There's Something Wrong With My Immortal Path

Chapter 68: Losing Control

Dantian?

But that's not a dantian at all!

It's clearly a mobile nuclear reactor!

If that thing explodes...

The whole village will be wiped out!

Just the thought of himself exploding made Xia Ming shudder involuntarily.

He swallowed his saliva a few times, forcefully suppressing his urge to replicate the diode.

Superior Spirit Roots of the same kind cannot be embedded, which means he has to array different types of Superior Spirit Roots.

Different Superior Spirit Roots exhibit different spiritual pulsations.

In the current situation, Xia Ming didn't want Master He to suspect anything.

He slowly got up and changed his clothes.

In the process, Xia Ming also hid the seventeen-page manuscript in his storage space.

As for which storage space, that's a secret that cannot be revealed.

He didn't forget the last point mentioned by Goldfinger.

Who knows, one day he might find a way to further improve this "dantian furnace"?

He walked slowly to the side of the spring and took out a water ladle, drinking a big gulp.

He had lost a lot of water earlier, so now he needed to replenish it.

As he drank, Xia Ming poured some water into his "dantian" as well.

Let's see how efficient this "furnace" is at boiling water!

Dong, dong, dong...

As he poured ladle after ladle, the look of shock on Xia Ming's face became more pronounced.

This efficiency at boiling water is somewhat terrifying!

After a simple evaluation, Xia Ming realized that the speed of boiling water had doubled!

"This is just the result of embedding one Superior Spirit Root. If I embed more..."

"I could sit in this spring and boil it dry!"

He didn't dare to think too much and continued to refine his Qi while boiling water.

In the end, strength is what matters.

If his strength improves, even if Master He feeds him medicine, he could make Master He change the flavor!

Sour and sweet!

More hawthorn, less sugar!

Hmph!

Cultivate!

After taking the Qi Refining pill, Xia Ming immediately activated his dantian furnace with all his strength.

The sea character inscription shone, and spiritual energy turned into mist, rising up.

As the concentration of spiritual energy continued to increase, Xia Ming also felt a faint discomfort.

It felt like having a bloated stomach after drinking too much water.

It may sound unbelievable, but Xia Ming knew that he had reached the threshold of Foundation Building.

The threshold of Foundation Building is also known as the first Heavenly Gate among cultivators.

With Qi Refining in the lower dantian, as the concentration of spiritual energy increases, the lower dantian is compressed, causing the spiritual energy to surge and impact the first Heavenly Gate.

Once the first Heavenly Gate is crossed, the spiritual energy will reach the middle dantian, transforming Qi Condensation into liquid and advancing to Foundation Building.

Thinking of this, Xia Ming couldn't help but think of Master He's jade booklet.

"Mobile Energy Transport Guide"...

For cultivators, isn't the Gold Core the energy source?

Just as he was about to use this as a starting point for further speculation, Xia Ming's mind suddenly froze.

Not to mention thinking, he even felt a bit dizzy.

Accompanied by a buzzing silence, like water pouring in!

Could it be the side effect of activating Goldfinger just now?

Taking a deep breath, Xia Ming tried hard to suppress the discomfort in his body.

He could feel his sluggish mind, as well as the ringing in his ears, the swelling in his head, and the suffocating feeling of palpitations.

Xia Ming now began to miss the soaring feeling brought by the Blood Pill.

This feeling... is too oppressive.

"Blood Pill! I need a more domineering Blood Pill! The side effects of Goldfinger are getting worse."

"Master... I need Master to help me refine a more lasting Blood Pill!"

Thinking of this, Xia Ming's expression became even more strange.

He really didn't expect that one day he would voluntarily ask Master to refine pills for him.

During the time Xia Ming was struggling, He Niansheng also arrived at the top of Broken Ridge.

The cold mountain wind howled, and He Niansheng looked up at the endless sky.

"The boundless limit of heaven and earth, the longevity of my life is approaching..."

*Cough cough... cough cough...*

"I, oh, I, He Niansheng, am just a insignificant speck of dust in this world."

"But... so what?"

A smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and the brilliance in He Zun's eyes at this moment was even more dazzling than the stars in the sky!

