I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 20: Borrowing Demons to Cultivate Magic (Two in One)

The courtyard of the Dharma Hall is very large and quiet, filled with cushions, ten horizontally and ten vertically, which can accommodate a hundred people.

Jiang Yi chose a seat in the shade of a tree on the right side of the front row, sat down, yawned, took out the jade slip of "Zhen Yue Sword Technique", and supported his head to read it.

After a quick glance, Jiang Yi found that this technique was simple yet complex. It combined the techniques of physical cultivation and sword cultivation, but became a technique for magic cultivation.

Some parts can be simplified and then improved with real sword cultivation techniques to make the moves more powerful.

Not to mention reaching the level of Xuan-grade martial arts, at least it can reach the top level of Huang-grade.

An invisible energy enveloped Jiang Yi's body. She silently recited the sword techniques in her mind, and the flow of spiritual energy in her body changed accordingly, drawing the earth spiritual energy between heaven and earth into her body, casually and loosely.

It's just a preliminary attempt and improvement, and there's no intention of being too hard-working. It's a leisurely process.

With the blessing of 'sitting and lying like a mountain', she was not afraid of being disturbed even when practicing in public.

After experiencing the changes two years ago, her emotions are now quite stable, and nothing can suddenly shock her to the point of mental confusion and obsession.

So, emotional stability doesn’t necessarily come from being loved, it could also be a result of being used to bad luck.

……

Shen Puning returned a quarter of an hour later and saw Jiang Yi holding the jade slip in one hand and supporting her head with the other, sitting there with her eyes closed, trying to absorb the energy. The wind blew the leaves down, and the girl's black hair fluttered slightly, her posture was lazy.

Shen Puning opened his eyes wide in surprise. Everyone who practiced would find a quiet place where they would not be disturbed, burn incense and meditate, sitting upright. This was the first time Shen Puning saw someone practicing so casually and freely.

It was as if she was the only one between heaven and earth, her heart was like a quiet lake, and nothing could disturb it in the slightest.

Shen Puning had only seen such a leisurely posture in the old ancestor in his family who was over a hundred years old.

"Sister Jiang is young, yet she has such a calm and natural state of mind. What has she been through?"

Shen Puning didn't dare to disturb her and sat quietly beside her playing with her piglet.

Half an hour later, Xin Wushuang returned to the lecture hall. Jiang Yi sensed something, stopped practicing, opened his eyes and stretched.

"The food you asked for."

Xin Wushuang still had no expression on his face. He held a bowl in each hand and handed two bowls of spiritual rice to Jiang Yi and Shen Puning.

Just... just food!

Shen Puning grinned awkwardly, "Sister Xin, is there... no food in the dining hall?"

Xin Wushuang's expression remained unchanged. "You only said you were bringing a meal."

Shen Puning: ………

Jiang Yi chuckled softly, "It's good. I just like eating white rice."

Jiang Yi took the bowl and saw that there were no chopsticks, so he didn't ask Xin Wushuang anymore. They didn't ask for chopsticks, so Xin Wushuang definitely didn't bring any.
Shen Puning held the rice awkwardly, and Xin Wushuang finally realized, "Sorry, I forgot to bring chopsticks. I'll go back."

"No need, Sister Xin!" Shen Puning grabbed Xin Wushuang's hand and said, "No need. Here are some branches. Just cut two and you'll be good to go."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xin Wushuang quickly pulled out a dagger. A silver light flashed before Shen Puning's eyes, frightening her so much that she stood still and dared not move. Xiaozhu immediately fell asleep and pretended to be dead.

Xin Wu raised his knife with both hands, cut off a branch, sat down beside them and began to cut chopsticks for the two of them. His hands and feet were nimble and his expression was focused.

The corners of Shen Puning's mouth twitched, and his expression was complicated.

Jiang Yi tilted her head and held her chin, and suddenly she thought the two little girls were quite cute. They reminded her of her junior sister Yaoyao when she was young, who was also honest and sincere to the point of being silly.

"I have a jar of homemade pickles here, perfect for eating with rice."

