Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 19 Peeling
"Do you really want to learn these magical powers?"

Seeing Lu Yang's excited expression, Wang Bairong was also a little surprised. He couldn't help but say, "Junior brother, the path of immortality always puts realm first. You must distinguish between the primary and the secondary."

In his opinion, Lu Yang had earned so many contribution points at such a young age. If he didn't build a foundation, he would at least have great hope of reaching the Great Perfection of Qi Refining. So why bother practicing those magical powers with huge side effects? Even if his combat power reached the sky, what good would it do? In the end, wouldn't he just be a handful of dust when his life ended?

"Life is short, don't waste it."

At this point, Wang Bairong revealed a sad face: "You are still young and don't understand this truth. Flowers may bloom again, but people are not young anymore."

"You are young and strong now, but what about ten years from now? Twenty years from now?"

"You may feel good about your decision today, but the downsides may only become apparent decades later, and by then, there will be no regrets."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Bairong seemed to be lost in his memories. After a while, he sighed and said, "You don't know, when I was young, I was very successful in the Holy Sect. But I took a wrong step and ended up wasting my life. Every time I think about it, I feel so painful that I wish I were dead."

As he spoke, Wang Bairong's eyes turned red.

Under the influence of alcohol, he simply pulled Lu Yang aside and started talking about his glorious past.

Actually, it’s nothing. It’s just that when I was young, I didn’t understand the importance of the grade of true qi, and I accidentally got a martial art below the seventh grade and started practicing it.

As a result, the quality of his Qi was too low, and he had no hope of building a foundation in his lifetime, and even Qi refining was difficult to complete.

Over the past few decades, half of his body has been buried in the earth, while his former fellow apprentices and the women he admired have all extended their lives and are still young.
How regretful and heartbreaking this must be, but who can start over in life?
"What? I can do it again? Then it's okay."

Seeing that Wang Bairong had passed out drunk, Lu Yang stood up and found the book "The Demon's Blood-Transforming Divine Light" according to Wang Bairong's description.

It is undeniable that this is indeed a magical skill.

Lu Yang exchanged it and said with a serious expression: "Quick, serious side effects, high risk, it has almost all the characteristics of the magic path."

In order to master this magical power, one must first select a magic weapon, then use the magic weapon to peel off one's own skin alive, and then refine it with a secret method. It will take 9981 days to refine a ray of blood-transforming precious light, which will be attached to the magic weapon. Ordinary cultivators will be injured or killed if they touch it.

"At the same time, I will also become a blood shadow that relies on the magic weapon to survive."

"As long as the magic weapon is not damaged, the blood shadow will not die."

"The side effect is that your lifespan is halved. Also, once you transform into a blood shadow, you're no longer a human, but just an empty human form. Therefore, your cultivation level won't improve."

"Okay, it really suits me!"

Lu Yang's eyes lit up and he immediately decided to practice this magical power.

During the practice, he discovered that there was another version of this magical power, which seemed to have been deleted, modified and optimized by a great monk.

"After all, this magical power is indeed extraordinary."

"The revised version no longer requires practitioners to perform blood sacrifices themselves, but instead requires practitioners to perform blood sacrifices on their fellow brothers or descendants."

"This way, you can also cultivate this magical power. However, since the blood shadow created in this way is not the practitioner himself, it is difficult to use it freely, so there is a risk of backlash. But I am different. Whether in this life or the next, the blood shadow will only be myself!"

A few days later, Lu Yang left the library.

In addition, he also paid full price for the "Shenxiao Sword Controlling True Art". After all, this way he could use it openly in the future.

The next day, the "gongfa" was delivered.

"Devil!"

Looking at Yun Miaoqing, who was holding the magic sword tightly around her neck and looking at him with an unyielding expression, Lu Yang suddenly felt as if he was in another world.

But he quickly put it out of his mind. "Sorry, I need the method and experience to refine the sword pill."

"What? How do you know. Um. Wait a minute.!"

The first time is new, the second time is familiar. Relying on his familiarity with Yun Miaoqing, Lu Yang went all out and quickly gained the knowledge and experience he needed from her.

Pulling up his pants, Lu Yang turned and left.

This time, he went to "Wanbao Peak", the mountain corresponding to the outer sect's treasure refining hall, one of the four inner sect peaks. Most of the Holy Sect's magic weapons came from here.

"I want to rent a ground furnace."

When he arrived at the front desk, Lu Yang directly put forward his request. After paying enough contribution points, he was invited into the highest-level furnace room a quarter of an hour later.

After making all the preparations, he took out the materials.

Three ounces of gold essence, three ounces of chalcedony, two ounces of cinnabar, and two ounces of sword energy. Then, he pinched his fingers to draw the raging fire from the center of the earth, and then threw them all into the furnace!
"Although most of the sword balls in Yushu Sword Pavilion are refined by the elders of the sect, that is the right way, so there is no need to worry about someone tampering with it. This is the Chusheng Sect. Instead of relying on the moral level of the weapon refiners, it is better for me to do it myself. At most, I can try a few more times."

A set of materials costs 2000 contribution points.

Lu Yang earned a total of 10,000 contribution points. After deducting the money spent on purchasing magical skills and repaying loans, his entire fortune could only buy the materials for refining three sword pills.

"If you fail three times, try again in your next life!"

With this idea in mind, Lu Yang began to strictly follow the methods and experience he learned from Yun Miaoqing, controlling the earth fire to slowly condense all the materials.

Gold essence melts into chalcedony, and cinnabar combines with sword energy.
Gradually, a pill appeared in Lu Yang's spiritual sense. However, before he could be happy, he saw the pill suddenly tremble in its place.
"Boom!"

Blasted.

A set of materials was scrapped. Lu Yang calmly swept away the debris with a wave of his sleeve, silently summing up his experience and lessons: "My steps should be fine."

"The problem is the last step."

Lu Yang reviewed Yun Miaoqing's memories, and enlightenment gradually emerged in his eyes:
"Refining the sword pill requires the sword and the heart to be in harmony, but I haven't practiced the Divine Sky Sword Controlling Technique for long, so my sword skills are obviously lacking."

In theory, this is a rigid requirement and can only be gradually improved.

However, this is from the perspective of the righteous path. After all, the righteous path emphasizes gradual progress and rarely uses methods that are quick to achieve success and harmful to the harmony of nature.

But the magic path does not talk about these.

"The fusion of sword and heart, in the final analysis, is all about controlling the sword. If so, I will simultaneously practice the Heavenly Demon Blood Transformation Divine Light, and the effect should be the same!"

“It’s even better!”

After all, the Heavenly Demon's Blood-Transforming Divine Light is a sacrifice of one's own body to the treasure. Once it is practiced, it will almost become one with the magic weapon, and the degree of compatibility will certainly far exceed the so-called harmony between sword and heart.

"But if you want to do this, the Ma Fei San prepared in advance cannot be used."

Refining sword pills is a delicate job. If he takes drugs to suppress the pain, causing his reaction to be slow during refining, it is very likely to fail.

So he had to stay awake the whole time.

"As for the path of magic, you have to be a little ruthless to yourself. Otherwise, how can you be called a talent?"

Thinking of this, a hint of cruelty suddenly appeared in Lu Yang's eyes.

After a while, he sat in front of the fire stove, stuffed a piece of rag into his mouth, and waited until the sword ball took shape again, then controlled the sword energy to fall towards himself.
(End of this chapter)