Wild cultivation begins with wielding the Taiyin talisman.

The humanoid monster was thoroughly enraged by Ning Che's actions.

The low growl deep in its throat was no longer a warning, but pure killing intent.

hum-

The roar transformed into an invisible blade, causing the entire Soul Realm space to tremble and distort, even the Bone Forest rustled.

Ning Che's soul felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, but he was prepared.

When the Moon Rabbit Breathing Technique was pushed to its limit, the power of the moonlight condensed into a nearly tangible protective shield on the surface of his soul.

The roar crashed into the shield, creating ripples that flickered and shimmered, but ultimately failed to penetrate it.

Despite the pressure, Ning Che took another step forward.

This time, it was two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

We're closer now.

He could even see that the other person's rusty armor was engraved with complex and obscure ancient runes, each stroke exuding a heavy sense of suppressing all things.

The eight iron chains piercing its body were covered with runes and shimmering with light, locking not only its physical body but also its vast, ocean-like power.

Every struggle it made was a fight against the endless sealing power of the entire broken mountain and the iron chains.

Even so, the aura it exuded still made Ning Che's heart pound.

How terrifying must this thing have been at its peak?

The thought flashed through his mind, but he forcibly extinguished it.

Thinking about these things is useless.

Survive, and then turn its power into your own.

Ning Che stopped and did not go any further.

He could sense that ahead lay the monster's core of power; one more step and he would be in the lightning pool. With his current soul strength, recklessly venturing in would only result in one fate: his soul being annihilated.

Without further hesitation, he sat down cross-legged.

Surrounded by this forest of bones, and under the furious gaze of that humanoid monster, Ning Che continued his cultivation.

He wants to solidify the foundation for this breakthrough here.

He wants to hone his ability to "listen" into an instinct.

He wanted to fight for his right arm and for his future, to earn his first and most crucial asset.

Time loses its meaning here.

Ning Che simply kept breathing in and out.

The pure moonlight power in the ruins of the Moon Palace transformed into a rushing stream, continuously flowing into his soul.

His soul is slowly but steadily solidifying and becoming stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But it's still not enough.

The distant sandstorms were pressing in, bringing a suffocating sense of oppression.

Ning Che suddenly opened his eyes.

Six ears listen to the moon.

The sound of the world instantly changed.

He could hear it from further away.

Beneath the thick white sand, there was a very faint sound of water. It wasn't a flowing river, but more like an underground spring that had been sealed off for thousands of years, its echoes barely audible beneath the heavy sand.

Within the cracks of the ruined palace, lingering spiritual energy remained, locked within by a restriction, emitting a low, buzzing sound.

Under the broken tiles, beside the broken pillars, and deep within the collapsed jade steps, there are these locked "sounds" everywhere.

This is not a dead end.

It was just broken and locked up.

Just then, a very special voice entered Ning Che's ears, as if someone was calling to him across endless time and space.

The source of the sound... was the location of the six-eared white rabbit!

Ning Che focused his mind, about to examine it carefully, when the humanoid monster in the distance began to struggle violently once again.

Splash!

The deafening sound of chains instantly drowned out all other noises.

It seemed to sense something and desperately tried to break free of the seal, rushing towards this place.

At the same time, all six ears of the Six-Eared Rabbit lowered, and an unprecedentedly dazzling light burst forth from its location, instantly engulfing everything Ning Che could see.

Ning Che subconsciously closed his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already back inside the house.

The door was securely bolted, and the windows were tightly shut.

The sky outside was darkening, and the village was quiet and deserted.

On the windowsill, the white sprout still stands in the soil, but the glistening dewdrop at its tip is gone.

Ning Che sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at his right arm.

A sensation that is both itchy and numb is seeping out from between the bones; it doesn't hurt, but it's so light it's irritating.

He reached out his left hand and pinched the skin on his right arm.

no response.

I squeezed it again with more force.

Still no response.

Ning-Che stared at the withered arm for a long time before exhaling.

"At least give me some face."

The right arm naturally ignored him.

The price was right in front of them. The white bud had shrunk a bit, the tips of its leaves had darkened slightly, and its once straight stem had drooped, looking like it had suffered a great loss of vitality.

Ning Che did not collect any more dew.

enough.

