Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

In the square in front of the Wu Temple in the Jiuli tribe, several guards and servants under Yakumo Lan were handing over a batch of halberds with a big man from the Wu clan.

The Jiuli tribesmen rolled up the animal skins one by one and tied them up with the tendons of giant pythons until the number was sufficient.

Yakumo Aoi stood beside the high priest, his eyes occasionally glancing at the furs.

The price of these ancient beasts' hides would skyrocket tenfold if they were sold to the Three Realms.
If saltpeter is processed into fairy armor, the price can be multiplied several times.

"If we bring all these animal skins back to the Samsara Palace, it will be enough to buy a Samsara Universe. Then we can build a huge fantasy town as Zi wished!"

Thinking of Zi, a gentle smile appeared on Yakumo Lan's face.

The high priest at the side looked at her face, as if he had thought of something, and the corners of his dry and withered mouth twitched.

"Ow!"

A dull and loud roar of a wild beast interrupted Yakumo Aoi's thoughts. The deafening roar was mixed with terrifying ferocity.

She turned her head and saw two strong men with blue skin walking towards them, holding a tiger tightly.

The tiger's body was more than three meters long and golden in color. Its eyes were filled with ferocious and brutal light, and it struggled desperately.

The two big men from the Wu clan made it look like a piece of cake. One of them grabbed the tiger's two hind legs, and the other grabbed the tiger's neck, and they carried it over.

The big tiger roared angrily, and as it struggled, a pair of fleshy wings appeared on its back.

When Yakumo Lan saw the tiger's pair of fleshy wings, the chapter on ferocious beasts recorded in the Records of the Wasteland in the Baoqingfang suddenly popped up in his mind, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Qiongqi!"

This winged tiger was actually an ancient ferocious beast, Qiongqi.

"It's just a beast with impure blood. It actually dared to hunt down our distinguished guests at the gate of our Wu clan's territory. It's just right to skin it and entertain the guests!"

The high priest glanced at the Qiongqi with a smile. When the high priest's eyes swept over the Qiongqi, its struggling body suddenly stiffened, as if it had collapsed completely.
He let out a cry like a plea for mercy and allowed two strong men to carry him to an open space nearby.

Dozens of large stoves had already been set up on the open space, with pots about ten feet long placed on top of them. The pots were filled with large bundles of firewood and a big fire was lit.

A dozen big men with big heads and thick necks wearing leather aprons were busy in front of the big pot, turning over a huge green fire. Soon, the water in the pot began to emit curls of steam.

A big man took a look at the boiling water, nodded, and took out a handful of strange herbs and plants from a leather pocket and threw them in.

Although Yakumo Lan took over Baoqingfang on the Earth Demon Star, she had only been the shopkeeper for a few years, and her vision was not as good as those of the old shopkeepers.

I could only vaguely recognize that among these herbs there were Cornus officinalis, Polygonatum sibiricum and others, but these herbs seemed to be generally much larger than those outside.

Like the Polygonatum, if it were placed in the Three Realms, it would probably be a precious medicine that is more than ten thousand years old, but here, it is obviously being treated as some kind of ingredient.

The next scene made Yakumo Lan tremble all over. Two big men from the Wu clan lifted up the Qiongqi beast and placed it in front of a big pot.

A big man holding a sharp blade cut off the huge tiger head of Qiongqi with one clean and neat stroke, causing it to spurt out a cavity of hot blood into the big pot.

Another big man in a leather apron held a smooth wooden long-handled spoon in both hands and stirred the pot to prevent the blood in the pot from coagulating into tofu.

The big man who cut off the head of the Qiongqi tiger grabbed the head of the Qiongqi and squeezed it hard. A violent howl came out from the chopped-off animal head.

A hazy shadow similar to the shape of Qiongqi shot out from the tiger's head and fell into the pot of delicious soup.

As the shadow of Qiongqi shot in, the pot of soup immediately began to boil rapidly, even making a slight explosion sound. But within a few blinks of an eye, it returned to calm.

"This beast isn't ferocious enough, it's still a little lacking in flavor. Let's first remove some of its large bones to enhance its flavor!"

