This humble Taoist priest, Qianhe, begins his quest for immortality by slaying demons and monsters.

Chapter 25 Flower Spirit's Thoughts, Fifth Level of Qi Refining

Under the night.

When Zhong Bai chanted the Rebirth Mantra again, the remaining souls in the void looked at the lifeless wolf demon on the ground and felt relieved.

Once the last soul was saved by Zhong Bai, a massive amount of demon-slaying points were credited to his account.

[Slay 51 dead souls, gain 510 Demon Exorcism Points]

[Remaining Demon Extermination Points: 560]

The numbers on the demon-slaying panel increased, but Zhong Bai didn't show his usual excitement this time.

This is a site for exorcising demons, bought with the lives of over a hundred people from Zhongjia Village...

"If all the demon-slaying points are put into the Divine Firmament Five Thunder Technique now, it is very likely that I will break through to the fifth level of Qi Refining tonight."

It's only been less than half a month since we came down the mountain...

Having crossed two minor realms in succession, Master, it's not that I don't want to cultivate in seclusion at Maoshan, it's just that using the Demon Extermination skill is more cost-effective!

And in Maoshan.

In the Hall of Law Enforcement, Zhong Bai had been down the mountain for almost half a month. At this moment, Master Qian Yuan sat cross-legged in the hall, but his mind was not as calm as usual when he was cultivating.

"Sigh, it's a little hard to get used to not seeing Zhong Bai all of a sudden..."

Shaking his head, Master Qian Yuan's gaze became deep and he soon fell silent.

Zhongjia Village.

After calming himself down, Zhong Bai decided not to keep the demon-slaying points.

This trip to Ping Mountain is no simple matter; that six-winged centipede is at least a demon soldier.

It is comparable to a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining. As for its specific strength, Zhong Bai could not guess. If the six-winged centipede had reached the late stage of the demon soldier realm, comparable to the eighth or ninth level of Qi Refining, and he was still holding back, wouldn't that be just plain crazy?

Even a lion needs to use its full strength to hunt a rabbit. Don't let yourself, with your demon-slaying panel, fail miserably; that would be truly pathetic.

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In the old village chief's house, the oil lamp was dim.

After burying the old village chief, Zhong Bai let Partridge Whistle and his two siblings rest and spend the night at the old village chief's house.

On the bed, Partridge Whistle sat cross-legged, concentrating and calming himself, while the old foreigner carefully wiped every nook and cranny of the Vajra Umbrella.

As for the Flower Spirit...

The girl's mind was filled with the image of Zhong Bai wielding thunder earlier that day.

He held his head in his hands, sometimes sighing and sometimes giggling nonstop.

Finally, the old foreigner broke the silence.

"Hey junior sister, stop giggling like an idiot. Senior brother and I can see through your little scheme, but... we still have to give you a reality check."

That Daoist Qianhe comes from Maoshan. What kind of place is Maoshan? Junior Sister, you'd better give up on that idea as soon as possible.

The old foreigner's words were ruthless and decisive, cutting through the mess quickly. Though his words were harsh, that was the reality of the matter.

"Second senior brother!"

Hua Lingjiao let out a furious shout. She wasn't stupid; how could she not see the huge gap between herself and Zhong Bai?
If it can't be achieved, can't we still dream about it?
snort!
Partridge Whistle, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them, looking somewhat helpless.

"Second junior brother, we don't need to worry about junior sister's affairs. I believe she can handle it well."

Although Master Qianhe is young, his cultivation is definitely not bad. Although he did not say it outright, one can guess that his identity is not that of an ordinary outer disciple of Maoshan. He is probably a direct disciple!
"Our identities don't match, so thinking about it is useless. However, Master Qianhe is a kind-hearted person. With him accompanying us on this tomb raiding trip to Ping Mountain, our safety shouldn't be a problem."

Partridge Whistle's meaning is both obvious and subtle. How could Old Yangren not understand Hua Ling's special qualities?

He just wanted to tell the old foreigners not to meddle and to let things take their course; Zhong Bai and his group were not to be trifled with!

"Understood, Senior Brother..."

The old foreigner nodded, but a hint of melancholy crept into his expression.

The difference between people can sometimes be so great. What they pursue throughout their lives is nothing more than something easily attainable for Zhong Bai, and it can't even be called the starting point.

