I have a proficiency panel for alchemy and immortality

Chapter 15: Sudden fatal disaster

After expressing his feelings, Song Jie closed the attribute panel.

Just about to clear the dishes on the table.

Suddenly, a black shadow flew in from the half-open window and landed on the wooden table.

Before Song Jie could take a closer look, a voice floated into his ears.

"Fellow Daoist, please keep this for two days, and I will reward you handsomely.

"Also, remember not to open the storage bag, otherwise you will be killed."

"Fuck!"

Song Jie's heart suddenly tightened.

I was just eating at home, how come a fatal disaster came to my door out of nowhere...

Do I have the trouble-making physique of a novel protagonist?
Unable to resist a complaint, Song Jie cast his eyes towards a black cloth bag inlaid with gold thread on the table.

"Is this the rumored storage bag?"

Song Jie hesitated for a moment, but still reached out and picked it up.

The touch is smooth and warm, as if caressing a wisp of flowing cloud.

After looking at it for a long time, Song Jie still couldn't tell what material the storage bag was made of.

It looks like cloth, but it is not cloth.

As far as he knew, the storage bag itself was a rare treasure.

It involves the application of the way of space.

Without a certain family background, it is almost impossible for an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator to afford it.

Even the cheapest storage bag is said to cost at least one spirit crystal.

And one spirit crystal is equal to ten thousand spirit stones.

Anyway, Song Jie never thought that he could own a storage bag.

At least I didn't have this idea before I built my foundation.

Looking at the storage bag in his hand, Song Jie was in a dilemma for a moment.

It is definitely impossible to open it.

As the saying goes, curiosity kills the cat.

Song Jie wanted to live longer and didn't want to know what was in the storage bag.

It is even more impossible to claim it as your own.

The mysterious person who left the storage bag must have a higher level of cultivation than himself.

Since the other party was so confident in handing the storage bag to me for safekeeping, there must be a way to track the location of the storage bag.

Therefore, the idea of ​​running away with the storage bag was nipped in the bud by Song Jie as soon as it came up.

If I throw away the storage bag, what should I do if that mysterious man comes to my door in a couple of days?

Although he was holding a rare treasure, Song Jie felt like he was holding a hot potato.

Holding this storage bag of unknown origin in his hand, he was worried that he would be inexplicably drawn into a dangerous vortex.

After thinking about it, Song Jie discovered.

It seems that there is no other way except to keep the storage bag safe for the mysterious man.

I can only hope that the mysterious man has no ill will towards me and that I can spend these two days safely.

As for the huge reward promised by the mysterious man, Song Jie didn't dare to expect anything. He just hoped that he would not be killed to silence him.

"Wait, it's not completely impossible."

A light bulb went off in Song Jie's mind and an idea came into his mind.

“I can drop the storage bag here and run on my own.

"But if that happens, I will have to give up my current identity and the stable life I have finally found."

He sighed slowly.

Song Jie was not in a hurry to make a decision immediately.

After all, this is a world of cultivating immortals, and there are too many powerful forces that he cannot understand at present.

He couldn't guarantee whether the mysterious man had marked him as well.

With his current state at the second level of the Qi Refining Stage, he was simply unable to find out anything.

"In the final analysis, I am still too weak."

Song Jie shook his head.

This was the first time he felt deeply helpless because of his own weakness.

After taking a few deep breaths, Song Jie's eyes gradually became firm.

“I want to become stronger!
"So strong that you don't have to fear anyone!"

After making up his mind secretly, Song Jie quickly cleaned up the dishes.

Afterwards, he did not take a shower but sat cross-legged on the bed to start his practice tonight.

...a night of silence.

The next morning, Song Jie followed the previous rhythm.

First, practice One Finger Zen and Dragon Claw Hand until your spiritual energy is exhausted.

After recovering some energy, he started to make the elixir again.

I won’t practice hard today to improve my strength.

Tomorrow you may be the fish on the chopping board.

Soon, two days passed.

In the end, Song Jie did not choose to abandon the storage bag and run away.

Song Jie did not sense any malice in the message left by the mysterious man.

Moreover, with the strength of the opponent's dragon, neither the head nor the tail can be seen.

If they wanted to kill me, it would probably just be a matter of convenience.

Since the other party didn't try to kill me two days ago, I guess he didn't intend to take my life.

Otherwise, the storage bag would not be handed over to me for safekeeping.

They will not even promise a generous reward afterwards.

So, after careful consideration, Song Jie believed that he was still safe for the time being.

At least that mysterious man shouldn't do anything bad to me.

To be precise, he was disdainful of doing anything bad to himself, a young cultivator at the second level of Qi Refining Stage.

After another night of practice, Song Jie felt that his cultivation had improved again.

Although the speed of improvement in cultivation is very slow, it is indeed improving gradually.

"The cultivation speed of these five-attribute spiritual roots is really too slow. It would be better if they were single-attribute spiritual roots."

Song Jie smiled bitterly and shook his head.

If this body had a single-attribute spiritual root, I should be practicing in the sect now.

Instead of struggling as a casual cultivator in Xinyue City.

After all, single-attribute spiritual roots are recognized by the immortal cultivation world as the spiritual roots with the fastest cultivation speed.

With each additional spiritual root attribute, the cultivation speed will be slowed down by half.

Spending the same amount of cultivation resources, cultivators with single-attribute spiritual roots will break through the realm faster.

Therefore, no sect would reject a cultivator with a single-attribute spiritual root.

As for cultivators with five-attribute spiritual roots, very few can break through to the foundation-building stage.

Unless you are willing to spend a huge amount of money and invest all kinds of resources, including longevity pills.

Only then can you break through to the foundation-building stage before your lifespan runs out.

Even if one is lucky enough to build a foundation, his lifespan will be greatly increased.

The subsequent formation of the elixir is even more difficult, and the resources required are countless.

Therefore, the five-attribute spiritual roots are recognized by the world of immortal cultivation as the spiritual roots with the lowest cost-effectiveness.

It is even given the title of spiritual root with "nothingness" attribute.

Song Jie thought about it and laughed at himself.

"No, it should be fortunate that this body has five-attribute spiritual roots."

If this body did not have the five-attribute spiritual roots, the original owner would not have become a casual cultivator.

He would not die suddenly in his sleep due to overwork caused by the high intensity of alchemy.

I would have no chance to travel to this world.

Maybe he took the wrong medicine and went straight to heaven.

After taking a few deep breaths, Song Jie got up and washed up.

Then he came to the open space in front of the house and started today's magic practice.

According to what the mysterious man said, he should come to ask for the storage bag today.

It was impossible for Song Jie to do nothing and just wait in the house.

When it is time to practice, practice; when it is time to practice magic, practice magic.

With the mentality that if it is a blessing, there is no disaster, and if it is a disaster, there is no way to avoid it, Song Jie can now be said to be as steady as an old dog.

Half an hour later, he felt that the spiritual power in his body had reached its limit and he could no longer shoot out even one Yang Finger.

Song Jie immediately stopped practicing, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and prepared to go back to the house to make the elixir.

As soon as I stepped into the house with my right foot, my heart suddenly tightened and my whole body froze in place, as if time had stopped.

"Here it comes!" Song Jie smiled bitterly in his heart.

Then he looked warily at the figure sitting on a chair next to the wooden table in the room.

(End of this chapter)