The chef wearing an animal skin apron scooped a spoonful of soup from the pot, tasted it, smacked his lips, and turned his head away in dissatisfaction.

On the other side, two burly men who were skinning and removing tendons from the body of Qiongqi, removing the meat and bones, wielded their boning knives skillfully and removed several large bones that were more than a meter long.

Gurgle, gurgle, a few large bones were put into the pot, and the red pot of soup immediately gave off curls of steam, which seemed like living things twisting and entwining in the air.

"Gurgle!" Yakumo Aoi couldn't help swallowing his saliva as he watched the ferocious beast that was so powerful that it could easily tear him apart being turned into food.

It's not just the Qiongqi. A group of strong and plump women from the Wu tribe built bonfires. Next to the blazing bonfires, the food being processed was the more than ten-meter-long Henggong fish, which was famous in ancient times.

The Kunlun Python, an ancient ferocious beast that was huge and nearly a hundred feet long, was roasted on several bonfires, making a sizzling sound. Clear fat dripped, making the bonfires more vigorous and exuding a charming fragrance in the air.

After witnessing the descendants of dozens of powerful ferocious beasts being turned into food, Yakumo Aoi is now as well-behaved as a newborn monster in Eastern Gensokyo.

The high priest stood beside her, raised his skinny fingers like chicken claws, and lightly reached out to something not far away.

A set of heavy armor, combat boots, and halberd in the iron and wooden box immediately fell in front of him.

Looking at the weapons and armor in front of him, the high priest narrowed his eyes. In his dim eyes, there seemed to be a flash of the primitive world being shattered, and the raging earth, water, fire and wind. Then he smiled and shook his head.

"The quality of this armor is average, but the materials used are solid. It doesn't look like it was made by one person, but by a group of people. It's quite interesting!"

Hearing the high priest's words, Yakumo Lan was startled, subconsciously looked at the skinny old man, and couldn't help licking his lips:

"The high priest also knows how to refine weapons!"

Yakumo Lan didn't know the origin of these magical weapons and armor, but what the high priest said was exactly the same as what the master in the workshop said.

These heavy black armors have soft gold inside and fish-scale-like armor plates on the outside.

Dozens of defensive restrictions were stacked on a small piece of armor that was five inches thick and the size of fish scales. On a set of heavy armor, there were more than a thousand such scales, and the restrictions on these scales were linked together.

Its defensive power is so astonishing that a sweeping worker in the workshop who has never set foot in the fairyland can, wearing armor, withstand all the magical powers and spells of a true immortal demon.

The master craftsman of Baoqingfang sighed repeatedly as he touched the heavy armor, saying that the materials of such armor are precious star cores and gold. If the refiner is willing to carve and polish it carefully, the quality of these armors will be greatly improved.

However, these weapons seemed to be greedy and reckless, blindly pursuing forging speed and piling up restrictions, but ignoring quality.

Yakumo Lan had not expected that the high priest of the Jiuli tribe in front of him actually knew how to refine weapons. From what he said, he could tell that these weapons were forged by many people.

"Jiuli has been absent from the Three Realms for a long time. Have people forgotten that our Wu Clan is the ancestor of iron forging in this world?"

The high priest seemed to see what Yakumo Lan was thinking. His dry fingers stroked the scales of the heavy armor. A gleam of light flashed in his dim eyes. He looked at Yakumo Lan with a half-smile:
"When my people were refining weapons and armor, the Yellow Emperor was still using stone axes!"

Jiuli, Yakumo Lan suddenly woke up. The Jiuli tribe was a tribe of Chi You, the ancestor of soldiers. They were able to smelt iron and gold. In ancient times, the ancestor of soldiers fought against the Yellow Emperor, and the Yellow Emperor defeated the ancestor of soldiers in Zhuolu!

However, Yakumo Aoi did not connect it with the ancestor of soldiers at the moment.

"After the war between wizards and liches, except for the pure wizards like us who migrated from the ancient wizard continent, the wizards who remained in the three realms are no different from humans!"

"In ancient times, humans were weak, and beasts were rampant. They were plagued by all kinds of diseases, mosquito bites, floods and beasts, which could kill humans without a burial place.