Shen Puning took out a small jar of pickles from the storage bag. After opening it, a salty and fragrant aroma spread out, which made Jiang Yi's appetite whetted.

"Sister Jiang, please eat this with me. I made this myself using the leaves and rhizomes of three first-grade spiritual herbs. The seasoning is a bit heavier, but it doesn't contain the impurities of ordinary food. We cultivators can eat it without worry."

Xin Wushuang mechanically handed over the sharpened chopsticks, then sat upright beside them, watching Jiang Yi and Shen Puning eat with pickles.

Jiang Yi had to say that Shen Puning's jar of pickles was very delicious, crispy, fragrant and refreshing, and went well with rice.

One bowl of rice was obviously not enough for Shen Puning. Her little pig kept whining and nudging her with its nose, but she pushed it away mercilessly.

"This is for human consumption. You can't eat it. Try taking a fasting pill first."

Shen Puning took out a fasting pill and handed it to the little wild boar. The little wild boar stepped back, raised its head, and looked at Shen Puning in disbelief.

Aren’t Bigu Pills meant for human consumption?
Seeing that Shen Puning insisted on feeding it the fasting pills, the little wild boar collapsed to the ground with moist eyes, seemingly having lost all its strength.

Jiang Yi was at a loss for words. Even pigs wouldn't eat these damn Qigong pills. Wasn't there anyone trying to improve the taste of them?

After eating, Shen Puning looked at the yawning Jiang Yi with a smile, and then looked at the expressionless Xin Wushuang.

"We should be considered friends now, right? Why don't we introduce ourselves in more detail to get to know each other better? My name is Shen Puning, and I have the three spiritual roots of earth, metal, and water. You must be curious why I'm so fat. Firstly, it's because I have a strong appetite, and secondly, it's because of my natural physique that I can't lose weight. I don't care about this issue at all, so you don't have to be shy about it."

"This is the first demon spirit I've contracted. She's a girl named Baozhu." Shen Puning held up her little wild boar. "It's currently at the seventh level of Qi training, making it an ordinary wild boar. But I will use all my life's knowledge to train it into the most powerful wild boar king, or even restore its ancestral bloodline. This is my current goal!"

Hum ~

Shen Puning's eyes were ardent and full of fighting spirit. As a person who had experienced this, Jiang Yi could see at a glance that Shen Puning was holding his breath and had such a goal in mind because he wanted to prove something.

Xin Wushuang frowned slightly. He didn't want to say anything, but because Shen Puning's eyes were too sincere and warm, he opened his mouth and said, "My name is Xin Wushuang. I have gold spiritual roots and... wind spiritual roots. My contract is..."

Xin Wushuang's hand brushed over the demon spirit bag hanging on his waist, and a majestic adult golden eagle covered in dark golden feathers spread its wings and took off.

"It's a golden-feathered eagle. Its name is Wanli. It means 'Wanli', which means 'eagle soars across the sky and breaks through thousands of miles.' My father gave it this name."

Xin Wushuang raised her hand, and the golden-winged eagle landed on her arm. Its hooked beak was extremely sharp, and its eyes were like lightning, revealing coldness and majesty. Its cultivation had reached the peak of Qi training.

Shen Puning's eyes lit up as she exclaimed, "Sister Xin, your golden eagle is truly extraordinary! And it takes at least two weeks of continuous training to tame an adult golden eagle. You must use your own will to subdue it. Sister Xin, you're so strong!"

Xin Wushuang's expression remained unchanged as he silently took back the Golden-feathered Eagle.

"I was born a mortal, but I accidentally became a Taoist. My mother said that I am not very smart and have a cold face. I don't know how to behave in society. Please forgive me if I have offended you."

Xin Wushuang's mother taught her to memorize this sentence, saying that if she makes friends, she must tell them. "No, no, Sister Xin, you are cold on the outside but warm on the inside. I think you are a very good person."

Jiang Yi shook his head slightly. These two silly kids were so casual in revealing their past. What would they do if they ran into bad guys?

"Sister Jiang, what about you?" Shen Puning looked at Jiang Yi with her sweet smiling eyes again.

