Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 34 Deduction: If Jiazi does not fly, it will soar to the sky.
At the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), it was still dark.

Liu Sheng untied the jade-like arms wrapped around his body, got up, and went out the door.

Upon reaching the woods behind the village, he took up his heavy sword and stood on the Black Tiger Stake.

In an instant, the sounds of breathing, the slicing of blades, and the trembling of muscles mingled and echoed rhythmically through the forest.

Last night, he carefully studied the Qi and Blood chapter of the first volume of the Black Tiger Zen Sutra, gaining a holistic and profound understanding of the entire Qi and Blood Realm cultivation.

After mastering the flow of qi and blood, a martial artist must further strengthen it until it fills the entire body, which is the mark of mastery.

If one goes a step further, filling the entire body, reaching the top of the head, and circulating through the extremities and bones, then one can be considered to have achieved perfection.

A martial artist with perfected Qi and blood possesses the strength of a thousand jin (approximately 500 kg), can draw a five-stone bow and fire in rapid succession, is as fast as a galloping horse, can tear apart tigers and leopards with their bare hands, has tough skin and hard bones, and can survive being wounded by a barrage of arrows at close range...

It has reached the limits of human capability.

call!
suck!
He drew his knife and cleaved through the wind, his breathing three short breaths followed by one long one, his toes gripping the ground, his heels dangling, his spine heaving, his jaw muscles taut, and the skin on his forehead contracting...

The character "王" (king) pattern appears.

In a daze, it seemed as if a ferocious tiger stood up, moving about and pushing its knife, with a stench wafting towards me.

As time passed, he felt his bones burning and itching, with wisps of heat emanating from them, flowing through his limbs and bones, and then settling in his chest and abdomen…

The blood and qi fill a small portion of the torso.

Overnight, his qi and blood surged tenfold, thanks in no small part to the century-old Vermilion Fruit left by his master.

Moreover, less than 30% of the medicinal power has been absorbed; the remainder is still present in his limbs and bones, enough for him to cultivate until his Qi and blood reach perfection.

Of course, the ability to refine it so quickly is largely due to the blessing of the innate "tiger bone" talent.

He is now practicing the "Black Tiger Rending Wind Blade" as if divinely aided, as if he had suddenly attained enlightenment and completely mastered the essence of this martial art.

Previously, it would take him three to five days of arduous practice to increase even a trace of his vital energy; now, he can do it in just half an hour of standing meditation…

Efficiency has increased by more than tenfold!
Moreover, this talent comes with a hint of tiger-like ferocity, giving him special effects when he uses martial arts.

With a single, powerful slash, the blade exudes a fierce and menacing aura, its power multiplied several times over!
Using tiger bones to practice tiger-style martial arts is a match made in heaven, an absolute perfect fit.

Two hours later.

He abruptly sheathed his long sword, smoke billowing from his head, sweat pouring down his face, and a rumbling sound emanating from his chest and abdomen, like the roar of a ferocious tiger…

The momentum is terrifying!

"Cool!"

Liu Sheng wiped away his sweat, feeling as if he had just taken a hot bath; his skin was red and hot, and he was full of energy.

The body's Qi and blood have increased even more; at the current rate, in another eight or nine days, they will fill the entire torso...

Qi and blood are fully developed!

At that time, he will be able to refine another incarnation.

Name: Liu Sheng
[Dao Fruit]: Seventy-two Transformations
[Talent]: Sparrow Eyes, Born Swordsman, Serpentine Form, Copper Skin and Iron Bones, Poison Devouring, Tiger Bones, Tiger Roar, Tiger Ferocity

[Cultivation Level]: Qi and Blood Realm (Minor Success)

[Avatar]: Blade-tailed Azure Sparrow (can be incorporated into spiritual essence deduction), Azure-scaled Serpent, Striped Giant Tiger
[Spiritual Essence]: 1723
……

Liu Sheng looked at the four-digit amount of spiritual points, rubbed his hands together, and was somewhat excited.

We've never been this rich!
Even though he got itchy fingers last night and lost two games, wasting dozens of points, he didn't take it to heart.

That's how awesome we are right now!
Thank you, Mr. and son Tong!

Thank you, Master!

"The Azure-Scaled Serpent and the Giant Striped Tiger will be promoted to demons next time, and the estimated timeframe is... in the hundreds of years."

Moreover, since it's impossible to deduce it now, he decided to first upgrade "Knife-Tailed Bluebird" to a spirit.

This incarnation was his first incarnation, which helped him overcome his initial difficulties, and they shared a special and deep bond.

He always wondered how high and how far this ordinary titmouse could ultimately fly…

Will it be able to see the vast sky and earth in its heart?

Let's review the last deduction of this incarnation—

An ordinary titmouse, harboring lofty ambitions, flew out of its home and braved life-or-death situations in unfamiliar territory, ultimately snatching a jujube from the jaws of a tiger…

Advancement to a different species, Blade-tailed Bluebird.

