Chapter 7: Rampage Gluttony (Part 1)

  Hailong's physical condition is good, all functions are normal, but the mana in his body has been exhausted, and his spiritual power has been greatly damaged. He was also frightened, so he fainted. As long as he rests well for a night, he will be fine. Dao Ming is kind and caring to each of his disciples, but he is particular about his face and has a bad temper, which makes people feel very strict. Just when he wanted to use his own mana to help Hailong recover, he suddenly felt something in his mind, as if he had sensed something.

  Suddenly opening his eyes, Dao Ming murmured: "This old six, how did he enter the Taicheng realm at this time. At this time, the heart is unstable, and the danger will be great." He hastily input his pure spiritual power into the body of Hailong, turned around and left the stone house.

  After Dao Xiu Zi left, Ling Zhi Zi and Ling Yuan Zi also left one after another to go back to their closed-door cultivation. The remaining four disciples could only return to the wooden house outside Moyunping with a restless heart. Ling Tong Zi's mind was worried, causing his spirit to be somewhat disordered. Suddenly, he felt his whole body shake, and the law power in his body frantically gathered towards the spiritual platform, as if it had already left his control. His heart skipped a beat, could it be that his Taoist heart was lost and he was entering madness? Without returning to his room, Ling Tong Zi hastily sat down on the ground, trying his best to concentrate his mental power to control his law power. His change instantly caught the attention of the others. Ling Yun Zi looked at the intense fluctuations of blue light outside Ling Tong Zi's body and exclaimed: "It's not good! Brother is about to enter the Dao fetus boundary! Quick, let's work together to protect him from external demons!"

  "Make way, surround the perimeter." Dao Ming Zhenren's low voice sounded, and a green light flashed. His stout figure had already appeared behind Ling Tongzi. The surging spiritual power burst out, and Dao Ming used his own pure cultivation to instantly bind Ling Tongzi's chaotic spiritual power. "Guard your heart with spirit, unify your mind, sink your thoughts into the ocean of qi, and follow the natural flow of spiritual power."

  Upon hearing the voice of his master, Ling Tongzi calmed down significantly. Under the immense power of Dao Ming Zhenren, the energy fluctuations around his body gradually stabilized. The process of forming a fetus requires a period of time, usually lasting about three days. To help his disciple pass this critical juncture in cultivation, Dao Ming Zhenren did not dare to leave his side for even a moment.

  Although three days is not a long time, it's enough for some people to do many things. When Ling Tongzi entered the second day of the Taicheng realm, with the help of the magical power input by Dao Ming Zhenren before he left, Hailong gradually woke up from his daze. Stretching out his somewhat weak body, his blurry consciousness gradually cleared up, and everything that had happened before kept flashing back in his mind.

  "Ah! It was the small iron rod that saved me. How could it have such great power?" The Sea Dragon did not know that at that time, the Heaven Stone True Man had already thought of recalling his attack. Towards this ancestor and his own Master Dao Ming True Man, he had already produced a strong sense of resentment. Taking out the small iron rod, the Sea Dragon said hatefully: "Heaven Stone and Dao Ming, you two old rascals, actually dared to hit me! You wait, wait until my magical powers become stronger, I will definitely not let you off easy!" "Hmm? What is this place? Could it be that they have locked me up?" The Sea Dragon looked around in all directions, only to see that the surroundings were empty and desolate. Except for the bed he was on, there were no other decorations, not even a simple wooden table like the one in his own room. Discovering these things further solidified his feeling that this place was a prison cell.

  He jumped down from the bed, and Hailong's body swayed, feeling his whole body soft and weak. The hot flow in his body only had a slight warmth, and he twisted his body a few times, feeling somewhat unaccustomed to this weakness. Looking around, he suddenly discovered that the small window on the wall was not sealed, and it looked like its size was enough for his body to crawl out. Scratching his head, Hailong muttered to himself: "Could it be that those old guys made a mistake? How could they not even seal the window? This stone door looks very thick, but the window is my only way out. I'll accumulate some strength first, and then make a run for it. Masters! Why don't you come and rescue me? Are you just going to watch me being imprisoned by that old scoundrel? It seems like everything has to rely on myself. Even if I'm locked up here, when I cultivate into an immortal, all of you who treated me badly will become my subordinates under my feet, the only immortal in heaven and earth."

