There's Something Wrong With My Immortal Path

Chapter 112: Master's Night Observation of Celestial Phenomenon, Not Suitable for Alchemy Tomorrow

Within the lower dantian, the celestial seed floated in mid-air, its vitality and blood energy dim.

Looking at the motionless celestial seed, Xia Ming couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart.

A bold idea gradually rose in his mind.

Does this celestial seed need regular feeding? Is my blood energy its food?

Could it be that the method to activate the celestial seed is also to infuse it with blood energy? But with my limited blood energy, not to mention activating it, even feeding it once would be difficult!

Although he realized the cruelty of reality, Xia Ming didn't feel too much disappointment in his heart.

The road must be taken step by step, and the destination is right there, it won't run away.

Touching his thin face, Xia Ming began his journey of devouring the sea of delicacies.

Nourishing elixirs, medicinal herbs that nourish qi and strengthen the body, and the flesh and blood of savage beasts...

Chewing on the robust blood ginseng while frantically activating the blood wheel in his body.

As the crimson gears interlocked and steam surged, a warm current continuously flowed into Xia Ming's body.

Then, wisps of blood-colored smoke rose in the lower dantian as well.

Seeing this scene, Xia Ming finally let out a long breath.

Observing the faint blood energy in the lower dantian and glancing at the motionless celestial seed, doubts arose in Xia Ming's mind once again.

Does blood energy also have cultivation techniques? Is it just relying on eating? The blood wheel always feels like it's missing something.

And what is the "Extreme Sea Blood Scripture"?

Almost as if by chance, Xia Ming thought of the scripture he heard in the darkness that day.

It seems that the "Extreme Sea Blood Scripture" is the symbol imprinted on the Extreme Sea Blood Wheel. Unfortunately, when the Extreme Sea Blood Wheel fell into Xia Ming's hands, it turned into a gear interlocking heavenly vault.

Naturally, Xia Ming couldn't explore the runes on it anymore. There are gains and losses in life, and losing something is often inevitable.

Taking out a bronze mirror and looking at his slightly restored figure, Xia Ming decisively took out a jade slip and called for Han Dong'er.

"Dong'er, I will observe the Celestial Phenomenon tonight. It's not suitable for alchemy tomorrow, so you can study on your own."

On the other end of the jade slip, Han Dong'er with a rosy complexion listened to Xia Ming's voice over and over again.

And the bedding beneath her tightened little by little, until finally, the young girl let out a long, soft gasp.

Wiping the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, Han Dong'er had a satisfied expression on her face.

Master always sends me voice messages.

If this isn't love, then what is?

Master must have feelings for me!

With beautiful fantasies about the future, Han Dong'er fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, Xia Ming arrived at the Tianhe Sect's library.

Elder Shouge Xu Yan looked at Xia Ming's thin face and couldn't help but speak earnestly, "Elder Yin, you must take care of your health and not overwork yourself. You are still young, and in due time, you will have a place as a Supreme Elder of Tianhe Sect!"

Facing Elder Shouge, Xu Yan, Xia Ming humbly replied with a bow, "Elder Xu, please rest assured. Yin Seventeen knows his limits."

After receiving Xia Ming's identity token, Xu Yan couldn't help but ask another question, "Elder Yin, are you still going to read the ancient books today?"

"Yes, it would trouble Elder Xu," Xia Ming replied.

"No trouble at all, no trouble at all," Xu Yan reassured.

After retrieving his token, Xia Ming walked towards the depths of the library while contemplating Xu Yan's words.

The so-called ancient books are writings on various materials such as jade, stone, leather, silk, paper, bamboo, and more.

And the counterpart to ancient books is modern books, which are written on jade slips, carrying textual information.

Compared to ancient books, modern books are easier for cultivators to read, but ancient books have something that modern books can never possess.

That something is called Dao Rhyme.

When writing ancient books, authors intentionally or unintentionally leave traces, and some even like to hide things within the ancient books.

It is said that some people have gained insights into sword techniques by observing sword inscriptions.

In a sense, Dao Rhyme is also a kind of inheritance.

To feel my Dao Rhyme, to comprehend what I comprehend, it is rare to have such understanding and empathy.

And for Xia Ming, ancient books hold a unique significance.

Ancient books can be redefined by Xia Ming's Goldfinger.

In fact, Xia Ming has been to the library many times before. After that great chaos, the thirty-plus sects of Xizi Cangzhou became a thing of the past.

Naturally, the three sects of Heaven, Earth, and Human inherited the vast majority of the assets of the thirty-plus sects, including mountains, rivers, mines, population, martial arts inheritance, and various ancient and modern books.

Among these three sects, Tianhe Sect has the richest collection of ancient books, which is why Xia Ming chose Tianhe Sect.

