Mang Shusheng's Ink Painting Practice

Chapter 243: The triangular structure is the most stable
"Yiyi, Achou, let's go."

Zhao Yifu called the two kittens to follow him out.

Two kittens, one black and one white.

Sister Yiyi would naturally follow, but Achou... was the kitten that was picked up.

Regardless of whether the proud little cat was willing or not, Zhao Yifu followed the cat group's advice and named it Achou.

It is indeed the ugliest cat in the group.

As for Achou, it didn't want to listen to Zhao Yifu, but its body had already followed him without any command.

There was no way, its body had completely become the shape of those hands and it would not resist at all.

Achou suspected that Zhao Yifu had actually known his identity for a long time, but he just didn't reveal it and acted like a coward.

Zhao Yifu started patrolling again with his two cats.

First, he went around every mermaid in the seventh heaven prison, picked out the newly-born ingredients, and then went to the eighth heaven prison.

The big monsters in the Eight Heavens Prison were very smart. After they were sure that Zhao Yifu was not someone to be trifled with, none of them dared to talk to him. They all stayed where they were and waited for Zhao Yifu's inspection.

Zhao Yifu also took a quick look, then picked out some suitable brambles as firewood and went up to the ninth heaven.

When they reached the Ninth Heaven, he asked the two kittens to stay in the 'stairwell' and not go out, so as not to be accidentally injured by the aura of those powerful beings above.

He first looked at the silent Old Dragon, who didn't even raise his eyelids.

I looked at the headless burly body again, and it still looked like a place that didn't allow strangers to enter.

There was nothing wrong with either of them, or rather, he couldn't see any problem.

Finally he walked towards the pool of blood.

In other words, this pool of blood is the blood demon, the incarnation of the ancient blood ancestor.

Just as he arrived at this point, the dark clouds above his head opened, and Marshal Liu hovered in the air and said, "We've already consumed a lot of its power the previous time, but don't get too close. Just check it from a distance."

Zhao Yifu nodded, and began to explore from a farther place than last time.

It’s not that he was perfunctory, but his soul has improved again!
There are always two shady guys spewing shit in his mind. If he can withstand this kind of mental pollution, he will naturally become stronger!
He thinks his greatest talent is actually this ability to withstand pressure, right?

If you can withstand it, your spirit will grow naturally.

And under his divine sense investigation, he came into contact with the extremely chaotic and evil will, just like last time.

Just like last time, this will attempted to invade his consciousness.

But this time, Zhao Yifu didn't feel any pressure at all.

Well, because his mind is already confused enough!

In other words, he allowed his superficial thoughts to be completely filled with those two voices, which made his brain already full of noise. The invasion of the blood demon's will was not only insignificant, but might even make him doubt the demon's life... What on earth did he invade?

Anyway, Zhao Yifu inspected the restrictions in the blood pool despite the interference of the blood demon's will.

One of the difficult things about this thing is that it spreads out and covers all the restrictions that bind it. If you want to explore it, you must pass through its blood pool, and you must also go through this kind of "mental identification", which is very annoying.

Zhao Yifu completed the inspection under pressure, and then fell into deep thought.

In the sky, Marshal Liu asked, "Brother, how is the situation?"

Zhao Yifu said, "There's no doubt that the Blood Demon is much weaker now than last time."

"But the problem is that after the previous outbreak, the restrictions that bound it have weakened a bit."

"If we can't strengthen the restrictions, it might break free if it attacks us a few more times."

Marshal Liu was speechless for a moment, then asked, "Can you estimate the approximate time?"

Zhao Yifu said, "That depends on how fast it recovers. According to my guess, if I let it charge four more times, this restriction will no longer be able to trap it."

Marshal Liu heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this and said, "Fortunately, it erupts about once every twelve years. The next time it erupts, I won't be around. Let Old Xin handle the problem."

Zhao Yifu asked persistently, "Isn't it possible for the Heavenly Court to make a decision quickly during this period?"

When he asked this, the old dragon, who had originally intended to keep his eyes closed and remain silent, suddenly groaned from his nose: "Hmph!"

Full of deep contempt.

Marshal Liu pretended not to notice and said, "Brother, do you know how many times the Blood Demon has erupted?"

