Chapter 26: The Thief in One's Own Home is Hard to Guard Against
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In the words of Wang Dao, Zhang realized that cultivators existed tens of thousands of years ago. At that time, they were the masters of this world, and this world had not yet expanded to 360 realms. Cultivators lived in ancient times, with overwhelming strength.
This situation continued until the emergence of immortal cultivators and demon cultivators.
The ascetic does not emphasize the way of killing and fighting, but emphasizes intuition. With his own body, he intuits the power of heaven and earth, and his understanding of the power of heaven and earth is also the deepest.
This is reflected in the alchemy of elixirs and talismans, where what they refine is basically extremely pure heavenly and earthly powers, without the spiritual energy of cultivators or the magical powers of demon cultivators.
However, their shortcomings are also very obvious, that is, the progress of cultivation is extremely slow. Although it can be said that powerful cultivators can mobilize the heavens and the earth to achieve unthinkable things, these are ultimately rare, and require sufficient time to cultivate. And this lineage gradually declined in the struggle against the immortal cultivators and demon cultivators.
After tens of thousands of years of changes, the cultivators and demon cultivators became mainstream. Facing their own safety and the desire to become stronger, these made the Taoist practitioners fewer and fewer. Even in the ancient times, there were only a few remaining old families, and their disciples gradually stopped practicing these skills. The current ancient times are no longer the existence that people looked up to tens of thousands of years ago.
They quietly stayed in that remote corner, and for thousands of years, no one had ever heard of a strong person coming out of the ancient wilderness.
After listening to Wang Daozhong's words, Zhang Chong also understood the reason why the cultivators fell. He was quite in agreement with this, and without competitiveness, it would be impossible to survive.
The weak are preyed upon by the strong, this is the only way to survive and thrive in this society.
However, another point was also very distressing for him, because through this period of time, he had already discovered that his spiritual power was not working out, and his magic skills were also not working out. Was it to say that he would become a pathetic cultivator?
"Heavens! Earth! How can you toy with an orphan who has no father or mother like this!!" Zhang Chong silently wailed in his heart.
But then he had a tragic idea, if it was really like this, then he would have to accumulate more crystal stones and more 【Fireball Symbols】, so that he would also have some assurance of survival.
As for becoming strong, possessing the Mystic Earth Demon Body.
Please, all of these are just excuses for listening to rumors and hearsay. When did he ever cultivate a demonic body?
That's right, and there's one more thing, he also needs to cultivate 【Shen Xing Bai Bian】, as long as this move is learned well, not only can it be used to escape quickly in times of danger, but it's also a ticket to stay at Changsheng Gate and become a direct disciple.
Zhang Chong had reason to believe that Mo Gong was already unable to learn, and if he couldn't even master the body method, Ting Feng would become suspicious of him. At that time, his secret would be completely exposed.
So, "Shén Xíng Bǎi Biàn" is a must-learn skill, and it's necessary to master it well.
Within these ten years, as long as he stays in the Changsheng Gate and becomes a personally transmitted disciple, then in the Yang Realm, he will also be one of those who can walk sideways.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but burst out laughing. At the same time, he also unconsciously glanced at the ten third-grade crystal stones that had just been given to him, adding to the four from before, he now possessed a total of fourteen third-grade crystal stones.
However, when he looked back at it, he was shocked to find that there were only three third-grade crystal stones left in the light green ring.
What about the other eleven crystal stones?
Zhang Chong's face turned a sickly green in an instant, he frantically searched around, but except for the three crystal stones, the other eleven crystal stones had all disappeared without a trace.
Where did it go? Zhang Zhong clearly remembered that he had carefully placed the ten crystal stones into the ring, and the previous four crystal stones had not been moved at all.
Suddenly, he remembered the flustered tone of Wang Daozhong when they spoke earlier.
Could it be him?
"Wang Daozhong, come out!" Zhang Da shouted loudly.
Soon, the truth came to light. As early as when the crystal stone fell into the ring, Wang Daozhong had taken a great interest in it. He had a set of techniques on his body called "Condensing Spirit Technique" that could re-cultivate a separate body for scattered yuan Shen. However, this technique required spiritual energy as an auxiliary, but where did Wang Daozhong have even half a bit of spiritual energy now?
Zhang Chong put the Ling Stone back into the ring, but Wang Dao unexpectedly discovered that he could use the formation method to turn eleven Ling Stones into an array, converting the spiritual energy within them for his own use, thereby casting the "Condensing Spirit Technique".
Just as Zhang Chong was searching for him, it happened to be the time when he finished his cultivation. He knew that if Zhang Chong saw that the Ling Stone was gone, he would not let it go easily, so he also had a flustered expression.
"Actually, if I concentrate successfully, it will also be beneficial for you."
Wang Daozhong's carefully chosen last words were soon drowned out by Zhang Zhong's torrent of abuse.
"Even with a thousand precautions and ten thousand precautions, it's still hard to prevent theft by family members~~~"
After scolding for a whole hour, Zhang Chong concluded with this sentence. It is not known which one he used to condemn Wang Daozhong as a family thief.
At this time, he suddenly remembered a sentence from Wang Daozhong and asked slowly.
"What good will it do me if you concentrate successfully?"
"If I can concentrate successfully, I can recover a portion of my spiritual power. At that time, if you encounter danger, I can help you." Wang Daozhong said hastily.
"This is also good." Zhang Chong heard this and felt that it was indeed a good idea. If he could only be the last cultivator, then finding someone to protect himself was something he had to do. And if at this time, there was someone willing to do this thing, then for him, it was also a blessing in disguise.
But then he thought again and felt it was wrong, so he asked once more
"How can I be sure you'll help me fight our common enemy and not turn around and attack me instead?"
"This is naturally impossible, I am stuck in your ring, even if I concentrate successfully, it's completely useless against you."
"Oh," after hearing this, Zhang Chong also stopped speaking. In fact, even if he was allowed to ask more questions, he wouldn't be able to get anything out of him. However, in his heart, he had already made a determination that what Wang Daozhong said could be trusted, but not entirely trusted.
But when he learned that Wang Daozhong had used up the eleven third-grade crystal stones and still hadn't succeeded in condensing his spirit, and needed even more crystal stones, he also shook his head.
"Brother, you don't have many crystal stones either."
As he said this, he took out the three spirit stones from his ring and didn't dare to put them back in. Seeing this, Wang Daozhong could only sigh. In his heart, he knew that if he were to tell Zhang Chong the number of crystals needed for him to concentrate successfully, not to mention whether he could take it out or not, just hearing the number would make it hard for him to imagine.
"Come slowly..." Wang Daozhong muttered to himself.
After mastering the Fireball Symbol, Zhang Chong began practicing the first move of the Divine Movement Hundred Changes. With his previous insights, this practice was much smoother. The first time he completed the first move, it only took him half a time, which was half the time it took before.
This also made him constantly praise himself in his heart.
With the effect in place, Zhang Chong gained momentum and began to cultivate with renewed vigor. His body floated effortlessly as he executed his techniques with perfect precision.
When he was extremely tired and needed a rest, the motivation of earning crystal stones made him start wielding his brush again.
"Brother lost eleven third-grade crystal stones, must earn them back."
In the quiet of night, a lone figure darts back and forth in the room. Watching the busy figure inside, the one outside the door listens to the wind and smiles quietly.
"This kid is indeed diligent, it seems I didn't misjudge him." After lightly saying this sentence, the figure of Ting Fengluo drifted away, floating far off like a leaf, silently and without a sound.
