Chapter Thirty-One: Naked Run

  Zhang Hao took a step back and said: "You old geezer, you're not thinking of eating human flesh kebabs, are you?!"

  The delicate white eyebrows slightly trembled, and the somewhat disheveled voice said: "You little brat, after absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for these few days, I've more or less recovered some of my abilities. This fire won't kill you, it will only make you stronger. Enter the cauldron and circulate the Green Wood True Method, using wood energy to generate fire, guiding the convergence of the Mysterious Yin True Fire and the Mysterious Yang True Fire to transform the meridians and soul. How can such a good opportunity be missed?"

  His heart was still a bit apprehensive, but Zhang Hao believed that the old man wouldn't harm him. Moreover, in this world, he had to change many of his past life's perceptions. Only by overcoming his past life's understanding and perception of various substances could he truly understand and adapt to this world. So, he took a deep breath and plunged in without hesitation.

  Xiang saw Zhang Hao enter the tripod, and hastily used both hands to rapidly manipulate the law seal. The surrounding heavenly spiritual energy quickly gathered towards Xiang's small tripod in front of him!

  "Heaven and earth have no bounds, Qian Kun is the orthodox law, yin and yang reunite, tempering the body and soul!"

  Xiao rapidly recited the incantation, but his hands moved with precision, forming a complex symbol that hovered above the Fow Dragon Cauldron. With a flick of his wrist, the spiritual grass in his hand transformed into green powder, falling onto the symbol. Strands of green wood spirit energy quickly merged into the symbol, gradually sinking into the cauldron.

  Zhang Hao's billions of pores expanded simultaneously, his entire body turned green, and the fragrance of grass and wood spread out.

  Tiny flames from all sides drilled over, burning Zhang Hao's billions of pores.

  The Xuan Yin True Fire and Xuan Yang True Fire that were originally mutually suppressing each other inside the tripod were attracted by the fragrance of grass and wood emitted from Zhang Hao's body, suddenly rising up, and the flames suddenly grew about three feet higher.

  Two clusters of flames that were originally intertwined gradually merged into a black and white swirling flame, with tongues of fire that seemed to be mesmerizing.

  An indescribable burning sensation spread from his body, causing Zhang Hao to let out a loud wail, the intense agony making him wish he were dead.

  Just then, the symbol of Lingxu grass sank into the cauldron, and a refreshing coolness was transmitted from the cauldron.

  A wave of coolness spread all over his body, this coolness, subtle and tiny, occasionally replaced the scorching pain, making Zhang Hao feel slightly more comfortable.

  With great effort, the Gathering Spirit Technique of the Grass Wood True Essence was circulating, absorbing the essence of the grass and wood that wandered in the air, maintaining a thread of clear consciousness, the flesh and blood throughout his body, the impurities in his meridians were burned out with wave after wave of heart-wrenching pain.

  Half a time passed, and I felt light and floating all over, as if my body had slimmed down a little.

  The sacrificial fire decision, the rising flames sank into the inner wall of the tripod, and the temperature inside the Fulong tripod gradually dropped.

  Like a copper man made of pure gold, Zhang Hao's entire body emitted a metallic luster. Exhausted, he let out a breath that was as sharp as a sword, spewing out three feet in distance and stimulating the air to produce a faint explosive sound - Poof!

  He crawled out of the cauldron and Zhang Hao operated the Stellar Cultivation Method to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to recover his physical strength.

  At this time, a gurgling cry came from his stomach, and waves of hunger pangs were transmitted over. At this moment, Zhang Hao felt that he could swallow a cow whole.

  This feeling of hunger was so strong that Zhang Hao could hardly control his emotions.

  So hungry, so hungry, I'm so hungry! A voice deep in his soul was screaming at the top of its lungs, making him feel even more unbearable hunger.

  Fulong Ding transformed Zhang Hao's physique, and his internal organs became even stronger. At this time, his appetite was probably three times that of an ordinary cultivator. Xingchen Lianqi was also a beginner practice method for washing the marrow and cutting the pulse, which could transform the human body's meridians and physique. Therefore, at this moment, his hunger was also several times that of an ordinary cultivator.