Judging from the experiences of the Azure-Scaled Serpent and the Striped Giant Tiger, it seems that for a different species to become a spirit, it needs rare and precious materials.

and so--

"Invest 100 points of spiritual energy to deduce the Blade-Tailed Azure Sparrow!"

In the fifth year, you turned back, slaying eagles, wolves, snakes, and cats along the way, all for revenge.

In the sixth year, you returned to your hometown, the woodland where you were born. The grass and trees remained the same, but the familiar swallows and sparrows...

They're all gone.

Only one joke circulated among the birds:

A little sparrow, wanting to emulate a swan, flew far away, only to die in a foreign land.

You, the little sparrow used to educate new students—

A sparrow should behave like a sparrow; the distant horizon is the horizon for the swan.

In the seventh year, you left your unfamiliar hometown.

You know that once you leave, you'll never come back, so...

Before you left, you killed all the jackals, snakes, and cats within a ten-mile radius.

This is the last thing you do for the flock of birds.

That year, the number of birds doubled.

Meanwhile, the little sparrow that chases after the swan is still criticized by the older sparrows, a criticism passed down from generation to generation...

[In the eighth year, you wandered aimlessly, flying about everywhere.]...

In the tenth year, you see a bald oriole being targeted by a lynx, struggling to hide on a branch.

You vaguely felt that it was somewhat familiar, so you killed the lynx and saved it.

You became friends with it and learned many interesting things from it.

For example, six thousand miles to the north, there is a mountain called Mangshan, where a white eagle lives, and many exotic birds flock to it.

It was followed by hundreds of birds wherever it went, a truly majestic sight.

In the eleventh year, the bald oriole died of old age.

You buried it, then flew north to Mangshan Mountain, where you finally saw the white eagle as you had hoped…

It's as big as a calf, and it's practically a demon!

It glanced at you, then spread its wings and swooped down, sneering:
"Another head of good fertilizer has arrived!"

You were captured by it, taken to the cliff top and torn to pieces, your essence and blood falling into the cracks of the rocks, nourishing a seven-colored spiritual herb.

[You are dead. 89 points of spiritual energy will be refunded.]

……

Convex!
That rumor is a trap!

But it also means that an opportunity for promotion has been discovered!
That plant growing on the cliff top...

Seven-Colored Spirit Herb!

Liu Sheng licked his lips, his eyes shining.

With just 11 points of spiritual energy, I found the opportunity to advance—it was totally worth it.

Next, we wait for that spiritual herb to mature…

Then you can lure the white eagle away or kill it.

continue!

[Fifth year...]

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[Fifth year...]

...

...

An hour later.

After five consecutive failures and wasting over three hundred points of spiritual energy, Liu Sheng finally found a glimmer of hope and deduced the most crucial moment—

In the sixty-fifth year, you hid in a ditch at the bottom of a cliff, your whole body covered in mud.

The mud crust is heavy and smelly, but it can mask the odor.

You have been lying in wait here for fifty-two years, and you have almost forgotten what it feels like to fly.

All this was to wait for the spiritual herb atop the cliff to mature.

...

In the seventy-first year, the spiritual herb on the cliff top bore fruit.

The aroma attracted hundreds of strange creatures and spirits.

Many of them were attracted by the information you released.

White Eagle was furious, but he couldn't back down because...

This miraculous herb, cultivated for nearly a century, is about to be successfully grown.

Therefore, it could only fight one monster and alien species after another.

Shedding feathers, injured, lying on the cliff top, barely clinging to life, just like a rooster with its feathers shed.

You stand by indifferently, silently enduring.

In the seventy-second year, White Eagle is still alive!

Its previous prolonged existence was a deliberate act!

As expected of a great spirit, it has awakened its bloodline, possesses outstanding wisdom, and has superb combat power.

In the past two years, most of the spirits and monsters have died under its claws, becoming fertilizer for the growth of the seven-colored spirit grass.

But it was truly injured.

In the seventy-third year, the fruit of the spirit herb was almost ripe.

The fragrance wafted for dozens of miles, attracting monsters and strange creatures to riot.

A large, monstrous black crane flew in and engaged in a fierce battle with the white eagle.

Plants and trees were broken, mountains collapsed, and blood was spilled on the cliffs.

In the end, the white eagle killed the black crane, shocking all the spirits and monsters.

The fruit is ripe.

Despite its numerous wounds, the white eagle let out a long cry, celebrating its victory.

Little did they know, a bluebird had been hiding in the ditch at the bottom of the cliff for sixty years, all for…

this moment!
You shattered the mud shell on your body, transforming into a stream of light that soared straight into the azure sky...

Successfully snatched the Rainbow Fruit!
Sixty years of waiting, sixty years of hardship, sixty years of accumulation—

All for this one charge!
Jiazi does not fly,

If it flies, it will soar to the heavens!

(End of this chapter)