Waste Synthesis: Starting from Picking Up Garbage to Become Immortal

Song Tianming walked a long way before stopping. He came to a hidden corner, summoned the golden giant tripod, synthesized a mortal-level top-grade blood-clotting pill, and then swallowed it to stop the fracture of his right foot.

As for the dislocated right arm, Song Tianming worked hard to reconnect it in an instant, but the process made him grimace in pain.

Immediately, Song Tianming took out all the talismans and continued to synthesize them. Finally, he synthesized 80 mortal-level top-grade talismans, and finally he felt confident.

"Five hundred low-grade talismans only synthesized 70 high-grade talismans, which is only 10,000 or 20,000 less than directly buying high-grade talismans. It's useless!"

In fact, 10,000 or 20,000 spirit coins are not a small amount. It is the hard income of many mortal cultivators in a year.

However, for Song Tianming, who used to make hundreds of thousands of spirit coins every minute, it was indeed a bit useless.

This is also because the difficulty and material cost of refining mortal-level talismans and pills are not high, which makes the golden giant tripod seem useless.

If you use synthesis on high-level items, such as weapons or arrays, the benefits you gain will explode exponentially.

Of course, benefits and risks coexist, and the risk of exploding the cauldron when synthesizing high-level items is also huge.

"I don't make much money by synthesizing low-grade talismans and elixirs, but if I open a scrap recycling station and use these scraps to synthesize, then it's zero cost!"

Song Tianming was shocked by his genius idea, but now he is very tight on time and has no time to open a store. He can only wait until he returns from the Falling Moon Mountains to plan.

Song Tianming then looked at the products decomposed by the previous chaotic vortex, which were lying quietly in a corner of the cauldron.

Two drops of blood, two pieces of red bones, and two groups of radiant substances with surging symbols.

When Song Tianming's soul consciousness touched the decomposition products, information emerged.

2 mortal-level superior blood essence

2 mortal-level superior treasure bones

mortal-level inferior body imprint -- copper skin

mortal-level inferior body imprint -- steel bone

"Why do the corpses of living things decompose when they are put into the cauldron? Is it because their flesh bodies contain multiple products, so they cannot be directly synthesized?"

Song Tianming tried to drag these decomposition products with his soul, and the result was feasible.

Two drops of mortal-level superior treasure bones began to synthesize, and then failed.

Song Tianming tried to synthesize two drops of mortal-level superior blood essence again. He had no hope at first, but it turned out to be successful, and he got a drop of mortal-level superb blood essence.

This drop of mortal-level superb blood essence is crystal clear and shiny, like a dazzling ruby, extraordinary.

Essence is no different from a panacea for physical cultivation.

In addition, Song Tianming found a mortal-level inferior body cultivation method, the Body Refining Sutra, from the corpses of these two people. Perhaps he can open up the path of physical cultivation.

Song Tianming looked at the two dazzling marks again and was shocked. He didn't expect that the decomposition field of the golden giant tripod could even squeeze out the innate marks in the flesh. He didn't know whether they could also be synthesized.

With consciousness awakening, the two dazzling marks were dragged out of the storage area and then synthesized in the tripod.

Synthesis successful!

Mortal lower-grade body seal steel bones + mortal lower-grade body seal copper skin = mortal middle-grade body seal copper skin and iron bones

In an instant, a steel-like mark floated in the void and released light.

When Song Tianming was wondering how to use it, this steel mark turned into a meteor and rushed directly into his body.

Song Tianming's mind was active and tried to activate the copper skin and iron bones body seal in his body.

Immediately, the symbol was dazzling and scorching, and his body was also rapidly changing. His skin turned bronze, his bones were like steel, and his strength skyrocketed several times, even comparable to the physical cultivation of the middle stage of the mortal realm.

"The innate mark can burst out in an instant, much faster than the talisman. Now I have another trump card in the life-and-death battle with Huo Yi!"

At the same time, the traces contained in the mark also flooded into his mind.

Under the waterfall, a physical cultivator endured the scouring of the waves of a hundred feet with his pure flesh, without interruption in the cold winter and hot summer. After ten years, he finally realized the copper skin and iron bones mark.

After accepting these memory traces, Song Tianming can not only use the copper skin and iron bones physical seal more flexibly, but also learn some tricks of controlling the flesh from some physical cultivators.

"Does the mark squeezed out by the golden giant tripod not only have power, but also contain experience?"

Song Tianming was shocked and had a new understanding of the magic of the golden giant tripod.

However, after this mark was used once, the luster dimmed a little, and it seemed that the number of uses was limited.

On the way back, Song Tianming did not encounter any obstacles.

After returning to the Song family, Song Tianming immediately came to the Song family treasure pavilion to exchange for a few martial arts.

The person guarding the treasure house is an old man with shifty eyes named Song Changsong. He is mercenary, bullies the weak and fears the strong, and has deducted Song Tianming’s resources in the past.

Song Changsong saw Song Tianming from a distance, and laughed and mocked: "Hey! Isn't this the new alchemy servant of the Song family? Why are you here? Have you finished cleaning the alchemy workshop?"

Song Tianming smiled and said: "I am an alchemy apprentice."

"Hey, what's the difference? They are all chores anyway."

Song Tianming frowned and did not continue to entangle with him. Instead, he got straight to the point and said: "I'm here to borrow some martial arts."

Song Changsong looked at Song Tianming with disdain and said: "Hey, we are familiar with each other, but we can't lose the rules. The Song family has no rules for lending martial arts to chores!"

"I am now a warrior, in the early stage of bone correction. According to the rules, I can borrow two ordinary low-grade martial arts a year."

As he spoke, Song Tianming's bones glowed, and his spiritual power rushed, showing his cultivation in the early stage of bone correction.

Song Changsong was extremely surprised, and then laughed loudly: "I thought that you, a kid with low-grade martial arts talent, would never become a martial artist. But come to think of it, if the bone-forging pills you have eaten in recent years are fed to the blood pigs in the backyard, I think it can also break through the ordinary realm."

Song Tianming suppressed his anger, but who knew that Song Changsong would still mock him.

"Tsk tsk, fifteen years old, in the early stage of bone correction, can't say that there is no future, but it can only be said that the life is mediocre. You said that your father Song Xiu is invincible in swordsmanship and married a woman from the Immortal Pure Land. Why are these descendants more trash than each other? One is a waste with low-grade talent, and the other is a sick jar who can't get out of bed. They are not as good as my children. You can't all be picked up, right, haha!"

Song Tianming's eyes were wide open, and the seal of copper skin and iron bones was activated. Then, like a cheetah, he grabbed Song Changsong's neck with one hand and lifted him up like a chicken. Then his right hand was like an iron clamp, constantly tightening, pressing Song Changsong's neck bones to make a crackling sound.

"You can say it about me, or about my father, but you dare to say it about my sister, you are courting death!"

Song Changsong was horrified. He was a warrior in the middle stage of bone correction, but he was easily controlled by Song Tianming, a guy in the early stage of bone correction. Even if he exerted all his spiritual power, he could not break free from the restraints.

Death was approaching, Song Changsong began to panic and threatened: "I am from the lineage of the great elder Song Ze. If you dare to touch me, you and your sister are finished!"

At this time, an old man rushed over from the depths of the treasure pavilion. His supervisor, the great elder Song Ze, was also a master of the quasi-profound realm of martial arts.

"Song Tianming, you dare to be presumptuous in the treasure pavilion, you are courting death!"

Song Tianming kept exerting force with his right hand, and crushed Song Changsong's neck in an instant.

"He dared to insult my sister, why shouldn't I dare!"