Broken Ridge, oh, Broken Ridge.

He Niansheng had his own plans for coming to Broken Ridge. The main medicine that the immortal bestowed was the Sad Autumn Grass of Broken Ridge.

Moreover, Broken Ridge had a complex terrain, making it convenient to deal with those disciples of the Bamboo Sword Sect.

Time, oh, time.

He Niansheng had to strive to buy himself time.

In this Broken Ridge, He Niansheng was determined to rise after the fall!

He was willing to do whatever it took to help Xia Ming achieve Foundation Building, and then make him consume the immortal's offering!

Lowering this guy's reaction, and then continuously perfecting the Blood Pill!

In the end, it would allow the body with the hidden Spirit Root to truly become an immortal!

As long as he seized the body and used the methods hidden deep in this ruin, He Niansheng was confident that he could escape from within the Great River.

From then on, the sky would be high and the road would be far, continuing on the path of immortality!

...

After a moment, He Niansheng brought Xia Ming to a cliff.

The cliff was high, and the wind was strong, blowing painfully on their faces.

There were also sand particles in the wind, hitting their faces with a rustling sound.

"Xia Ming, if you want to cultivate the Small Wind Technique, you must first sense the pulsation of the wind and condense the essence of wind."

"The wind represents the sorrow of plants and trees, with a sense of solemnity and desolation. I have collected this Sad Autumn Grass for you, which is beneficial for you to condense the essence of wind."

Taking the Sad Autumn Grass handed over by He Niansheng, Xia Ming recalled the knowledge that He Zun had taught him.

[Sad Autumn Grass, an annual herb with a sweet and astringent taste, it thrives in the wind tunnels of cliffs and helps to concentrate the mind and calm the soul.]

Chewing the Sad Autumn Grass carefully, Xia Ming didn't notice anything unusual.

His mind settled, and Xia Ming felt very calm.

Then, he recited the incantation that He Niansheng had instructed him to recite.

[Zhou Jue Biao Di Chen, Liang Shi Gou Zhong A. Yan Ru Xiao Zhong Yan, Bo Ruo Jing Yao Hua.]

[Qi Fei Tong Qi Gai, Lian Wan Yi Fu Mo. Liu Tian Heng Bei Dao, Ci Shi Gui Shen Jia.]

...

After a while, Xia Ming felt that the surroundings were becoming quieter and quieter.

Quiet, as if it were a dead sea.

The sound of the wind disappeared, and everything else disappeared.

Slowly opening his eyes, Xia Ming only saw a hazy white light in front of him.

That feeling... it was as if he was being gradually pulled into the dark depths of the water.

The boundless darkness was slowly devouring him mercilessly.

He wanted to cry for help, but he couldn't make a sound at all.

On the edge of the cliff, He Niansheng watched Xia Ming's face gradually turning pale.

Not moving at all.

The Sad Autumn Grass was indeed a good thing, it helped stabilize the soul.

The cultivation method also had the effect of stabilizing the soul, but when the two were combined, and then supplemented with the luminescent fruit... it became interesting.

Everything has its limits, and moderation is necessary in all things. Once it goes beyond the limit, it becomes irreparable.

And this was the terrifying aspect of the Soul Daoist. The prescription he had developed, even He Niansheng, who was an Alchemist, couldn't help but admire.

Unpredictable, ingenious, and impossible to guard against.

Just as Xia Ming was about to suffocate, a pungent and spicy smell rushed up to his crown.

In an instant, tears streamed down Xia Ming's face as he collapsed to the ground, his heart pounding.

Raising his head slightly, Xia Ming saw the small jade bottle held in He Niansheng's hand.

Presumably... the pungent smell came from the contents of the jade bottle.

It was He Niansheng who saved him.

"Master, what... what happened to me?"

Recalling the boundless silence just now, Xia Ming's face looked very ugly.

"Xia Ming, your illness has become more severe. You just experienced demonic possession."

My illness has become more severe?

Demonic possession?

Master... are you telling the truth?

Illness?

Where did my illness come from?

Did Master attack me?

(End of this chapter)