  Zhang Hao vaguely remembered that when he first entered the inner gate, a Taoist named Zhang Yuefeng gave him a token, which seemed to be from the Hongchen Sword Gate Xiancang Pavilion.

  At this moment, he remembered the thing, Zhang Hao felt a sense of urgency in his heart, grabbed the token, distinguished the direction, and rushed towards a row of pavilions ten miles down the mountain.

  From a distance, he caught a whiff of fragrance and swallowed hard, gazing at the gradually clear ancient wooden building in his line of sight. Under the building, a horizontal plaque bore three large characters: "Xianchuange!"

  Zhang Hao rushed into the Xianchu Pavilion like a starving man who had not smelled the fragrance of Linggu for ten years, his body was like a golden shadow.

  Zhang Yuefeng held the jade token, allocating quotas to the inner door disciples. Each share was clear and transparent. The disciples of the Red Dust Sword Sect secretly called him stingy and greedy. This task is not easy to undertake!

  There are over 980 inner disciples in the Hongchen Sword Sect, and everyone wants to live a good life, dress well, and get more third-grade spirit stones every month. However, there are only three spiritual veins in the Hongchen Sword Sect, with limited daily quotas, so the allocation is getting smaller and smaller, and he can't do anything about this resource shortage.

  Looking at the bowl of bright red blood mushroom soup, the steaming Longgu rice, Zhang Yuefeng nodded in satisfaction. The yield of Longgu produced by this inner door disciple has improved somewhat. But when can this inner door break through a Golden Elixir disciple? Only by breaking through the Golden Elixir can there be hope for reviving the Red Dust Sword Sect. Only Golden Elixir disciples can enter the Tianmo Valley and go to places outside of Tianhuang to seek out opportunities, bringing fortune to the sect.

  A naked man with a full-body aura of golden light and long hair suddenly appeared, tossing over a token. Zhang Yuefeng felt an inexplicable surge of anger rise from his lower abdomen to the top of his head, on the verge of erupting.

  He habitually glanced sideways and saw three small words written on the symbol card: "Hao Ran Sword!"

  "This..."

  He was stunned and speechless, not knowing what to say, the anger in his heart vanished instantly, but he was thinking, "What is Zhang Hao playing? He didn't even wear clothes and ran to the Xianchu Pavilion, most of the cooks here are female disciples! This is really a shame for our sect."

  Zhang Yuefeng's anger had dissipated, but he still felt somewhat displeased in his heart. After thinking about Zhang Hao's identity, however, he restrained himself.

  He thought for a moment and sighed, just as he was about to ask why he had come here, but when he looked up, his eyes widened in shock.

  The six bowls of blood mushroom soup that were just placed on the wooden table had been drunk by Zhang Hao, not a single drop left. At this moment, he was swallowing the Longgu rice in big mouthfuls, and the six bowls of Longgu rice were eaten clean in less than two breaths.

  Zhang Hao swallowed the remaining food in his mouth and let out a satisfied burp.

  He held a piece of residual Xuan Tie stone in his hand, as well as a thread of yin-yang energy condensed from the fusion of Xuan Yin and Xuan Yang fires. He looked up to see a five-colored cauldron inside the Immortal Kitchen Pavilion.

  Judging by its quality, it should be a top-grade artifact. With a slight frown, he thought to himself: "This Red Dust Sword Sect will eventually become a den of villains anyway. Look at this artifact, it has a small Spirit Gathering Array set up around it... I'll just play along with you then!"

  After finishing the incantation, a white light fell into the five-colored pot and disappeared.

  Zhang Hao ate several bowls of rice, patted his round belly and said with satisfaction: "Ah! Finally not hungry!"

  Turning back, he only saw Zhang Yuefeng's whole body slightly trembling as he stared at him, the smile on his mouth more painful than crying.

  Zhang Hao looked around to the left and right, then said: "Right, Old Zhang, get someone on duty to help me arrange for a packed lunch, with rice and soup, I'll eat it as breakfast tomorrow morning!"

  Zhang Yuefeng was so angry upon hearing Zhang Hao's words that he became incoherent. His tongue stumbled and knotted, and for a long time he couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

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