Chapter Thirty-Five: Mid-Autumn Festival Again

  Shi Dong returned to his own cave, first taking a nourishing pill, then practicing qigong and meditation. After a short while, he opened his eyes, and his whole person became radiant and full of energy. The external injuries all over his body had actually healed by about 80%.

  It turns out that this nourishing blood pill actually has a healing effect.

  Then he flipped his wrist and took out the tempered body technique given by his master, stuck the jade slip on his forehead, closed his eyes and concentrated.

  His face suddenly changed with surprise and joy, after half an hour, he let out a sigh of relief, thinking to himself: "This body tempering technique is indeed wonderful, practicing like this can really enhance one's internal energy and spiritual power!"

  Originally, this Quan Fa was divided into three items with nine changes and eighty-one moves. It combines the three aspects of fist method, leg method, and body method to allow a practitioner to master the skills of true energy and physical combat. If practiced to perfection, it is not limited to just eighty-one moves, but can be transformed into countless variations at will.

  In addition to this, it also has a secret recipe for soaking muscles and bones in medicinal liquor, the main ingredient is nourishing blood dan, each time requires three grains, mixed with other strengthening and bone-strengthening herbal juices, long-term bathing can greatly enhance the physical meridian's strength.

  The Nourishing Blood Pill was not in short supply, with three pills per bottle, and he had over 40 bottles left, enough for a year's use. However, as for those few herbs, Shi Dong didn't know where to find them, so he hastily flipped through the "Yao Shou Cao Mu Lu" to look them up. Upon seeing that those herbs were quite common, he could buy a large pack with just two or three spirit stones, and thus put his mind at ease, planning to ask Wang Baobao to help him purchase some later.

  Roughly understood the cultivation method of Tianti, Shidong put it into his storage waistband and took out that mysterious Yuguigui to browse through, but ended up shaking his head repeatedly.

  This mysterious Ghost Seal is indeed profound and difficult to understand, after reading it for half a day, I only roughly understood some of the meaning, but it made Shi Dong understand one thing, that his cultivation requires the cooperation of Ling Gui, now he doesn't even have one head of Ling Gui, so he can't cultivate temporarily.

  With a hint of regret, he put it away and Shi Dong thought to himself: "It seems that obtaining a Linggui is now the top priority, otherwise it will affect my cultivation progress."

  However, compared to capturing a Linggui, what's more important is that he urgently needs to increase his strength now. Thinking of this, Ishizuki took out the spell "Satsuriku Rai" again, and after reading it briefly, he roughly understood the way to cultivate it.

  Couldn't help but feel secretly delighted, finally having something that could be cultivated immediately, just follow the jade slip's instructions, guide the evil true energy in the dantian along a certain meridian route to run, then compress it in the palm and spray it out, can form a high-temperature, high-heat black light column.

  As the power deepens, the color of the flashing lightning becomes lighter and lighter, until it reaches a pure white brightness, like a flash of lightning shooting out, truly achieving the effect of "flashing lightning", enough to instantly turn the target into nothingness.

  Overjoyed, Shi Dong hastily began to refine it. Half an hour later, he muttered to himself, raised his palm, and stared at the center of his palm with both eyes, as if concentrating all his energy there.

  After a moment, the palm of his hand emitted a crackling sound, and a cluster of black evil energy gathered there, constantly emitting fine sparks, as if it would erupt at any time.

  But in the end, it all came crashing down with a thud.

  Shi Dong shook his head regretfully, it seemed that even though this was a primary-level spell, it would still take several months to grasp the basics. After all, for Mo Xie Men cultivators, the time spent mastering spells was longer than that of other sects' cultivators.

  Moreover, with a mere third-rate talent, it's clear that even more effort will be needed.

  He gritted his teeth, cast aside all distractions, and placed the palms of his hands together as if embracing a ball, silently reciting an incantation, fully immersing himself in the practice of magic...

  Three days later.

  All the old and new disciples of Yunwu Peak were gathered in the conference hall, Master Shi Tu Jinyu sat on the Taishi chair, with a solemn face looking down. Behind him stood Bai Jin, Hao Ren, Huang Xiaoru and other close disciples, all with serious faces and solemn expressions.

  A wisp of incense smoke curled up, further intensifying the tense and solemn atmosphere.

  More than thirty new disciples stood there, each with a tense and uneasy expression, their hands tightly clasped to their thighs, their heads bowed in silence. Everyone knew that the agreed-upon one-year period had arrived, and this was the master's formal evaluation. Those who failed to pass the first stage of Qi training would definitely be dealt with. Even those who passed were worried about being implicated in some unexpected situation, after all, this master was too prone to sudden changes in mood.

  The new disciples faced over forty older disciples, who, although not as unimpressive as the new ones, also had unnatural expressions. They understood that this was a warning to them, using the new disciples as an example to remind them to work harder in their cultivation. However, for them, the real test would be the small competition two years later, where those ranked at the bottom would be eliminated.

  Situ Jin did not speak, but gazed at the disciples below with a cold and stern gaze. Everyone's face was tense, some of whom were even sweating profusely, their legs trembling. However, since they had all undergone training, no one collapsed to the ground like they did when they first started.

  After a while, Sutu Jin said in a loud voice: "Three days ago was the Mid-Autumn Festival, how did everyone celebrate?"

  Everyone was shocked and stunned, their faces changed color, thinking that no one had the heart to think about Mid-Autumn Festival, they were all worried about this moment of being summoned by the sect, no one dared to respond.

  Suddenly a childish voice shouted loudly: "The disciple had a great Mid-Autumn Festival, thank you Master for your concern. Thinking back to the year before last when I was lucky enough to come to the Demon Gate and pay homage to the Old Ancestor, it is truly an honor! The Mid-Autumn Festival is a time for family reunions and praying for blessings. The disciple has received Master's care, just like being reborn from parents, the disciple wishes to pray for Master's blessings, wishing Master eternal happiness and longevity, and soon breaking through the Yuan Ying, achieving the Heavenly Way!"

  The man spoke to this point, knelt down and knocked his head, making a loud noise, raised his head, with a face full of piety and reverence, two small eyes radiating sincere light.

  The disciples heard this and couldn't help but look at each other in dismay, casting disbelieving and contemptuous glances, thinking to themselves: "How can this person be so sycophantic? The master is going to get angry now."

  Even the few personal disciples standing behind Sito Kam, showed a look of surprise and disdain. Pak Chuen saw this person's appearance, and couldn't help but secretly sneer: "It's actually him? Ha! He really is shameless in trying to curry favor with Master."

  "Hahaha!" Situ Jin suddenly threw back his head and laughed loudly, his chin whiskers trembling wildly, his two sword-like eyebrows straightening out in laughter, causing everyone's hearts to be shocked and their souls to tremble, thinking that this flattery had gone too far and the master was enraged.

  "Stone moves, under my gate so many disciples, just you have the guts to dare to pat my horse in public! Hehe... you're great!" Suddenly, Situ Jin lowered his head and stared straight at the kneeling man, only to see that he had a round face and two lively small eyes, which was indeed Stone Moving.

  Shi Dong's face turned even more solemn, and he said in a serious tone: "This is your disciple's sincere words from the bottom of his heart. You are the sky and the earth to me, sheltering me here as I cultivate. If I don't show loyalty and gratitude to you, then who would I show it to? Even if these are just flattering words, they're meant to bring a smile to your face and improve your mood. If you don't like them, just give me an order, and from now on, I'll only pray for your well-being in my heart."