Forge your destiny into a sword, slash your soul and ascend to immortality

Chapter 14: The Realm of Hundred Refinements
Along with Jing Qian appeared two pure white silk threads that shot out rapidly.

The power of [Weaving Soul] suddenly burst out, alternately wrapping around the short and stout monk's neck and strangling it tightly.

Then, he bent his body, curled himself up into a ball, stepped on the enemy's back spine with both feet, exerted force with his toes, and his whole body was like a bow filled with strength, stretched with all his strength.

"rise!"

A crisp shout!

The neck was broken and the head flew away, and blood shot up into the sky!
Jing Qian mobilized his meager magic power and evenly applied it to his bones, muscles and tendons. He burst out with an extremely strong force, pulled the silk thread hard, and cut off the short and stout monk's head!

At this time, he still had his feet on the opponent's back, his body stretched straight, forming a strange right angle with the headless body.

Before the blood rain could fall from the sky, he escaped into the void and disappeared again!

The power of [Sumeru] is activated, and Jing Qian returns to the safe zone!

This set of small combos of the power of [Fate] has been rehearsed in his mind countless times.

Once it was used, it worked just as he expected!

Since he brought the two generals Heng and Ha into the space of the life monument, this was the first time he truly killed an enemy completely!

The largest plume of white smoke ever seen rose from the corpse of the short and stout monk and rushed towards him.

He enjoyed his spoils peacefully, and for a moment, the space fell into silence again.

……

"[Life Points: 2.45]!"

"[Life Points: 2.73]!"

The surge in [Life Essence] once again plunged Jing Qian into a state of climax and excitement.

At the same time, in the real world, within his empty body, there was innate vital energy transformed from [Life Essence], which was generated from the Niwan Palace and spread from top to bottom, filling his small body in a blink of an eye.

Nourished by this pure vital energy, all his fatigue, pain, and overdraft were quickly healed.

The vital energy was so huge that it overflowed from his body.

And without the [Green Pearl] to back him up and absorb the excess energy.

This part of vital energy can only drift into the surrounding air and ocean, which is more or less wasted.

……

Within the space, the short and stout monk who had died completely actually crawled up slowly, picked up his head that had fallen to the side, and put it back on his neck, coming back to life again.

However, after experiencing death, even after being resurrected, his aura was greatly diminished and his strength was much weaker.

As one side gains strength while the other loses strength, it will undoubtedly be easier for Jing Qian to attack him again.

For Jing Qian, in this life monument space, every time a new soul is added, the first kill is undoubtedly the most difficult!

And as the number of kills increases, this soul will only become a treasure house that will gradually open up to him, ready for him to pick.

At this moment, Jing Qian was immersed in a new memory and absorbing new knowledge.

This time, the short and stocky monk contributed what he had learned in his life: the eating utensils!

In my memory, a short, stocky young monk and several companions huddled before a dark-skinned monk, as strong as an ox, in front of a massive furnace, listening to his lecture: "You are destined to enter the Dao and embark on the path of cultivation. This is definitely the result of a wrongful death from someone's ancestral grave, bringing disaster upon you."

"However, even though you have successfully been promoted to monks, you should not act like poor people who have suddenly become rich."

"You have entered my [Shedi Zang Temple] and obtained the opportunity of my temple's [Life Fire]. If you cannot contribute, you are not qualified to enjoy the temple's protection and resources."

The black-skinned monk's words were so powerful that every listener felt awe.

"The path of spiritual practice is long and arduous. Without unwavering determination, success is difficult. Our temple does not support idlers. You must prove your worth through concrete actions."

"For us cultivators, we value wealth, companions, Dharma, and land, with wealth being the most important. You come from poor backgrounds, and if you want to truly gain a foothold, you must have a skill that allows you to make a living."

"Inscriptions and talismans, food supplements, and medicine refining are all very expensive and delicate tasks. Even the simplest entry level requires a lot of resources and is a difficult task. It is not something you can afford to consider."

"But this art of forging weapons and casting can be learned by casting ordinary iron weapons. As long as you are willing to put in the effort and work hard, you may actually gain something. It is most suitable for people like you who are so crude."

"From today on, you will all learn to forge weapons with me. If you learn well, not only will you be rewarded with gold, but the temple will also grant you the [Fate] refining method!"

After saying that, the black-skinned monk took out a red-hot metal ingot from the furnace, and swung a sledgehammer in his hand, striking it with a clanging sound that sent sparks flying.

From then on, the short and stout monk officially embarked on the path of learning how to cast tools. He followed behind the monk every day, hammering, rubbing and grinding.

Although his talent was average and his knowledge of the secrets of casting weapons was very poor, he was able to achieve some results with his persistence.

Even after he became an apprentice, the art of weapon casting became his fundamental means of making a living and accumulating resources, and he benefited from it endlessly.

The precious memories Jing Qian had acquired were all the experience in casting that this short and stocky monk had painstakingly accumulated, hammer by hammer, and were also priceless.

After he absorbed these memories, he instantly became a senior blacksmith who had never even touched a hammer.

The magical effect of the Life Monument Space is revealed again!

"Carving inscriptions and symbols, refining medicine with nourishing food, forging weapons and tools, weaving clothes and painting skins—this is the exclusive occupation of cultivators in this world, right?"

"The realm of [Hundred Refinements]? There's something to it!"

Jing Qian muttered to himself while carefully recalling the new memories in his mind. He felt that his understanding of the cultivation system of this world had become more three-dimensional.

A mature cultivation system cannot be separated from the effective use of resources. How to use [life essence] and [life pattern] to transform and process various precious materials is an important part of the cultivation system.

The various professions derived from this will become more and more advanced with the accumulation of time and the inheritance of knowledge.

The four major professions that appeared in memory, namely, engraving characters, refining medicine with food supplements, forging weapons and casting tools, and weaving clothes and painting skins, are the most mainstream professional directions in cultivation.

Almost every cultivator, during the process of cultivation, will try to study a subject in order to digest the materials they have acquired and earn more resources.

However, those who can achieve success are quite rare.

The best in each profession, when their technical level reaches a certain unique level, will be awarded the title of "Hundred Refinements".

Anyone with this title, even if he is a cultivator at the [Destiny] realm, will see his status greatly increased, comparable to that of a [Dragon Elephant].

The lifelong ambition of this short and stocky monk is to one day become a master of the Hundred Refinements.

In his heart, this was more desirable than becoming a [Dragon Elephant] and condensing the Dharmakāya.

(End of this chapter)