Zhao Yifu was silent for a moment, and he suddenly lost interest in this topic.

Marshal Liu didn't wait for him to ask and answered directly: "This is the seventh time!"

Zhao Yifu didn't react much. At this point, he could guess what had happened without Marshal Liu saying anything more.

If there are any mistakes in the Nine Heavens Prison, there must be a responsible department.

The White Tiger Lord's prison warden is obviously the person directly responsible.

But the White Tiger God probably doesn't think there is anything wrong with this. After all, when the Heavenly Prison was in the hands of Tiansun, everything had been peaceful. If problems arose when it was in his hands, wouldn't it make him seem incompetent?
So we should delay as much as possible.

Even if something goes wrong, they want to drag the other two parties to take the blame.

Zhao Yifu suddenly realized that he had come to the upper three levels of the Heavenly Prison probably for this reason.

At that time, the White Tiger God could completely put the blame for the Blood Demon's escape on him, a temporary worker.

What if the Emperor of Heaven asks about the background of this temporary worker again?

Well then, neither of the two ancestors, Wenheng and Fuyou, can escape.

The Thunder Department is the second responsible department. Correspondingly, they only carry out the punishment of heavenly tribulation and do not care about the issue of detention.

Therefore, when faced with this problem, the people in the Thunder Department actually tried their best to use the resources they could control to settle it or suppress it.

Zhao Yifu even doubted how many times the blood demon had caused chaos in the past and how many of them had actually been reported to Tianshu Palace.

The Tianshu Palace handled the matter in the same way, thinking that even if there were some minor problems, they would not be a big deal with the Thunder Department suppressing them. After all, they also had to consider the White Tiger Lord's face in this matter and could not take it too seriously.

Especially, in Tianshu Palace, a central department that controls almost all the resources of the Heavenly Court, issues that may be a matter of life and death for Zhao Yifu are not a problem at all there.

As problems are reported up the hierarchy, their importance actually decreases layer by layer.

Zhao Yifu even suspected that there were people in Heaven who hoped that there would be some chaos in the Heavenly Prison.

Some people just want to see the world in chaos, some people just want to watch the fun, and some people want to make progress...

We really can't blame some people for just sitting around doing nothing, but the reality is that there are too many people who have the potential but nowhere to use it.

Zhao Yifu now feels more and more that when working in such a bloated and huge organization, it is better to try not to let anything go wrong with the things he is doing.

He made the decision almost without hesitation, and then began to walk towards the pool of blood.

Marshal Liu asked, "Brother, what are you doing?"

"It's dangerous to get any closer."

Zhao Yifu said, "Don't worry, brother. It's very weak now. I also want to try to suppress it with my method."

Marshal Liu wanted to make friends, so he was controlling the thunder in the sky and ready to bombard at any time.

And what about Zhao Yifu?
He walked step by step to the edge of the blood pool, then took out the killing knife and inserted the blade into the blood pool.

Then, the true fire was ignited and the blood sacrifice began!
A whirlpool appeared in the blood pool, and the blood was drawn into the killing knife, continuing to improve the quality of the killing knife, while also bringing in a lot of spiritual pollution.

Because this knife has never been cleaned since it was forged, Zhao Yifu has no psychological burden when operating it this way.

However, he realized that this was not appropriate. After all, the Taixu Forbidden Book had limited ability to withstand a certain amount of damage at a time. If the Killing Blade became too powerful at once, it might suppress the Taixu Forbidden Book, and that would cause an imbalance.

Zhao Yifu suddenly felt that he could introduce a third party to make the mess in his mind more stable.

So, Zhao Yifu, who was well-versed in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, hesitated for a moment and took out the Pure Yang Demon-Subduing Sword of Master Fuyou from his waist.

Also thrown into the pool of blood.

How should I put it? The demon spirit in the Pure Yang Demon Subduing Sword can be said to be the most peaceful one.

Although it was the evil thought that was cut out by Master Fuyou, it was cut out before the master ascended to heaven, so it is still too weak now.

This needs to be strengthened.

Another breath of true fire was spit out, and then the blood sacrifice began again.

Two whirlpools appeared in the blood pool.

Zhao Yifu also used his soul as a bridge to connect the Pure Yang Demon Subduing Sword into his sea of ​​consciousness, and then his mind became even more confused.