Just as Partridge Whistle and his sister were chatting by lamplight, in an open space in the village, Zhong Bai added all his demon-slaying points to the Divine Firmament Five Thunder Technique. A full 560 demon-slaying points were converted into cultivation days, and the terrifying absorption ability reappeared. Spiritual energy surged in from within a ten-mile radius, and Zhong Bai's cultivation, already at the peak of the fourth level of Qi Refining, began to rapidly increase.

In less than a quarter of an hour, he felt the barrier of the fifth level of Qi Refining.

"With more than a year and a half of cultivation time, the effect is truly miraculous!"

His mind was filled with countless emotions, but his body never stopped refining the ever-flowing spiritual energy of heaven and earth into true essence to replenish his dantian.

With a crack, Zhong Bai seemed to hear the sound of the fifth level of Qi Refining breaking.

However, Zhong Bai soon frowned.

After reaching the fifth level of Qi Refining, approximately 400 cultivation days had already been consumed.

As the remaining points were rapidly depleted, the flow of spiritual energy from heaven and earth into the body accelerated.

The surge of spiritual energy was making it difficult for Zhong Bai to breathe, as his meridians and flesh were being eroded by the immense spiritual energy.

Zhong Bai only opened his eyes abruptly after the last 160 demon-slaying points were used up.

Gasping for breath, with traces of blood seeping from his skin and feeling the stinging pain in his meridians, Zhong Bai was also somewhat frightened.

"It seems that after reaching the fifth level of Qi Refining, it will be impossible to use Demon Extermination Points to improve the Divine Firmament Five Thunder Technique without restraint. My physical strength cannot keep up, and my resilience is also insufficient."

"With the influx of spiritual energy from heaven and earth in an instant, my body is already at its limit..."

This is a normal question. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is a good thing, just like pure water.

When a gentle stream flows by, it is a pleasure.

When a raging torrent passes by, it brings disaster!

The solution is equally easy: simply allocate the next Demon Extermination Points to the Shangqing Body Tempering Technique to enhance physical strength.

Once his physical strength catches up, Zhong Bai will be able to continue to improve the Divine Firmament Five Thunder Technique without restraint.

In the end, it just means spending more demon-slaying points...

With this thought in mind, Zhong Bai stopped worrying.

Problems that can be solved with demon-slaying points are minor issues. Right now, it's more practical to circulate your true energy and nourish your internal meridians.

As night quietly faded and the blazing sun arrived, Zhong Bai stood up, gave a slight shake, and his bones cracked and popped incessantly.

When they arrived at the old village chief's house, Partridge Whistle and his two siblings had already finished packing.

"Good morning, Daoist Qianhe!"

Hua Ling greeted them with a joyful smile, her face blooming with a blush like peach blossoms in March, making her both rosy and endearing.

Good morning, Miss Hua Ling.

Hua Ling was like this, and Zhong Bai didn't keep a straight face either. His gentle smile seemed to warm people's hearts, and for a moment, Hua Ling was stunned.

On one side, the old foreigner felt that he shouldn't have been there at all; that sense of powerlessness was like swallowing a dead fly.

"Good morning, Daoist Qianhe!"

Partridge Whistle clasped his hands in greeting, his face bearing the same standard smile—yes, genuine.

"Good morning, Brother Partridge!" After exchanging greetings, Zhong Bai shared his thoughts.

"Brother Partridge, poisonous insects roam Ping Mountain, and the descendants of the six-winged centipede number in the tens of thousands. With just the four of us, I'm afraid..."

It is said that all things in the universe have their counterparts and opposites. Centipedes are afraid of chickens. If one can find an extraordinary rooster to go into the mountains with, the centipede will scatter when the rooster crows.

This would save a lot of trouble.

When Zhong Bai said this, he was being somewhat probing. The Angry Sun Chicken was a valuable creature. According to Zhong Bai's guess, even if the Angry Sun Chicken, which could fight the Six-Winged Centipede, was not a demon soldier, it was probably close to being one.

If such a strange beast could be brought under one's control, the power of the talismans drawn from it in the future would be considerable.

However, Zhong Bai was completely unfamiliar with Ping Mountain, so the arduous task of finding the Angry Sun Chicken had to be entrusted to Partridge Whistle.

Who made Partridge Whistle the main character?
Hehe, well, I'm not trying to suppress Daoist Qianhe, it's just that it's a bit unreasonable. You can't have a small horse pulling a big cart, so improving physical strength is very important.

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