We, the Wu Clan, once saved the human race from being eaten by the demons. Since we left the Three Realms, the remaining Wu Clan and the human race have been living together and have long since merged into one. This is also the reason why Chi You was able to compete with the Yellow Emperor for the throne of the Human Emperor! "

The high priest half recalled and half sighed: "It's a pity, Huangdi has the Heavenly Court, the Chan Sect, and the saints behind him. Even though my clan sent a lot of elites to help, Chiyou still lost! It's a pity for him. It's rare for my witch clan to produce such a great witch!"

Upon hearing this secret for the first time, Yakumo Aoi wished she were deaf. She trembled as she looked at the old man in front of her, fearing that she would be skinned and put on the grill in the next moment.

The high priest seemed not to notice Yakumo Aoi's expression, as if he was lost in his memories:
"It's funny to say that we witches inherited the blood of the Father God, but our first enemy was the world created by the Father God.

Those birds and beasts, floods and wildfires, diseases, poisonous insects, and ancient wilderness are all dangerous even for us witches.

Therefore, we witches value power. The earliest witches pursued the most powerful and primitive power.
With his extraordinary strength, he opened up mountains, cleared land, killed wild beasts, drove away vicious birds, changed the course of rivers, smoothed the mountains, and created fertile land for the tribe to survive. "

"We have inherited the blood of our father, and our potential is not inferior to some innate gods and demons. Unfortunately, our extreme pursuit of power has also made many of our clansmen not very useful here!"

The high priest showed Yakumo Lan a mischievous smile and said, "You should have heard about Gong Gong's angry collision with Mount Buzhou. Tell me, whose good guy is so stupid that he hit the mountain with his head for fun and even collapsed it!"

"hiss!"

After hearing the words of the high priest, for some reason, Yakumo Aoi felt cold all over, as if a cold wind was blowing into the back of his neck.

She looked at the high priest with a hint of resentment in her eyes.
Is it appropriate for you to speak ill of your ancestors in front of an outsider like me? !
Is this something I can listen to?

The high priest didn't pay any attention to her, but his mysterious eyes were fixed on the guy who was inspecting the animal hides.

Following the high priest's gaze, Yakumo Aoi recognized the guy as the delivery man sent by the main workshop, and his surname seemed to be "Tang"!
Yakumo Lan didn't think much about it and just thought that the high priest was watching him counting the animal skins.

"My Wu Clan has been refining weapons and armor and Wu treasures for several kalpas before the human race. The first people to refine Wu treasures were the Zhurong clan. They were born with the ability to control fire and could smelt gold and iron ore.

All they knew was to use the best materials, the hottest flames, and mix the strongest and heaviest materials together.

Then use materials that are naturally spiritual as the core, such as black snake bones, dragon horns and dragon scales, phoenix feathers and phoenix crowns, etc.

After mixing these powerful materials together, they are then integrated into the most lethal and cruel spell!"

The high priest flicked the halberd in his hand and smiled: "At that time, we didn't know about the spiritual pattern restriction. When Zhu Rong refined the magic weapon, his idea was to mix the most powerful materials and the most powerful witchcraft spells together."

Yakumo Lan blinked and looked at the high priest: "There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with thinking this way!"

The high priest shook his head and sighed: "When the world was first created, there were spiritual materials everywhere in the world. It is right to think so. But now I think that those rough guys are just wasting the gifts of nature!"

The high priest shook his wrist, and the halberd in his skinny hand suddenly increased in size, quickly turning into a giant halberd that was ten feet thick, three hundred feet long, and completely black.

"Hey, big and small Ruyi, nowadays, it is almost standard for general magic weapon restrictions. In my era, apart from some innate spiritual treasures, only those disciples of the Xuanmen had such means and magical powers!"

"I remember that I captured a Golden Immortal-level demon saint and asked the Zhurong tribe to help me refine a spear!"

The high priest seemed to have thought of something, his face was dark, the corners of his mouth twitched, as if countless thunders were brewing under his face: "That bastard Yan took five black turtle eggs from me, and in the end he gave me a junky thing that can't even penetrate the buttocks of a peak elephant!
I was almost trampled to death by that mad elephant!"