It is said to be replaced, but the demon spirit in the Pure Yang Demon Subduing Sword actually has extraordinary intelligence, and it is very dangerous to connect it to the sea of ​​consciousness in this way.

But the problem is, it went crazy before it was connected...

Well, it’s because of the blood sacrifice.

Blood sacrifice seems unable to remove the spiritual characteristics of these bloods, and the spiritual characteristics of this pool of blood are sinister and crazy.

Who understands? The demon spirit in the Pure Yang Demon Subduing Sword was originally born from the spiritual projection of Master Fuyou in the Demon Kingdom, and it symbolizes chaos and madness.

The result was unexpected...

Zhao Yifu felt that it was not crazy enough, so he used blood sacrifice to drive it completely crazy.

So the three crazy consciousnesses started cursing at each other crazily in Zhao Yifu's sea of ​​consciousness, and no one could win, forming a perfect balance.

Zhao Yifu, on the other hand, found peace amidst the noise.

Just like when I’m sleeping at night, the slightest noise outside is very annoying, but during breaks, no matter how noisy it is outside, I can still fall asleep and sleep soundly.

After a while, Zhao Yifu felt that Lu Yang was about to stop scolding him, so he quickly stopped the blood sacrifice and took back the two magic weapons that were both emitting a strange red glow.

He felt the strength of these two magic weapons... well, he couldn't feel it, and he didn't know what their current condition was. After all, he had just arrived in the fairyland and didn't have a clear understanding.

Then there is the blood pool, which has obviously become weaker.

Zhao Yifu's purpose was also very clear. With his mastery of the 'Taixu Soul Locking Ban', it was impossible for him to solve the problem in the Nine Heavens Prison.

All he could do was to continuously weaken the blood pool so that it could never accumulate the strength to erupt again...that was enough.

Now that he was sure that it was feasible, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked up, "Brother, I'm fine here."

Marshal Liu also understood what Zhao Yifu was doing. He shook his head speechlessly and said, "Why do you always resort to such devious methods?" "If these two magic weapons get out of control, it will probably be extremely dangerous for you as well."

Zhao Yifu said, "Let's get through this first. I'll be here for another hundred years. If I don't do this, I'm afraid I won't be able to delay for even a hundred years."

"At worst, once we get out, I can just find a place to seal them up."

Marshal Liu thought it made sense when he heard it. After all, Zhao Yifu had three big bosses behind him. As long as he could leave the Heavenly Prison, how could he be afraid that this little problem could not be solved?
Zhao Yifu rubbed his inexplicably swollen and painful temples, then returned to the stairwell and said, "Let's go. Come back in seven days."

That Ah Chou wanted to say something but stopped himself.

It wanted to remind Zhao Yifu something, but in the end it sighed in a very human way.

Zhao Yifu took a white cat and a black cat head and returned to the small house on the seventh floor without stopping.

In the days that followed, Zhao Yifu continued to practice his skills under the care of the cats.

By the way, he also continued to treat Achou, constantly removing the blood evil deep in his flesh and bones.

Lately, this tsundere white cat has developed a… horrible habit.

It now allowed Zhao Yifu to do whatever he wanted to it, without even the slightest thought of resisting.

However, Zhao Yifu encountered a problem, that is, his cultivation stagnated.

It’s not that he has stopped improving. In fact, he has been improving all the time, and the progress is visible to the naked eye every day.

But this is just a simple accumulation of strength, using the high-density spiritual energy of heaven to fill one's immortal body, that's all.

What he was worried about was that his realm showed no sign of improving at all...

Of course, it was a bit excessive for him to want to improve his realm just after becoming an immortal, but the problem was that this time he could not see any way forward, so he felt a little uneasy.

He even prepared good wine and delicious food to entertain Marshal Liu, hoping to get some answers.

Marshal Liu was enjoying the wine and food, but after hearing his question, he showed a puzzled expression.

He said, "Since your cultivation is still improving, why are you worried about it? It won't be too late to think about this issue when your cultivation can no longer improve."

He paused and said with a rather emotional tone, "You probably don't know how enviable it is to be able to continuously improve your cultivation like you in the Heavenly Court."

Zhao Yifu asked in surprise: "Why is this?"