Without lingering on the shelves outside, Xia Ming continued to walk towards the depths. The ancient books displayed outside were not very valuable.

Xia Ming had already scanned through them before and didn't find anything suitable for his studies.

Even if there were one or two amazing ideas, it would be difficult to integrate them into Xia Ming's current system.

The lower dantian had already become a kettle for boiling water. He couldn't smash the kettle again.

Of course, there were no Divine Abilities above Core Formation here.

Those things were in the hands of the Supreme Elders of the sect, and they were tools to attract talents.

However, Xia Ming's goal was not those martial arts. His goal was to use his Goldfinger to sift through all the ancient books here.

If he could find something that could perfect his path of immortality, that would be even better.

As he walked deeper into the library, the surrounding fluorescent stones shimmered, and in Xia Ming's eyes, the names on the ancient books began to distort.

After Goldfinger's rearrangement, Xia Ming could still understand most of the content.

For example, on one side of the bookshelf, there were dancing words with open mouths and waving claws.

Upon closer inspection, there were only two characters - "nonsense".

Xia Ming even saw "yellow book".

I don't know what's written inside.

But for some ancient books, Xia Ming really didn't recognize them.

At this time, Xia Ming would habitually look back because he knew that the quiet demon would always be behind him.

"Muchuan, what is this?"

Looking at the twisted characters on the book in his hand, Xia Ming couldn't hold it anymore.

"A guide to collecting and refining renewable minerals."

Blinking his eyes, Muchuan extended his slender fingers and pointed word by word.

"The rules for disciples."

Throwing the thick book aside, Xia Ming trembled and continued to walk deeper.

After looking at several bookshelves, Xia Ming slowly closed his eyes. Goldfinger was working beyond capacity, and his body felt extremely uncomfortable.

But fortunately, the Blood Pill could alleviate it, but once he took the Blood Pill, Goldfinger would be gone.

Leaning on the bookshelf, Xia Ming planned to read a few more books before going back.

Alas, greed leads to nothing.

Recently, luck has been poor, and I can't find the key items for a perfect system.

In the midst of sighing, Xia Ming looked at the bookshelf again.

In the depths of his mind, he felt something.

With a glance, Xia Ming saw a huge scroll in the corner.

"A reasonable formation combination to achieve maximum energy output."

Huh?

What is this?

Xia Ming was surprised, and at that moment, a fair little hand reached out.

"This is the 'Yin Yang Five Elements Formation'."

At the moment when the leather scroll was pulled out, a small booklet fell out of the corner.

Seeing the booklet, Xia Ming was surprised again.

"&!￥Treasure?!"

Huh?

Garbled characters?

What is this?

"Muchuan, what is this book?"

Leaning against Xia Ming, Muchuan said word by word,

"'The Chronicles of the Yunfu Mountain Hermit'."

Looking at the "Chronicles of the Yunfu Mountain Hermit" in his hand, Xia Ming's pupils suddenly contracted.

Could it be that this book contains some treasure information?

Can Goldfinger understand this too?

Without hesitation, Xia Ming went directly to Xu Yan with these two ancient books.

After looking at the two ancient books in front of him and then at the tired Xia Ming, Xu Yan wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

You, an Alchemist, what do you need the "Yin Yang Five Elements Formation" for?

And that "Chronicles of the Yunfu Mountain Hermit", it's just a leisure book!

Sigh, young people these days.

I don't understand, I don't understand.

With a long sigh, Xu Yan waved his hand and let Xia Ming go.

Two leisure books, what's the point of registering...

Putting the things into the storage ring, Xia Ming planned to go to the market at the foot of the mountain.

After this period of updates and development, Xia Ming's Bluetooth Sword Formation has been upgraded to version 2.0.

He lacks everything except swords.

Iron swords, spirit swords... he lacks them all.

Iron swords are fine, they're cheap, but spirit swords are expensive.

Considering that Xia Ming is currently refining his lower dantian, he really lacks spirit stones.

Fortunately, today is the fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, and there is a discount sale, so Xia Ming plans to go and take a look.

At the same time, Han Dong'er, who opened her eyes with joy, listened to Xia Ming's voice transmission jade slip several times before slowly getting up.

Today, Han Dong'er planned to go down the mountain with some female disciples to have some fun. After all, she is a young girl and naturally likes lively places.

Sure enough, before she finished washing up, three or five beautiful female cultivators barged into her room.

Sniff! Sniff!!

Sniffing the smell in the room, one of the female cultivators showed an extremely strange expression.

"Tsk tsk tsk, in this winter month, why does Winter's room have a spring-like smell?"

"Huh? Hahaha!"

One person spoke, and everyone laughed.

The cold winter's face in front of the dressing table suddenly turned bright red.

Biting her lip lightly, the cold winter raised her eyebrows and pounced directly towards the woman.

