My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 127 Soul-Fixing Stake

Zongtai stood at the street corner, frowning in deep thought.

Did the perpetrator arrive by chance, or did he come here on purpose?

Did they know that a soul-fixing stake was buried here?!

Zongtai lifted his foot to go over and check, but stopped abruptly after taking only two steps.

"never mind."

"We can't afford to make any more mistakes," Zong Tai thought to himself, shaking his head.

Before the attack on Nanyang, he ran around doing all the work, but a mistake occurred just before success. He was alienated by Chao Fang and teased by his brothers, and he harbored a deep resentment.

The most urgent task is to remove the Soul-Stabilizing Stake and send it back to the inner city.

"We can't afford to cause any unforeseen complications!"

With that thought in mind, he turned and walked into the alley.

……

Standing in front of the courtyard gate with two yellow lanterns hanging on it.

Zongtai leaped up and jumped into the courtyard.

Arriving at the main house entrance, I carefully examined the small mechanism on the brass lock to make sure no one had sneaked in. Relieved, I unlocked the door and pushed it open.

In the dimly lit main room, Zong Tai looked at the familiar room with mixed feelings.

Frustration and resentment filled his heart again, and it took him a long time to finally sigh.

"People have to look forward."

"If I have no soldiers under my command, I simply won't lead any troops."

"As long as I do what my elder brother asked me to do, and continue to cultivate with the Radiant Red, my day will come sooner or later."

Zongtai took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, uncorked it, and poured the contents into his palm.

Thick, bright red Zhaodianhong ointment flowed out.

It resembles jelly in appearance but has good fluidity. When poured into the palm of your hand, it automatically shrinks into a crystal-clear ball the size of a quail egg.

"First, take the soul-stabilizing stake."

Holding Zhaodianhong in one hand, Zongtai uttered a long string of difficult and obscure characters.

These words are incoherent and consist of three or four hundred characters, seemingly meaningless jumbled text.

Zongtai ignored everything and continued reciting.

Once.

Ten times.

A hundred times...

This continued for about 15 minutes before finally changing.

The small red ball in my hand kept bulging with small bumps on its surface, which then disappeared and fell back down.

Zong Tai felt a sense of relief: "Finally..."

As he continued reciting, his voice became strange.

At first, it was just one voice, but gradually it seemed as if two voices overlapped, and after a while it became as if countless people were chanting at the same time.

Zongtai endured his dry mouth and continued chanting incantations.

After reciting for almost 45 minutes, it was completely dark.

The small red ball suddenly emitted a glowing red light, then scattered in a flash, quickly seeping through his fingers.

It landed on the ground, scattering mottled red dots, like living things, wriggling and crawling into the ground through the cracks in the blue brick floor and disappearing.

The ground suddenly shook.

The blue brick floor was lifted up, and the soil underneath quickly rolled and overflowed, piling up a mound of soil half a meter high in just a few breaths.

A jet-black, glossy stick covered with lines and cloud patterns emerged from the center of the mound with a whoosh.

"Soul-stabilizing stake!"

Zongtai grabbed him and pulled him out.

The icy touch made him shiver involuntarily.

The soul-stabilizing stake is as tall as a person and as thick as a child's arm.

Its appearance resembles the night sky, deep and dark.

The material is neither gold nor iron, but resembles glass; it looks heavy, but is actually light.

"It's done!"

……

Linhengfang, Chen Residence.

After the meal, a cloud of black smoke billowed out and covered the area.

The mess of cups and plates on the square table has disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was as clean and new as ever.

Even the stubborn oil stains and grime were completely separated by the black smoke from the Five Ghosts.

Jie Jia couldn't help but lift his eyelids slightly, his bright yellow eyes filled with a strange expression.

"Your use of magical artifacts is truly...unique?"

Ordinary people who obtain magical artifacts would love to treat them like ancestors.

Unlike Chen Mu, who used his precious Five Ghosts Bag to wash dishes and bowls?! What a waste of a magical artifact! What a terrible use!
If those who painstakingly collected magical artifacts found out, they would definitely chop Chen Mu to pieces.