Yakumo Lan could only laugh dryly as she listened to the high priest's complaints. She had only vaguely seen the name of Fengxiang in an ancient book from Qingqiu.

It was an ancient elephant-like beast that was larger than a mountain and had long since become extinct during the war between the wizard and the lich.

Her heart was pounding. The skinny old man in front of her, who was as thin as a mummy, had actually stabbed the peak. Could he be an antique who was alive before the war between the wizards and the liches?

Yakumo Lan felt a little numb. What she was worried about now was whether the reincarnation mark deep in her sea of ​​consciousness could be hidden from the eyes of the old monster in front of her.

"Since then, I have studied the art of refining weapons. Now, with the skeleton of the Demon Saint, I can use it to refine ten treasures that are ten times more powerful than that tattered spear!" The high priest snorted coldly.

"Refining a weapon is not a simple addition." The high priest stroked the smooth halberd with his fingers, and said something that made Yakumo Lan look up in shock: "The refining technique of this kind of magic weapon is really wonderful, the art of mechanical engineering and carving of spiritual patterns, hey, it's not like the technique of this world!"

Yakumo Lan looked at the high priest dryly and stammered, "What do you mean by that, high priest? Little Fox doesn't understand!" "It doesn't matter if you don't understand. This kind of refining technique is just to stack various spiritual patterns on the materials with extreme skill.

Refining equipment is not such a simple matter. Such methods are still too artificial and cannot produce a creation comparable to the innate spiritual treasures. "

The high priest's gaze fell quietly on the blue-clothed waiter. The blue-clothed waiter patted the animal hair on his body, stood up and looked at the high priest in the astonished eyes of Yakumo Lan.

"It's good to use. If it's true as you said, each piece of armor took a lot of effort. I can't give you what you want!"

Yakumo Aoi looked at the high priest, then at the blue-clothed waiter whose temperament had completely changed. She seemed to understand something, and her cherry lips almost opened slightly, but finally she closed her mouth and stood aside obediently.

"Did you really bring what we wanted?"

The high priest was also somewhat surprised when he heard what the man in green said.

The conditions they proposed at the beginning were just to wait for a good price and gain more benefits for the Witch Clan. They didn't expect that the man in front of them could actually bring the things.

"Twelve million sets of heavy armor of immortal quality. It's a bit difficult, but it can be overcome with some effort!"

The man in green, or the incarnation of Gonggong of Tang and Song dynasties, looked at the high priest calmly, pointed his finger, and a drop of water floated towards the high priest.

"High Priest, be careful!"

Several sturdy old men who had been closely watching the high priest saw this scene and their faces changed drastically. One of them blocked the water droplets, and the others rushed towards Gonggong.

Several old men are all elders of the Jiuli tribe. Outside the Wugu Continent, they are also Golden Immortal Bodhisattvas in the Three Realms.

Everyone joined forces, and before they got close to the water droplets and rushed towards Tang Song, they felt as if they were in another space.

The condensed water light in front of me flashed with boundless coolness, and the sound of the waves hitting the shore resounded throughout the void in an instant.

It seemed as if a river was falling from the sky towards them. In the blink of an eye, the river turned into a sword light like a water wave, spanning across the void for thousands of feet and stabbing towards them from a distance.

Faced with this scene, several great wizards revealed their own wizard bodies. Thunderous sounds burst out from the mouths of the giant heads that were thousands of feet tall, and they rushed towards the sword light while waving their fists and swords.

"Wulian Zhenshui, you are an elder after all. How can you be ashamed to use such means to bully a group of children?"

The high priest looked at Tang Song's methods. Although he did not recognize the Tianhe sword energy, he had seen the infinite true water.

This infinite true water is not something from the mortal world, but the source of all true water with water quality, water shape, water appearance, and water state in the three rooms and nine realms.

Its properties are extremely pure, and even more deadly than the Xuanyin True Water, which has the extreme properties among the five elements. One drop of it is enough to cause a flood that sweeps across the earth.

As the first kind of water that came into being from nothing between heaven and earth when chaos began, it is the ancestor of all water sources in the world.