"You little brat! I dare you to say that again, hm!"

"Hahaha! Stop tickling me! Winter! I'm ticklish! I'm sorry, Winter!"

"Hm!"

The cold winter hummed softly, about to get up, but then she saw the woman pick up the communication jade slip from the pillow.

Oh no! Something bad is happening!

The cold winter's face changed, about to snatch it, but unfortunately the woman had already infused spiritual energy into it.

Then, a cold voice slowly echoed in the room.

[Winter, as your master, I have observed the Celestial Phenomenon tonight and it is not suitable for alchemy tomorrow. You should study on your own.]

Hearing this voice, the cold winter trembled, and the spreading redness reached her earlobes.

[Winter, as your master, I have observed the Celestial Phenomenon tonight and it is not suitable for alchemy tomorrow. You should study on your own.]

Seeing the appearance of the cold winter, the woman deliberately repeated it.

"Oh~~~ Winter? Who is Winter?"

"Hahaha!"

For a while, the room was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Blushing, the cold winter snatched the jade slip and buried her head deep in the bedding.

"Wuwuwu... You... You all bully me..."

Seeing the cold winter like this, the female cultivators present had no intention of letting her go.

"Yoyoyo—Is our Winter shy?"

Some even touched the slender waist of the cold winter and praised, "Look at this small waist, I wonder how that heartless person can resist it."

In fact, all the female cultivators present knew that the cold winter had someone in her heart, and that person was Yin Seventeen of the Qingdai Peak.

Although he was called the master, they were actually not much different in age. Yin Seventeen was not yet in his thirties, and the cold winter was only sixteen.

Gently patting the graceful curves of the cold winter, one of the women in a purple dress said,

"Alright, alright, get up. Sister has a gift for you. Don't you want to see what it is?"

Burying her head deep in the blanket, the blushing cold winter refused to come out.

"I won't look! I won't look! I won't look!"

"Oh? Are you sure, Winter? Don't you want to see the other half of Elder Yin's face?"

"Huh??"

Upon hearing this, the cold winter suddenly raised her head.

"Sister Lin? Have you seen the other half of Master Yin's face?"

Lin Miao poked Han Dong'er's forehead with her finger and gave her a disdainful look.

"Silly Dong'er, don't you remember? My grandmother is the highest authority in the Medicine Valley. I specifically asked her about it. When Elder Yin entered the mountain, he went to the Medicine Valley and met my grandmother. She told me that Elder Yin lost his left eye, but there were no wounds on his face. However, Elder Yin's constitution seems to be special. His eye cannot grow back. If we can find his lost eye, there might be a chance to reattach it."

As she spoke, Lin Miao took out a long scroll.

"Here, this was specially painted by a famous artist. It cost quite a few spirit stones."

Han Dong'er threw herself into Lin Miao's arms, her face blushing.

"I knew it, Sister Lin Miao is the best to me."

"Alright, alright, why don't you open it and take a look?"

Upon hearing this, the other female cultivators nearby also gathered around.

"Yes, yes, open it and take a look."

Under the gaze of the women, Han Dong'er slowly unrolled the scroll.

Inside the scroll was a refined man wearing a light blue robe.

His long hair was tied up, his nose was high, his eyes were deep, and there was a faint smile on his lips.

But the most striking feature was that his left eye was slightly closed, giving him a mysterious aura.

Looking at the person in the painting, Han Dong'er was momentarily stunned.

So... this is what Master looks like?

It seems... I like him even more.

...

At the same time, Xia Ming also arrived at the bustling market at the foot of the mountain.

The market was large and lively. Xia Ming wandered around and bought many iron swords.

As Xia Ming wandered, he couldn't help but think of He Niansheng.

The scene he saw with his left eye that day gave Xia Ming a sense of familiarity.

Thinking of the blood He Niansheng vomited, Xia Ming clenched his fist.

"He Niansheng is severely injured. If I can find his location, do I have the strength to fight him?"

"The Bluetooth Sword Formation still lacks a few core spirit swords. If I can gather them and set up an ambush, there might be a chance..."

"I just don't know what He Niansheng obtained from the Mirror World, and why he fought with Zhao Jiu..."

Lost in his thoughts, Xia Ming caught sight of a treasure.

On a stall, an old black man wrapped in a sheepskin coat was selling swords.

In a thousand-year-old purple sandalwood box, ten palm-sized mini flying swords lay quietly.

Don't be fooled by their small size, once infused with spiritual energy, they would immediately grow larger.

Looking at the ten flying swords, Xia Ming couldn't move his feet.

These ten flying swords were all purple, like precious jade. They were the spirit swords made from Purple Jade Thunder Bamboo.

Before the small stall, many cultivators had already asked about the price, but without exception, they shook their heads and left after asking.