Chen Mu raised an eyebrow, his face full of smugness.

Following the Five Ghosts Bag version of the vacuum cleaner and the Five Ghosts Bag version of the range hood, Chen Mu gradually figured out the Five Ghosts Bag version of the dishwasher.

waste?

"I'm just trying to improve my quality of life as much as possible within my means. It's the wisdom of living, you wouldn't understand!" Chen Mu shook his head with a smug smile.

Jie Jia: "..."

Are you sure it's not because you're lazy?

Chen Mu smiled even more smugly: "Laziness drives human progress."

Jie Jia looked completely bewildered.

Chen Mu smiled.

Ha... natives!
After tidying up, Chen Mu handed Jie Jia a porcelain bottle the size of a fist.

"As you requested, double the amount of blue pills."

It was filled to the brim with sixty blue pills.

As Nanyang Prefecture was placed under lockdown and the chaos intensified, the entertainment industry at Chunfeng Tower flourished.

As a result, the business of counterfeit pills has also improved significantly.

After seeing Jie Jia off, Chen Mu boiled water to soak his feet. A bright oil lamp was lit on the long desk beside him.

He casually pulled out "Understanding Bones and Physiognomy" and continued reading. His breathing also gradually adjusted, becoming rapid yet rhythmic.

The Heavenly Serpent Form Refinement Technique has completed its marrow transformation, and a brand-new breathing method has been created by Chen Mu.

It has now been gradually integrated into all aspects of daily life, including walking, standing, sitting, and lying down. The proficiency of the Heavenly Serpent Form Refinement Technique at the fourth level continues to advance.

After soaking his feet in warm water and washing up, Chen Mu blew out the lamp and went to bed.

"Tsk... there's a lack of entertainment."

"Go to sleep, go to sleep. If you want something, find it in your dreams."

Touching the forty-one Ancestral Talismans in his pocket, Chen Mu drifted off to sleep peacefully.

……

call!
A gentle breeze rustled.

A round-faced man dressed in black, carrying a long black stick, crouched low and stealthily scaled the wall like a thief.

After Zong Tai landed, he was about to lift his foot when he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"They're completely obsessed."

He was just a fugitive criminal who was hiding.

How could it be that person from back then?

He shook his head and prepared to leave. With the Soul-Stabilizing Pillar in place, he couldn't afford any accidents.

But... we're already here.

Zong Tai landed silently like a ghost, and floated to the west window of the main room in two steps.

The window is a single, openwork panel covered with yellow paper. It has a wooden hinge at the top that allows it to be flipped up and opened.

At this moment, it is being lifted up by a horizontal bar.

Zongtai took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, placed it under the half-open window, and slowly fanned it with his palm.

A wisp of smoke drifted into the room through the window.

By the faint moonlight, through the cracks in the window, one could vaguely see the bed not far from the window.

At that moment, a figure was lying on the bed, fast asleep.

Zong Tai stood there waiting, and a quarter of an hour later, he suddenly flung open the window and dashed into the room.

The moment it landed, it flew straight onto the bed.

The armor shifted, and the right fist suddenly turned as black as ink.

Like a giant iron hammer, it crashed down with a howling wind!
Zong Tai's expression was cold: "With the Soul-Stabilizing Pillar on your body, you cannot afford any accidents..."

boom!
The sturdy walnut wood bed shattered instantly.

wrong!

The next moment, my scalp suddenly felt a sharp, needle-like pain.

Without thinking, Zong Tai instinctively bent his knees and squatted down.

The left hand, which was gripping the Soul-Stabilizing Pillar, was suddenly lifted upwards.

The dark, soul-stabilizing stake pierced the air, heading straight for the top of the head.

clang!
It sounded like a hammer striking an anvil. A tremendous roar suddenly rang in my ears.

A powerful force emanated from the top of the Soul-Stabilizing Stake.

His left hand, brimming with power, felt as if he were grasping a slippery, giant python.

laugh!
It's like a blade scraping against glass.

The soul-stabilizing stake slid down suddenly from the iron-like left hand.

With a soft thud, it easily pierced the blue brick floor.