If you keep pulling, this little thing might actually perform a death scene right there and then.

He took out the small porcelain bottle that Mr. Qian had given him, carefully sealed the remaining dew, and then dug out the white sprout along with the soil under the windowsill.

The movements were slow, even somewhat clumsy.

The soil must not be scattered, and the roots must not be damaged.

This thing has a mysterious origin; it can lead him into the Moon Palace Soul Realm and even make the remaining life force in his crippled right arm react. It is extremely precious.

Now that he has established himself in Feihu City, he can also benefit from the medicine warehouse. Old Qian is knowledgeable and experienced; even if he doesn't recognize the tree species, he can at least give some pointers on how to care for it.

As soon as Bai Tu left the windowsill, the light in the room seemed to dim for a moment.

Ning Che paused in his movements.

The Six Ears Listening to the Moon operate instantly.

A very faint sound came from below the windowsill.

Click.

Click.

It wasn't a crack in the wood, nor was it eaten by insects.

Ning Che put Bai Ya down and reached out to lift the wooden board under the windowsill.

A small stone slab was pressing down underneath.

It is grayish-white with badly worn edges and charred marks on the back.

On the front of the stone slab are four crooked symbols.

The strokes are hasty, as if they were drawn at random, but each stroke lands on a strange point. After looking at it for a while, you can vaguely hear the sound of wind in the ruins of the moon palace.

Ning Che stared at the four symbols, his brows furrowing more and more.

He had seen it.

When I first entered the Moon Palace, these were the four characters on the huge plaque hanging in the sky.

The same.

Shi Xiujuan could not have been to the Moon Palace, and neither could the original owner of this body.

Who placed this stone slab here?

I placed it under the windowsill and then carefully weighed it down with the soil from which I planted the white buds.

Is it to nourish this white bud?

Or was it trying to use the scent of the white bud to conceal the existence of this stone fragment?

Ning Che turned the stone over. There were no words on the back, only a few scratches of varying depths, as if they had been scratched by fingernails, or as if something was originally engraved on it and had been forcibly ground off.

Without further thought, he carefully put the stone shard, white soil, and white sprout into his bosom, and without lingering for a moment, he returned home.

He is now entangled in too many karmic debts, and staying here any longer would not be a good thing for these simple and honest villagers.

He left the house silently and sped along the mountain road at a speed far exceeding that of a car in his previous life.

Even so, by the time he rushed back to Feihu City, it was almost dawn.

Zhao He was dozing off, leaning against the door of the medicine warehouse, his head nodding. He was holding a knife.

Ning Che woke up with a start as soon as he landed.

"You're back?"

"Um."

Zhao He's gaze immediately fell on his right arm: "The medicine... has it been found?"

Ning Che raised his right shoulder.

The withered arm hung limply at the bottom.

Zhao He's face fell instantly.

Ning Che said, "It's saved."

Upon hearing this, Zhao He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest: "That's good! That's good! Old Qian said that as long as things don't get worse, there's always a way. Brother Xing, don't think I'm being long-winded, but we can't be reckless about losing an arm."

Ning Che nodded.

Zhao He was taken aback for a moment: "Why are you being so agreeable today?"

"I'm always easy to talk to."

Zhao He glanced sideways at the Crescent Moon Blade at his waist.

Even a knife would probably fall silent upon hearing this.

Old Qian was still awake, reading a thick medical classic by the light of an oil lamp.

He took the porcelain bottle from Ning Che, uncorked it, sniffed it briefly, then dipped a silver needle in and examined it closely under the lamp.

A moment later, he fully opened his eyes, which were always half-open, and a glint of light flashed in them.

"The Emperor's Dew".

Ning Che did not deny it.

Old Qian didn't ask where it came from, but simply pushed the porcelain bottle back, saying in a calm tone: "The vitality is pure enough, but the yin energy is too heavy. You can use it because your cultivation method is compatible. If someone else took it, at best they would fall seriously ill, and at worst the yin energy would seep into their bones, and even a god couldn't save them."

He pointed to the porcelain bottle.

"One drop daily for nourishment, not more. As for the regeneration of flesh and blood, at least one yang-attribute elixir is needed to harmonize yin and yang."