Marshal Liu asked, "Do you know my origins?"

Zhao Yifu shook his head.

Marshal Liu said, "I am... that's all. It's all in the past, so let's not talk about it. You just need to know that I was originally an ordinary person. It was only because I did a lot for the people that they loved me and after my death, they elevated me to the righteous god of thunder."

"Because the gods were enshrined through incense offerings, the reconstruction of the divine body in heaven depends entirely on the abundance of incense offerings."

"Therefore, my cultivation level has been fixed from the beginning. No matter how hard I try, I cannot improve it. It is determined solely by my divine position and priesthood."

Zhao Yifu was shocked when he heard this. He asked, "What about those who ascended from the lower realm?"

Marshal Liu said: "The most typical person who ascended from the lower realm is actually Miaodao Tianzun."

"His strength increased rapidly after his ascension, just like yours."

"Plus, he left behind many legends in the mortal world, which made it easy for him to ascend to a high position in heaven."

"That's someone who's truly capable. In fact, if you have any questions, you can definitely ask Miao Dao Tian Zun. That would be much more helpful than asking me, an old man who hasn't made any progress in thousands of years."

After hearing this, Zhao Yifu finally felt relieved.

In fact, not only Master Fuyou, but also Emperor Dongyue can be consulted.

As for Master Wenheng... well, if he wants to learn the art of fighting, he will definitely look for this master.

Zhao Yifu said with some understanding: "I understand, but I'm new here and don't understand anything yet. Could you please tell me what kind of immortal realms there are in this heaven?"

Marshal Liu said readily after hearing this: "This is easy. Just listen to me."

"This supreme being is naturally the Heavenly Emperor, and beneath him are the Four Imperial Gods, the Five Elders of the Five Directions, and other gods who assist him in governing the Three Realms."

"Then there are people like us who have functions, controlling and assisting the operation of the heavenly way."

"Then come the officials and gods appointed by the Heavenly Court, as well as the immortals who have attained enlightenment."

Zhao Yifu found this strange. He said, "If that's the case, wouldn't my Master Fuyou and Master Wenheng both be fourth-class immortals? And my brother and Emperor Dongyue both be third-class immortals?"

Marshal Liu said, "That's true from the perspective of Heavenly Court rank. But you can't use that to categorize strength."

"Just like your ancestor Wen Heng, also known as the Demon Subduing Emperor."

"Although he is a fourth-class immortal, due to his strong worship in the human world and his unparalleled martial arts, his true strength is comparable to that of our Thunder Ancestor. He is highly respected in the Heavenly Court. The Four Emperors and the Five Elders dare not take him lightly."

"And your Master Fuyou, also known as Miaodao Tianzun, is a third-class immortal god in terms of his status. He controls the first ray of yang energy in heaven and earth, and is extremely important."

"Tian Sun's position as Dongyue is even more important, almost on par with the Five Elders."

"And a Thunder God like me is completely incomparable to these three."

Zhao Yifu understood that the status given by the Heavenly Court was one thing, but the actual superiority or inferiority still depended on the strength.

Or maybe the Heavenly Court simply divided the gods and immortals according to their roles, without taking their strength into consideration?
Zhao Yifu asked again: "How are the realms above the immortal realm divided?"

Marshal Liu said, "Heavenly Immortal, Golden Immortal, Daluo Immortal, that's roughly what it is."

"Although each realm in the heavens is vastly different and requires a long period of accumulation to advance, there are actually many secret techniques and methods that can completely enable combat across realms."

"With a suitable magic weapon, it is common for a celestial immortal to defeat a golden immortal."

"Or perhaps someone with a natural talent for fighting could even be a Golden Immortal, not afraid of a Daluo Immortal."

Marshal Liu spoke with conviction, as if he had seen that scene himself.

After listening to this, Zhao Yifu roughly understood that the realm of cultivation in the heavenly realm is actually the same as the position in the heavenly court, and is basically in a very rigid state.

It seems that there are very few people who can make great progress and break through the realm. Why is this?
Zhao Yifu was a little confused, but considering that he would be able to contact his own ancestor Fuyou in a hundred years, he would definitely be able to get many answers at that time.

Compared to Marshal Liu, I think the master knows more.

And he now also knew that his cultivation level at this time was obviously still at the most ordinary immortal realm.