This thing disappeared forever after the destruction of the prehistoric continent. Even if you search all over the world, you may not be able to find even a drop of it.

Even in ancient times, among the many people with great supernatural powers, there were no more than three who could condense infinite true water.

Gonggong, the ancestor of water, is one of them.

Several elders of the Jiuli tribe felt the earth-shattering power hidden in the sword energy from the rapidly approaching sword light in the void.
They could feel that if they were affected by the sword light, even if their bodies were as strong as top-notch immortal weapons, they would probably be turned into ashes if they were hit by this sword.

Not to mention them, the high priest also subconsciously twitched his mouth when he saw the sword. He estimated that even he would be unable to withstand this sword.

What's more, if the sword light was really condensed from infinite real water, no matter what the consequences of this sword were, as long as the real water was completely dispersed.

I'm afraid that their entire Jiuli tribe will really become a crystal palace. They are not like those people in the Gonggong tribe who like to live in water.

This was not the result he wanted to see.

"You really need to meet a bunch of youngsters!" The high priest looked at Gong Gong helplessly.

Gong Gong laughed strangely and said, "What are you talking about? I am a little simple-minded and don't understand!"

The high priest just wanted to slap himself in the mouth at this moment. He had been in this ancient land of witchcraft for too long and only remembered that Gonggong had a bad temper, but forgot that he was a petty and vengeful person.

At this moment, the sword light burst out completely. Because several great wizards used too much force, their muscles as knotty as mountains bulged with veins. The huge force that was enough to lift Mount Tai and cross the North Sea completely burst out.

The next moment, the thousand-foot-long Tianhe sword energy collided with them head-on, and it was as if an incomparably huge white chrysanthemum with curled leaves exploded in the void.

The sword light instantly split into endless sword shadows and light, as if an endless huge wave surged out of thin air. It just pounced forward and sent several Jiuli tribe elders flying.

Plop, plop—

A group of big men from the Wu clan followed a group of old men from the Wu clan and ran hundreds of miles, and they worked together to pull several old men out from the ground and trees.

Pills were stuffed into their mouths as if they were free.

"Amazing!"

An old man with a frozen body and a thick layer of white frost on his skin was shivering with his teeth chattering. After being fed a handful of pills, he exhaled a breath and opened his eyes.

Thunderous sounds began to emanate from his body, hot air gushed out of the pores all over his body, large pieces of frozen frost cracked and fell off, and soon the old man recovered as before.

After a long sigh, the old man stood up and looked directly at the burly old man beside him, and said in a deep voice: "What about the high priest? Don't let that villain hurt the high priest!"

The burly Third Elder gave the old man a strange look and said, "Second Elder, you must have been kicked in the head by a donkey. Do you think anyone can hurt the High Priest with his strength?"

He said with some gloating: "The high priest said that he was a distinguished guest of the Jiuli tribe and they are hosting a banquet to entertain him. You got beaten for nothing!"

When everyone returned to the tribe, including several elders, all the Jiuli people gasped when they saw the scene before them.

They saw their high priest sitting next to the man in green who had knocked them away, and his expression contained a bit of flattery that they could hardly express.

That's right, it was flattery. It was hard for them to imagine that this word would be used to describe the high priest.

You know, the status of this high priest was so transcendent that even Chi You, the ancestor of war at that time, had to respectfully call him "ancestor" when he saw him.

Now the high priest even took action himself, and with a hint of indescribable flattery, he carefully spread his own secret sauce on the grilled fish and started grilling the fish for the man in green in front of him.

The scales of the Henggong fish are three times harder than dragon scales, but when the scales are scraped off, the fish meat inside the skin is unexpectedly tender and smooth.

Paired with the high priest’s secret seasoning, the aroma of the grilled fish was almost intoxicating.

Yakumo Aoi was like a cat, leaning against the campfire with eyes wide open, staring at the fragrant grilled fish without blinking.

Smelling the fragrance, she even forgot to speculate about the identity of the high priest and Gonggong beside her, and reached out to grab a piece of fish.

But when the high priest looked at her, she obediently withdrew her hand.

"Don't worry, the seasoning has just been applied and hasn't yet soaked into the fish. It's not hot enough. Wait a little longer!"