Jiang Yi put his hands in his pockets and said, "Don't you know everything? My name is Jiang Yi. The rest... I'm too lazy to tell you."

"Sister Jiang! You're not sincere!"

"What happened?"

Shen Puning reached out and pulled Jiang Yi away, "No, friends should be honest with each other."

"How can you be honest if you wear clothes? If you have the guts, take them off and be honest."

"Sister Jiang, you! Oh!" Shen Puning blushed.

"Why is it that taking off clothes is considered honesty?" Xin Wushuang asked expressionlessly.

Jiang Yi stifled a laugh, "Alright, alright, I have dual spiritual roots of earth and wood, and the one I'm contracted with is... Hua Gu, come out and meet the guests."

Huagu: ()?

"It's actually a Storm Demon! Let me touch it, Sister Xin, you can touch it too. Storm Demons are very rare demonic spirits, and the touch feels so special~"

Baozhu: () Hum~

*
As the class was about to start, the outer disciples came into the lecture hall one after another, found empty seats and sat down to wait for the class to start. The three of them stopped fighting and put their demon spirits back into their demon spirit bags.

Jiang Yi took a few glances and found that they were all new Qi-cultivating cultivators who had joined today. He did not see any outer disciples of the older generation. He thought that they had already learned the basic cultivation courses and did not need to take them again.

When the class started, there were less than a hundred people sitting scattered around the yard.

Jiang Yi saw the silly young man in front of the mountain gate again, staring at her with angry eyes. Jiang Yi shrugged indifferently.

At this time, an ordinary-looking, listless monk in green clothes walked out from the side door of the inner courtyard of the lecture hall. He looked to be nearly thirty years old and was at the initial stage of foundation building.

After reaching the low table under the eaves, the monk in green lifted up his robe and sat down cross-legged, ringing the small bronze bell on the table.

The sound of bells echoed in the lecture hall. The gate closed automatically, the noise gradually died down, and everyone sat upright, not looking around.

The green-robed monk spoke slowly, "My name is He Qiwen, a disciple of the inner sect Huachao Peak. Today I will be giving you a lecture."

Shen Puning couldn't cross her legs, Xin Wushuang sat cross-legged like a statue, Jiang Yi held her waist and twisted her neck, and the cushion had no backrest, making her very uncomfortable.

"Since most of you have reached the late stage of Qi training, today I will focus on the matters that demon masters should pay attention to during the 'cultivation of essence' stage. As everyone knows, demon masters in the Qi training stage rely primarily on demon spirits for self-protection and combat, so the strength of their spiritual awareness is extremely important. In the late stages of Qi training, you should focus on nurturing your true essence and expanding your sea of ​​consciousness..."

He Qiwen's voice was neither fast nor slow, without any ups and downs, giving off a perfunctory feeling as if he was being forced to go to work. What he said was indeed very basic, all well-known essentials of spiritual practice, which made Jiang Yi drowsy.

Xin Wushuang was originally very focused, but after listening for a while, although he was still sitting cross-legged like a statue, his eyes were already unfocused and his mind was wandering.

Shen Puning took out a blank book and a brush, pretending to take notes in class, but actually he was drawing on paper.

After forcing herself to finish the one-hour class, Shen Puning took a quarter-hour break in the middle. She stood up to stretch her muscles and showed her paintings to Xin Wushuang.

It was the image of Jiang Yi sitting crookedly under the tree and practicing with his eyes closed. With just a few strokes of the brush, he made it look so lifelike and artistic, as if the person in the painting was coming alive.

Jiang Yi sat there yawning, too lazy to move.

clang--

When Jiang Yi took a nap, the bronze bell rang. When he opened his eyes, he saw a female cultivator in her twenties in green sitting behind a low table. She had plain features and seemed aloof at first glance, but not intimidating at second glance. She seemed like someone who was easy to get along with.

Shen Puning and Xin Wushuang also sat down nearby, and the lecture hall quickly became quiet.