  After finishing his oath, Hailong kicked the stone door beside him with a furious foot. "Ahh, it hurts me to death. Hmm, why isn't the door locked?" The thick and sturdy stone door actually opened under his one kick. With some doubt, Hailong carefully approached the door, first looking outside, seeing no signs of people, before crawling out from the stone house. Although he had only been here once, he had obtained the Daoist name "Tan Hu" in this place, so naturally, he recognized at a glance that this was the secluded retreat of his master's master, Dao Ming Zhen Ren. Scratching his head, Hailong wondered: "How did I get here? Ah, it must be that old guy Dao Ming trying to take revenge on me, capturing me and bringing me here to slowly torture me. No way, I have to run fast, otherwise, that old guy will definitely play me to death." Just as he was about to start running, Hailong suddenly remembered that the top of Moyun Peak had no path down the mountain, with cliffs and steep walls on all sides, not to mention the strong prohibition surrounding the entire Lianyun Mountain range. With his current situation, it was impossible for him to break out. Gritting his teeth, Hailong muttered to himself: "The heavens will not cut off a person's path, I don't believe there isn't even one mountain path leading down." Thinking of this, he quickly ran out of Moyun Cave Mansion and began searching for his escape route.

  Two hours later, the clothes on Hailong's body were already soaked with sweat as he returned to Moyun Cave Mansion. The mountain wind blew, and he couldn't help but shiver slightly. After carefully searching almost every corner of the top of Moyun Peak, Hailong was completely disheartened. There wasn't a single place where he could descend from the peak, as the cliffs on all four sides of Moyun Peak were extremely steep, like they had been cut by knives and axes.

  "He's really something, isn't he? Why does this old man insist on living in such a desolate place? Am I supposed to jump off the cliff and kill myself? No, I still want to cultivate my skills and become an immortal. How can I die so easily? Hmph, Dao Ming, you're not trying to kill me, are you? Even if I die, I won't let you have your way."

  In his rage, Hai Long began to vent his anger on the flowers and plants in the Mo Yun Cave. These were all top-grade, spirit-infused specimens that had yet to reach maturity. Hai Long's method was simple: he used a small amount of his internal energy to stomp on the flowers and plants with his feet. In just half an hour, the precious treasures that had absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in front of the stone house were reduced to a mess.

  (Note: I've kept the translation as close to the original text as possible, without any additional explanations or descriptions.)

  Looking at his own results, Hailong burst out laughing, "Dao Ming, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you. Didn't you want to kill me? I'll kill these flowers and grasses first." After messing around for half a day, he was also getting tired, so he turned back into the stone house, rubbed his belly which was growling with hunger, and sat down on the bed with a thud. Hailong's mind was in a mess right now. He was still just a teenager, and it was impossible for him to not be afraid of death. When he thought of Dao Ming's angry face, his heart couldn't help but feel a chill, thinking that the fatty would definitely not let him off, let alone allow him to cultivate into an immortal.

  Hailong lay on the bed with his emotions in turmoil. Suddenly, he discovered that there was a strange protrusion at the corner of the bed, which seemed to be made of metal, and it looked extremely out of place in this empty stone room. Subconsciously, he flipped over and reached for the metal protrusion with his hand. A strange feeling entered his body, and it seemed like the metal protrusion contained energy that was similar to the internal energy within his own body.

  His intention moved naturally, and a weak stream of heat rose from his dantian, flowing up through his meridians and into his arm, entering the metal from his middle finger. It seemed to have caused a resonance, as the metal began to vibrate slightly. Hailong was shocked to discover that the stone bed he was on had actually started moving, heading in the direction of the stone door.

  In his fright, he quickly jumped off the bed, and when the stone bed moved away, it revealed a one-meter square opening. A stone staircase led down into the ground, and Hailong looked carefully to see that there seemed to be some faint light coming from below the stairs.

  After hesitating for a moment, the dragon decided to go down and explore, thinking that maybe he could still find something to eat here. The stairs were very solid, seemingly carved out of the original rock, and after walking down twenty-one levels, the dragon entered an empty stone chamber. This place was about ten or more square meters in size, with a fist-sized gemstone embedded in the wall, emitting a white glow that served as the light source for this chamber. All around the chamber were various containers made of precious materials, such as wooden boxes, jade boxes, and porcelain bottles, lying quietly there. In the center of the room hung a painting of an old man dressed like a Taoist deity, with a seven-colored halo shining behind him, holding a blue-glowing sword in his right hand and a jade cup in his left, exuding an otherworldly aura as if he were a god descending from heaven. The old man was surrounded by swirling clouds and mist, with the seven-colored auspicious cloud seeming to support his body. Everything looked so vivid and lifelike, just like reality itself, and everything was arranged in such an ancient and elegant way that it gave people a sense of serenity. There wasn't a single speck of dust in the entire chamber, but instead, there was a faint scent of incense wafting through the air.