Hearing the words of the high priest, Yakumo Aoi swallowed and nodded heavily.

"They are all our descendants, you are too harsh!" The high priest complained to Gonggong while flipping the grilled fish.

Gonggong held a piece of roasted sweet potato that was golden brown and oozing with honey in his hand, and broke off a piece of Yakumo Aoi, who was standing aside. Facing the high priest's complaint, he simply said in a calm tone:
"I only used a little bit of strength, and I took back most of it in the end. Otherwise, do you think they would still be standing intact?"

The high priest also laughed bitterly upon hearing this: "I am too outspoken! It is these youngsters who are suffering!"

"Are you saying that I am going to make things difficult for you?" Gonggong took a bite of the sweet potato dripping with golden honey and glanced at the high priest.

"How dare I!" The high priest shook his head and quickly changed the subject:
"I see that these weapons are all made of star cores. I have yet to congratulate the great master on his return with his power!"

Are star cores valuable? Yes, they are valuable, but they are also ordinary.

It is said to be precious only because in the world of Jambu, the stars in the sky have a fixed number, especially those big stars with star gods stationed there, which cannot be moved easily, otherwise the Heavenly Court will invade.

After the destruction of the Heavenly Palace, the laws of nature continued to operate, and no one with great supernatural powers was bored enough to do things like picking stars or taking the moon.

Not to mention that the origin of the Yama world is profound, even the big stars are much thicker than those in other worlds. If one's cultivation does not reach a certain level, it is really impossible to harvest the power of the stars.

Generally speaking, it refers to the great masters in the Daluo realm who have the ability to create the heaven and earth and evolve the world. It is not a difficult task for them to pick a few stars from the evolved world.

But this action is really like making a plate of dumplings for a dish of vinegar.

Not to mention that to create 12 million sets of heavy armor of immortal quality, the star cores required would be huge and would require the destruction of more than a thousand stars.
Add to that the equipment refiners needed to forge these heavy armors, and the scale of this project is so huge that it would have been a huge project even during the heyday of Heaven.

It had only been a short time since the various tribes of their witch clan reached an agreement with this foreign visitor, and twelve million sets of heavy armor were now placed before him.

This speed surprised the high priest who had never seen dozens of worlds, tens of millions of large metallurgical furnaces firing at the same time, hundreds of millions of assembly lines operating at the same time, tens of millions of craftsmen, and billions of ultra-high precision femtometer-level micro-carving equipment operating at the same time.

"As long as you are satisfied with this batch of weapons and armor!" Gonggong ate the sweet potato in his hand in a few mouthfuls and clapped his hands: "Where is what I want? The value of these heavy armors is not enough for these animal skins alone!"

The high priest said quickly: "We have prepared everything! We are just waiting for other tribes to send it over!"

Gong Gong nodded: "Then wait a little longer!"

The high priest flipped the grilled fish in his hand, his mind turning, hesitating for a long while, and then said: "From what the queen said, the great master came back this time to fight for the throne!"

Gonggong dug out a piece of sweet potato from the shade of the charcoal fire under the campfire, blew off the carbon powder on it, and then peeled it and started eating:
"Empress Pingxin has told you that she has this idea!" He is not a ruthless person, let alone not having it pulled out yet,

Since you have agreed to Chang Xi, then you should fight for it. If you can't win, the worst that can happen is that you can just pack up and leave.

When the high priest heard Gonggong's words, a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"What's the matter? Are you having any difficulties?" Gonggong glanced at the high priest.

"We, the Jiuli tribe, participated in the battle for the Emperor of Man back then, and our young and strong people suffered heavy losses. It has been such a long time since we finally recovered. If we rashly intervene in the affairs of the Three Realms, I am afraid our tribe members will not be happy!"

The high priest seemed to hesitate for a while before he spoke.

"Oh, is that so? Forget it then. I never intended to include you in the beginning anyway!" Stuffing half of the sweet potato in his mouth, Gonggong patted the carbon powder in his palm indifferently.

"Ah?" The high priest blinked, somewhat confused by Gonggong's words.

(End of this chapter)