seriously injured. I wanted to hand over the treasure, but I was unwilling to give it up: This is an opportunity given by God. Why should I hand over it? Furthermore, if I took the treasure, I would not be spared. So I escaped all the way and fought for millions of miles. Fortunately, I practiced a secret technique in my early years, and at the cost of consuming life, I escaped and tracked repeatedly, and found a place to meticulously restore my injuries."

Speaking of this, Ding Qing paused for a moment, as if he was exhausted. Obviously, his soul had almost disappeared, and he felt it was difficult to speak.

He continued, "I will only have the opportunity to check why the treasure is after my injury is better. One of them is a purple blade, crystal clear. With my knowledge, I don't know what it is made of. According to my guess, it should be a spiritual treasure. However, what really shocked me was another treasure - the jade slip. There was a martial art "Shuimu Fanhua" recorded there, which is an immortal technique that combines the two attributes of water and wood. It can be cultivated into an immortal, and it even records powerful magical powers."

Speaking of this, Ding Qing paused for a moment, and then said with a little regret: "It's a pity that this immortal technique must be practiced with both water and wood attributes before the Nascent Soul Stage. The more advanced the magic technique, the more powerful it is after reaching the Nascent Soul Stage. But despite this, I practiced according to it and broke through the bottleneck that has troubled me for a hundred years in just nine years. I even affirmed the value of this technique in my heart."

Then, Ding Qing said with a angrily voice: "Who did you think that those monks didn't know how to find my place of me to me for rest and chase me again. Among them, there was even an out-of-body cultivator. I had no choice but to escape again. In the end, several late-stage Nascent Soul and an out-of-body cultivator intercepted me. I thought I would die without a doubt, but I knew that there was no way out, so I discovered the teleportation array left by the ancient monk. I was damaged with my natal magic weapon and was severely injured again. I activated the teleportation array. After the teleportation was completed, I immediately destroyed the teleportation array. Only then did I want to fly away and find a place to recover from my injuries, but I didn't expect that I would stop and fell into the clouds. Then I met you."

Wei Shu was like listening to the heavenly book. After listening to Ding Qing's experience, he said, "Then you should take good care of your injuries and then practice the immortal arts safely by yourself. Isn't that beautiful! Why do you plot against me and take over my body?"

Speaking of taking over the body, Wei Shu's tone immediately became cold, and he still couldn't let go of Ding Qing's taking over the body.

Ding Qing smiled bitterly and said, "Don't I want to do this? Not to mention that I was so seriously injured and my physical function was damaged. This physical body cannot be completely restored, but I can completely restore it. However, because I used secret techniques many times when I escaped before, I lost my life span, and my life span was almost exhausted. Before my life span, I could not break through the late stage of the Nascent Soul, so..."

"So, you treat me as the best object to take over the body, right? But don't you say that can a monk in the Nascent Soul stage live forever? How..."

"Hmph, immortality? That's just a simple understanding of low-level cultivators. In fact, cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage can live for 200 years, the Foundation Establishment Stage is four hundred years, the Golden Elixir Stage is eight hundred years, the Nascent Soul Stage is only one thousand six hundred years, and so on. Only by passing the tribulation and ascending to the immortal world can you truly live forever!"

Ding Qing's words made Wei Shu blush, his knowledge was too low!

"Okay, let's get back to the point. During the years I have taught you, I have often walked around the south of the mountain and destroyed many people who have no idea of ​​at least making me angry. I have obtained a Supreme Wood-attributed martial art "The Eternal Life". You just need to pay more attention to some water-attributed martial arts in the future and lay a solid foundation for "Shuimu Fanhua". This is my compensation to you!"

Ding Qing added: "The things in my ring have already been put into your pocket, right? But those are nothing. My real treasures and the immortal arts are all placed in a storage bag, in the room where I usually meditate. In addition, if you have the opportunity to go to Zhongyuan in the future, I hope you can find a woman named Feng Baiqiao and hand over the jade pendant in the storage bag to her. I am very grateful."

"Don't worry, I will definitely bring you there whenever I have the chance."

"Thank you! People are about to die, and their words are good. Wei Shu, you are too kind-hearted and can easily suffer losses in the world of immortal cultivation. Therefore, you must retain your strength appropriately. Don't use your trump card easily when you are not in an emergency. Also, the cruelty of the world of immortal cultivation is beyond your imagination. If you have a large number of spiritual stone treasures, it is best not to let anyone know, otherwise the disaster of killing will not be far away! Furthermore, don't trust anyone, even your relatives must keep your hands everywhere!" Ding Qing seemed to be the old man who Dundun taught his grandson again, and repeatedly told Wei Shu.

"Yes, I will remember your words." Wei Shu replied, hesitating for a moment, and decided to ask the question in his heart: "I never understand. With your mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, how could you fail to take over my body and die?"

When Ding Qing heard this, he said in surprise: "What, don't you know?"

"What do I know? At that time, I just silently recited the nameless mantra you taught with all my strength, and did nothing. I just woke up like this." Wei Shu also said innocently with a surprised look on his face.

"So that's it, it's ridiculous for me. The mantra I taught me actually cheated myself. Could it be that this is God's will?" Ding Qing was a little crazy in his words and said, "In the end, I was so arrogant as a wedding dress, but I died in a foreign land. Haha..."

Ding Qing burst into laughter, and his already weak soul consciousness immediately disappeared. He heard him say intermittently: "Your little ball... is extremely magical... At that time, you... were surrounded by strange symbols... and forbidden me... the first time... the second time... but the purple ball swallowed... my Nascent Soul... gradually erased my... soul spirit. Remember to study it well, this is... a strange treasure!"

As Ding Qing spit out the last word, his soul completely dissipated!

Wei Shu saw Ding Qing's soul dissipated and was stunned for a while. Suddenly he felt tired and his body trembled. He woke up, as if he was dreaming. Ding Qing's words were still echoing in his heart, but the purple ball was gone.

Wei Shu couldn't help but burst into tears when he remembered Ding Qing's past good to him, but when he thought of his despicable behavior, he was very angry.

The two contradictory psychology fought in his heart, causing him torment his spirit. Just when Wei Shu was exhausted, Wuming's mantra automatically poured into his mind, and a sense of enlightenment arose in his heart: Since a person has passed away, what's the point of caring too much about his good and bad? Why be too persistent!

The next moment he realized it in his heart, a purple bead that spiraled and spun out in his mind. Wei Shu was surprised: Could this be the bead that devoured Ding Qing's soul? It doesn't look special!

"Huh! When did you have such a small bead?"

After thinking about it, Wei Shu freezes the time when he was thirteen years old. He and his grandfather went up the mountain to collect herbs and happened to have a spiritual medicine. In order to save the poisoned grandfather, he once uprooted the spiritual medicine and chewed it in his mouth. At that time, it seemed that something was swallowed by him, but later he forgot about it. It was not until today that he remembered it.

Is this what I swallowed by accident?

What can it be used for? It is purple and crystal clear, but it is comparable to its own purple jade tripod! No matter what, it is its "life-savior" after all, and we must treat it well.
Chapter completed!