Some even scolded the crazy old man when they left.

Approaching the stall, Xia Ming carefully examined the old man in the sheepskin coat. He was at the Late Stage of Foundation Building and didn't look remarkable.

He didn't have an identity badge, so he should be an Independent Cultivator. In fact, the situation in the Western Cangzhou was quite delicate now, with too much wealth left by the more than thirty-seven sects.

In addition to the three sects of Heaven, Earth, and Human, some Independent Cultivators had also formed a loose alliance. They took advantage of the changing situation to establish family forces.

The families, large and small, were scattered, and invisibly, they became buffer zones for the three sects.

The three sects also adopted a strategy of wooing these families, and some even promised them the honorary position of Elder.

After all, for a sect, Core Formation and Nascent Soul were the foundation.

Without a solid foundation, how could they merge a region?

After the chaos, in the Western Cangzhou, Nascent Soul and above were directly beheaded. They had already fed the immortals.

And there were only a few Core Formation cultivators left.

Time, oh time.

For the three sects, the key now was to maintain the situation and buy time.

It was precisely because of this situation that this old man in the sheepskin coat dared to trade things in the Tianhe Sect's market without fear.

Approaching, Xia Ming cupped his hands, and the old man looked up and returned the courtesy.

"Dare to ask, Fellow Daoist, how much are these spirit swords?"

"One sword for ten thousand spirit stones. If Fellow Daoist takes them all, it will be ninety-eight thousand spirit stones."

Hiss...

Hearing this, Xia Ming couldn't help but take a cold breath.

Damn, he knew that the Purple Jade Thunder Sword was expensive, but he didn't expect it to be this expensive.

As an elder of the Qingdai Peak, his monthly offering was only ten thousand spirit stones.

Nowadays, Foundation Building Pills were popular, and one Foundation Building Pill on the black market was only two thousand spirit stones.

After thinking for a moment, Xia Ming slowly frowned and said, "Fellow Daoist, your price... seems a bit high."

If an ordinary person said this, the old man in the sheepskin coat would probably ignore him. But seeing the jade pendant around Xia Ming's waist, the old man in the sheepskin coat still patiently said, "Junior of the Tianhe Sect, these are spirit swords made from Purple Jade Thunder Bamboo, reaching the peak of Third Grade! They are enough for Fellow Daoist to use until the Nascent Soul stage!"

"To be honest, during the chaos, I and a few brothers broke into the Bamboo Sword Sect and killed three brothers to snatch this set of flying swords!"

Hearing the old man's words, Xia Ming couldn't help but be amazed.

Damn, what a boast!

Looking at the flying swords in the box, Xia Ming really liked them.

If he added these flying swords, his Bluetooth Second Generation Sword Formation would be complete.

After pondering for a moment, Xia Ming slowly said, "Fellow Daoist, can you accept a trade with Foundation Building Pills?"

"Foundation Building Pills? If Fellow Daoist has Foundation Building Pills, one pill can be exchanged for two thousand spirit stones. If Fellow Daoist is sincere, give me ninety thousand spirit stones for the whole set."

Hearing this, Xia Ming started to take out the pills.

Spirit stones?

Naturally, he didn't have any spirit stones. The spirit stones he had were not even enough for his own expenses.

After calculating, Xia Ming was at a loss.

He only had thirty Foundation Building Pills in his hand, which was equivalent to sixty thousand spirit stones.

There was still a gap of thirty thousand spirit stones from the ninety thousand mark.

Uh...

Seeing Xia Ming's embarrassment, the old man in the sheepskin coat still said calmly, "Fellow Daoist, in the next few days, I will go to the market of the Dihe Sect. If you want, you can find me there."

Dihe Sect? What does it have to do with Xia Ming when he arrives at the Dihe Sect?

As his gaze shifted, Xia Ming suddenly heard a burst of laughter from a distance.

Looking in the direction of the laughter, Xia Ming saw the bright and beautiful girl, Handong'er, surrounded by the crowd.

"Oh! How could you forget about my precious disciple!"

Xia Ming wouldn't forget. The background of this disciple of his was extraordinary.

The Sect Master personally asked him to teach Handong'er alchemy. Handong'er was not an ordinary person!

Patting his head, Xia Ming immediately stood up and said, "Fellow Daoist, wait for me for a moment!"

"Sure, sure."

At this moment, Handong'er's mind was still immersed in the figure in the painting.

Without any warning, Handong'er felt that the surroundings had quieted down.

Surprised, she looked up and saw the figure in the painting walking towards her quickly.

"Dong'er, my good disciple, I'm in a hurry!"

"Ah?"

Looking down at Xia Ming's big hand holding her wrist, Handong'er's legs went weak, and she sat on the ground.

(End of this chapter)