As for the next level of celestial immortality, no one knows how much more accumulation is needed to reach it.

In this way, time flies, and before we know it, another year has passed.

On the day the Aurora Fairy was supposed to come, no one showed up. Zhao Yifu waited for a while, then picked up Ah Chou, whose white fur stood up, and rubbed him while muttering, "It looks like no one will come anymore. I just wonder who will come to take me out after the hundred years are up?"

It was rare that Ah Chou wanted to escape from his hands, but unfortunately its body had no intention of moving at all and had already "melted" in Zhao Yifu's hands.

Zhao Yifu didn't go to see Ah Chou. Instead, he paid attention to the cultivation of his cats. He said, "Since we are all here, let's cultivate well in the next hundred years."

"This opportunity is rare. Strive to reach the immortal realm... Oh, you should be called 'immortal monsters'."

From then on, he began to pay more attention to the cats' cultivation status.

Only then did he realize how useful the Pure Yang Alchemy he had learned was in this regard.

He can find solutions to any problems the cats encounter during their practice.

Coupled with the sirens of the seventh heaven who provided an endless supply of food filled with spiritual energy, their realm improved rapidly.

It doesn’t matter even if some cats are stuck in their realm. Zhao Yifu can just hold them and go through the thunder tribulation.

He blocked a large part of it himself, and let the cats block some of it to the extreme.

After getting through it, it won’t take long to break through the bottleneck.

Because thunder tribulation contains tribulation energy, and tribulation energy is actually a kind of cleansing for the body, which can help practitioners wash away impurities and become extraordinary.

Zhao Yifu was using the most troublesome method to help these kittens adapt to the thunder tribulation little by little, and then survive it.

Patriarch Wenheng was right. This Heavenly Prison was indeed a very suitable place for cultivation, as long as the correct method was found.

Achou was also fortunate enough to receive this treatment.

Of course, it itself is not afraid of thunder tribulation, but being struck by thunder can speed up the removal of the blood evil in its body.

……

Year after year passed like this.

This day was the eleventh year since Zhao Yifu entered the Heavenly Prison. Marshal Liu said goodbye to Zhao Yifu: "My friend, I am leaving soon. Old Xin will take over next."

Zhao Yifu nodded and said, "Have a safe trip, brother. I'll come and have a drink with you when I get out of the Heavenly Prison."

Marshal Liu nodded cheerfully and said, "Okay, okay."

The prison officials in the Ministry of Thunder rotate every three hundred years, which can be considered a tough job.

Therefore, when Marshal Liu saw someone coming out of the West Heaven Gate, he couldn't wait to say goodbye and leave.

Wouldn't it be much more fun to chop those cute little creatures in the mortal world after your shift? Why bother chopping these big, tough and ferocious monsters in the heavenly prison?

Marshal Xin, who came to replace Marshal Liu, was a burly general with a goatee hanging down his chest. He greeted Marshal Liu from a distance.

"Old Liu, is everything peaceful in this Heavenly Prison?"

Marshal Liu shook his head and said, "It's not peaceful. This isn't the same as when the Grandson of Heaven was here. You also have to be careful of the blood demon; it's causing a lot of trouble."

Marshal Xin's heart trembled upon hearing this, and then he sighed, "I've read your report, too. You've managed to make it through, but now you want me, Old Xin, to take the blame."

Marshal Liu sighed and said, "Actually, I just happened to meet a very interesting little brother. Thanks to him, I was able to make it through. Otherwise, Old Xin, you would be here to clean up the mess."

Marshal Xin asked in surprise, "Oh? Who is that?"

Marshal Liu laughed and said, "Don't ask me. That person is actually an acquaintance of yours, Old Xin. It's thanks to your kindness that I was able to connect with him."

Marshal Xin was surprised, but seeing that Marshal Liu was unwilling to say more or ask more questions, he immediately went to his "workstation".

Anyway, I will be able to see the 'little brother' that Lao Liu mentioned soon.

When Marshal Xin arrived at his workstation and looked down at the nine-tiered platform at the top of the Heavenly Prison, he saw a man standing in the open space in front of the blood pool, bowing to him from a distance.

How polite.

This was Marshal Xin’s first impression.

(End of this chapter)