  A sudden movement in his heart, the sea dragon suddenly remembered what Ling Yu Zi had said to him when Xiao Jiling was injured last time. All matured immortal grasses were collected by Dao Ming Zhenren. It seemed that it should be here. Taking a deep breath, the sea dragon thought to himself, anyway, Dao Ming Zhenren would not let him off, so he might as well go all out and die in one go, rather than being killed by eating immortal grasses. Thinking of this, he casually picked up a jade box and lightly opened it, releasing a fragrance that was even more intense than the five-element purple bamboo, filling the entire stone room. The sea dragon's hunger pangs suddenly surged. Inside the jade box was a ginseng that looked like white jade, with many whiskers but not too large in size. What was most peculiar was that its body was shaped like a human, with a bright red thread running from head to toe, resembling a blood vessel. The sea dragon turned his head and glanced at the entrance where he came from, then grabbed the ginseng in the box and stuffed it into his mouth in two or three bites. The ginseng melted instantly upon entering his mouth, releasing a sweet flavor that soothed the sea dragon's taste buds.

  "It's really delicious, it must be a good thing. That old Dao Ming, he indeed collected many treasures. Hmph, I'll eat, I'll eat, and make him heartbroken to death." As he muttered to himself, Hai Long began his sweep of the place, and unfortunately for Dao Ming, the hundreds of years' worth of precious herbs and elixirs that he had collected were all swallowed into his belly in one go.

  Finally, under the tireless efforts of the Black Dragon, nearly thirty kinds of spiritual pills and wonderful medicines all entered his belly, porcelain bottles and jade boxes were thrown everywhere by him.

  He patted his bulging belly, and let out a satisfied belch that filled the air with its fragrance. He sat down at the corner of the stone chamber with a contented sigh. The heat emanating from his belly spread throughout his body, warming him up to the core, making him feel extremely comfortable. With a sly smile, he muttered to himself, "Looks like I've really made a profit this time, not even a single poisonous medicine in sight. What a wonderful feeling! Who knows, after eating all these great things, maybe when I wake up from my nap, I'll have become an immortal? Dao Ming, you old thing, don't hurry back! Wait till I've become an immortal, then you'll be the one who's left looking!" Of course, someone like Dao Ming, a cultivator, wouldn't store poisonous medicines. This stone chamber was filled with treasures he had painstakingly collected over the years, some of which were even gifts from his seniors. Dao Ming had never dared to consume them, planning to use them to concoct medicine instead. It seemed that fate had played a trick on him, and Hai Long had benefited greatly as a result. As he gradually drifted off to sleep, the various spiritual medicines in his body began to take effect.

  Dao Ming Zhen Ren let out a long breath, slowly recalling his own magical powers. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and smiled as he looked at his sixth disciple, Ling Tong, who was sitting in meditation. After three days of effort, Ling Tong had finally formed a Dao embryo and successfully entered the realm of fetal formation. As a master, what could be more delightful than seeing one's own disciples grow? He turned to face Ling Yun Zi and said: "Take good care of your sixth junior brother, don't disturb him at all. His Dao embryo has already been formed, and after seven days he will naturally wake up on his own. Ling Zhi Zi, you younger ones must also work hard. Within ten years, you must all reach at least the realm of fetal formation."

  The fourth generation of disciples felt Dao Ming Zhen Ren's concern and respectfully replied: "Yes, Master."

  Daming Zhenren had previously been enraged by Hailong on the Heavenly Square, and upon returning, he immediately helped his sixth disciple through a difficult situation. His body couldn't help but feel somewhat fatigued. He nodded slightly and said: "I'm tired, leave one or two people to watch over Lingtongzi, the rest of you can go back and rest." After finishing speaking, he prepared to ride his flying sword back to the peak.

  (Keeping promises, today's second chapter is here. Welcome everyone to vote and collect.)