Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Wei Xi's heart was filled with shock: It was also a place where Yin and Yang Qi flowed, so why was Dieqi Mountain well-known in the world of immortal cultivation, but Chongxiao City chose to create the gimmick of "Black Abyss"?

Self-awareness is one of Wei Xi's few strengths. She would never think that she is the protagonist of a storybook and can easily discover secrets that the great cultivators like Feng Dao and Po Ming cannot.

What's more, something like Yin and Yang Qi, even a small shrimp like Wei Xi who is just building a foundation can give it a try. She doesn't believe that people related to Chongxiao City, which has been passed down for thousands of years, don't know the secret of Yin and Yang Qi here.

"It seems that the facts are different from the mainstream theory in the immortal cultivation world. The place where the yin and yang energy converge is not just Dieqi Mountain. Zhenhai Sect and Chongxiao City may also be guarding some key nodes..."

"Dieqi Mountain was controlled by sects headed by the Wanjian Sect and became a place for cultivators to form their core. According to Granny Corpse, utilizing yin and yang energy was once the mainstream method of cultivation."

"If this inference is correct, it can explain the phenomenon of Chongxiao City's tyrannical strength! Guarding the Yin and Yang Qi every day will definitely allow cultivators to form a pill."

Wei Xi, who was among the crowd, frowned. "...Even the place where the Longevity Tree is located is very likely a node! This would explain why Sitaya has such a high level of cultivation at such a young age!"

Wei Xi was in a state of confusion. She just wanted to make her enemy Li Changxu suffer a fate worse than death and be left without a burial place. Inadvertently, she seemed to have discovered a secret that she shouldn't have known.

"As long as I don't say these things, who can pry open my head and explore my thoughts? ...But in this way," Wei Xi's brows relaxed, and his fingers subconsciously stroked the pendant around his neck, "Is there something wrong with the [self] given to me by the Immortal Wood?"

Unfortunately, these are all speculations based on existing clues by Wei Xi and there is no conclusive evidence.

In today's world, even though there is no evidence to send a small fry like Xiao Wei to jail, making groundless accusations is no different from scraping for the bigwigs of various forces.

In his prime years, Wei Xi, who didn't want to go to prison again, could only remain mute.

"It seems I need to quickly figure out how to use [Self], and also take advantage of this hunt to kill the man-eating ants to earn more spirit stones. This way, I might be able to purchase the remaining three ingredients at the auction."

Having made up his mind, Wei Xi's gaze towards the man-eating ants became scorching, and the eagerness made Lian Gouqie shiver, and he quickly circled around Qin Feng's side.

Ignoring them, Wei Xi sharpened his knife and pointed at the ants: "How can this be a ferocious monster? This is clearly a walking spirit stone!"

The staff of the Chongxiao City Chamber of Commerce roughly divided the monks who came to support into groups and sent them to the various bunkers on the third line of defense in order of priority to participate in the team-building activity of strangling the man-eating ants.

Wei Xi and his two companions, along with more than a dozen other cultivators, were assigned to a three-story bunker. The stone building exuded a rugged beauty; the walls bore traces of wild beasts gnawing, sword scratches, and black smoke stains. People who were sensitive to spiritual power could even read residual spiritual power of varying attributes and strengths from them; magical instruments for lighting and killing were embedded on it, turning the bunker into an efficient killing machine.

Wei Xi ascended to the second floor and saw a one-eyed male cultivator, about thirty years old, carrying a jar filled with spirit stones to recharge his magical weapon. The huge axe on his back, carrying pieces of flesh, swung constantly. He would occasionally kick down the headless ant corpses lying on the edge.

The wall was lined with a circle of square holes, with one monk typically assigned to three adjacent holes. Before Wei Xi's group arrived, due to a shortage of manpower, each monk was responsible for five adjacent holes. Facing a massive monster like the man-eating ants, maneuvering was difficult.

Moreover, cultivators are also human, and those fighting the man-eating ants on the front lines are at most at the level of spiritual consciousness. The prolonged and intense use of spiritual energy in combat is a significant burden on these cultivators, and the frequent shift changes exacerbate manpower shortages. It's no wonder that the usually aloof Zhongxiao City proactively sought reinforcements from the Ju Kingdom.

The murderous atmosphere infected the young monks standing atop the bunker. Among the reinforcements, a cultivator, swathed in black silk, was the first to join the battle. He swiftly executed a spell, and golden-red spiritual energy surged forth, melting the swarms of man-eating ants outside the bunker into a sea of molten iron.

"Where did this idiot come from? This beast is counting heads! What's the point of turning it into molten iron? It's a waste of my spiritual power!"

Upon hearing this, the black silk cultivator paused, then immediately moved to the side, fearing that he would cause displeasure to the cultivators stationed there again.

This shouting and cursing reminded everyone and they all started reading the task details.

The precautions for this mission were projected onto the ground in the center of this bunker.

The Chamber of Commerce not only issued invitations to the auction in exchange for the payment of the man-eating ant heads, but also purchased the "parts" removed from the man-eating ants by the monks at 80% of the market price. In addition, the monks could also choose to convert the man-eating ant heads into a free credit at 60% of the market price, which could be used to offset all the goods in the auction.

The monsters were easy to kill and there were many of them. Coupled with Party A's generous attack, the surrounding cultivators became excited, and the air was filled with a strange atmosphere of "don't come here in vain".

The only problem facing everyone now is: how to get the head of the man-eating ant.

First of all, you have to be careful with your attack. You can't turn it into molten iron.

Secondly, you must act quickly. If the man-eating ants' heads cannot be retracted in time, their fellow ants will quickly chew through the corpse's skull.

After several experiments, the three of them successfully figured out a perfect killing process: Lian Gou drew a talisman called a fishing line and stuck it on Wei Xi's arrow, Wei Xi was responsible for using the crossbow to drag the man-eating ants into the air with the power of the talisman, and Qin Feng chopped off the monster's head with one sword after another.

It is said that the fishing line was invented by a senior who loved fishing. It is one of the one hundred talismans explained in the basic textbook "Introduction to Talismans". In addition to fishing, monks who are friendly with civil engineering often use this talisman to mix supplies.

This kind of talisman is very simple and has little market, so the makeshift team does not have any stock, and Lian Gou Xie can only draw it on the spot. Qin Feng has to infuse the talisman with spiritual power despite his busy schedule, and he is the well-deserved model worker among the three.

Wei Xi, holding a crossbow with a precise magic circle drawn on it, had a decent aim. The struggling man-eating ants in mid-air flew like meteors, but halfway through, their fragile necks were cut off by the ice-blue arc-shaped foot. The ant heads were separated from their bodies, and the ant heads, with black blood spurting out of their cavities, fell towards the bunker.

Honestly, the sight of the man-eating ants' heads flying towards Wei Xi and the other two was quite shocking. The man-eating ants here were even more ferocious than the ants in the Zhenhai Sect's wooden pagoda.

But such ugly ant heads looked like piles of spirit stones to Wei Xi. The crossbow in his hand left afterimages, and soon the three of them had their feet piled high with the heads of man-eating ants.

The air was filled with a fishy smell, and the bloodthirsty genes in the three people who were fighting bloody battles were mobilized.

(End of this chapter)