Jiang Yi looked up and saw a person riding on the tree next to her. The yard was full of people, both sitting and standing. How popular was this female cultivator's class?
"My name is Lin Xiyue, at the initial stage of foundation building, and a direct disciple of Master Luo Heng of Shuangxu Peak. Before I begin, I must once again clarify for all new disciples: a demon tamer cultivates his skills through the use of demons. Ultimately, the goal is to bring immense power to oneself, not to the demon spirits you control."

"So please remember, everyone, at all times, you are the foundation of your cultivation. Strengthening yourself through demonic spirits is paramount. Never put the cart before the horse. And what does it mean to cultivate through the use of demons? This is it!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Xiyue raised her right hand, and the ice crystal shadow turned into feathers, quickly wrapping her right arm into wings. Then, she swept it casually.

In an instant, a strong wind swept through, and the temperature dropped sharply wherever it passed, as if falling into an ice cellar. The entire yard was instantly covered by a layer of crystal clear frost.

The rockery, houses, flowers, fallen leaves, and even the miscellaneous items in the corners were all frozen.

Everyone present was frozen by the extreme cold before they could even scream. Their hair, eyebrows and even eyelashes were covered with frost. Their faces were filled with fear and awe, and the hot air they exhaled condensed into white mist.

The cold air hit Jiang Yi in the face, and the invisible energy around him could only withstand it for three breaths before it broke through. It was like countless ice needles piercing his skin wantonly, and the spiritual energy in his dantian was frozen and could not be mobilized at all.

Even though a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building used most of his strength to restrain his attack, he was still not something a Qi training cultivator could stop.

However, after more than an hour of accumulation, 'Sitting and Lying Like a Mountain' could still withstand three breaths of time. This strength was beyond Jiang Yi's expectations, and it also allowed her to understand the limit of 'Sitting and Lying Like a Mountain'.

There was no need to consider building a foundation, as a head-on fight would be tantamount to seeking death. However, if she encountered a cultivator at the peak of Qi training who attacked with all his strength, she could at least withstand it for three breaths.

Three breaths is three seconds, which is not long, but in the ever-changing battle situation, three breaths are enough for her to take down the opponent's dog head!
Lin Xiyue quickly dispelled the cold wind, and the lecture hall returned to normal. Except for a few people who sat stiffly in place with pale faces, most people were wailing with their heads pressed, their sea of ​​consciousness and bodies injured by the cold wind.

However, Jiang Yi's consciousness was so strong that he was not afraid of pressure. The spiritual energy in his body circulated on its own. Not only was he fine, but his complexion became even more rosy.

Shen Puning has a good physique that is resistant to cold, and although Xin Wushuang's face is pale, he remains motionless and has a strong willpower.

Lin Xiyue saw the three people in the corner, paused slightly, looked at them carefully, then looked away and continued to scan the others. Seeing that there were two young men in the back row who were calm and seemed to be fine, Lin Xiyue thought that this session had some good talents, so she raised her hand and rang the bronze bell.

The sound of the bells dissipated, the pain disappeared, and everyone regained consciousness. When they looked up, they saw a little swallow with frosty feathers and crystal clear feathers appeared on Lin Xiyue's shoulder. What she had just used was the spell of the little swallow, which was activated instantly without the need for hand gestures or accumulation of power.

When a demon tamer reaches the foundation-building stage, he can borrow the magic of demon spirits for his own use. This is the basic operation of a demon tamer.

"It's the Lan Shuiyan," Shen Puning exhaled and rubbed his hands, whispering to Xin Wushuang and Jiang Yi, "a fairly common water-based demon spirit, but Uncle Lin has taken excellent care of it. It might have even awakened a trace of the ancient Ice Phoenix's bloodline. Its current aptitude is at least upper Xuan-level. That move just now was a high-level spell. Uncle Lin only used half his strength at most, otherwise we would have been dead in a single blow."

Jiang Yi raised his eyebrows. Shen Puning's understanding of demons far exceeded that of ordinary people, and he could figure out a lot of information just by observing. He was indeed extraordinary. The third place in the Ascension Conference was definitely not won by luck.

(End of this chapter)