Where can I find it?

Upon hearing this, Mr. Qian smiled, a smile that carried a hint of world-weariness.

"A place with money."

Ning Che understood.

This answer is simple, blunt, and hurtful.

From that day on, Ning Che never left Feihu City again.

He spends his days helping out in the medicine warehouse, organizing medicinal herbs, and learning about pharmacology in the process.

At night, he diligently practiced the Kalpa Bright Frost Flower Technique and the Moon Rabbit Breathing Method.

Listening to the moon with six ears does not consume blood and energy, but it is extremely taxing on the mind and spirit.

At first, he could only maintain it for a short ten breaths.

But within those ten breaths, the entire medicine warehouse transformed into another world in his ears. He could clearly "hear" which medicine in which cabinet had not yet completely lost its spiritual essence, and which dried grass still contained undying insect eggs hidden in its roots.

After discovering this, Qian remained silent for a long time.

The next day, Ning Che was given all the task of sorting and screening the medicinal herbs in the medicine warehouse.

Zhao He, feeling indignant on his behalf, lowered his voice and said, "Brother Xing, Old Qian is really ordering you around too much. Does he really think you're a human medicine sieve? Working non-stop like crazy."

Ning Che was closing his eyes, carefully picking out a few remaining medicinal roots from a pile of seemingly ordinary dregs.

He didn't even look up.

Wages are paid daily.

Zhao He immediately straightened his back and coughed lightly, "Ahem, what I mean is, Old Qian truly has a keen eye, able to discover a talent like you, Brother Xing! This is giving you an opportunity to gain experience!"

Ning Che ignored him and carefully sorted out the selected medicinal herbs.

The wages are minor; the key is the opportunity to come into contact with more medicinal herbs and become familiar with their "sounds".

On this day, a new batch of goods arrived at the medicine warehouse.

As usual, Ning Che sorted the items. Under the influence of his six ears, countless subtle sounds intertwined in his mind, forming a three-dimensional picture.

Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing.

Amidst the chaotic "noise" of medicinal herbs, he heard a completely different sound.

The sound didn't belong to any plant or tree; instead, it was like a red-hot branding iron, full of scorching, domineering "yang" energy.

It was sealed in an inconspicuous iron box with layers of restrictions, hidden at the bottom of a box of ordinary medicinal herbs.

Even so, that power still stubbornly seeped out, and in his ears, it was like a miniature sun, radiating light and heat that could not be ignored.

Ning Che's breath hitched slightly.

Time flies.

Lin Ye would come to Ning Che to practice every few days.

The first time, he unleashed all eight of his blood qi, but was forced back by Ning Che's two strikes.

The second time, he changed his move in advance and held out until the fifth strike.

The third time, he was smarter. Before starting the fight, he asked, "Do you want to listen to that 'Yue' thing today?"

Ning Che said, "No need."

Lin Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he was slapped on the back and forced to fall into the herb garden.

Zhao He commented from the side, "Squad Leader, is the soil loose or not?"

Lin Ye raised his head from the mud: "Shut up! I was luring them in!"

Ning Che sheathed his sword: "You've gone quite deep."

Lin Ye struggled for a long time but couldn't come up with a rebuttal.

During this period of stability, Ning Che's blood and energy did not surge.

But the foundation is becoming more and more stable.

After mastering the Moon Rabbit Breathing Technique to the second level, he was able to draw a wisp of lunar yin energy into his body at night to cleanse his internal organs.

The progress of cultivating the "Celestial Frost Flower Technique" also accelerated.

The Frost Essence True Qi circulates in the meridians, gradually transforming from a single thread into a thin stream.

The dantian has not yet been opened.

But Ning Che could already feel a hollow orifice below his navel.

Whenever true energy reaches that place, it will be gently drawn in.

Like a door that hasn't been opened yet.

Mr. Qian said that this is a good thing.

"If the door is there, it can be opened. The problem is not being able to find the door."

Ning Che asked, "How do I open it?"

Old Qian pointed to the stone mill outside the medicine warehouse.

"Constant dripping wears away a stone, or you smash it with a hammer. The former is steady, the latter is fast. In your situation, it's best not to smash it."

Ning Che nodded.

He understands.

With his severed arm still unhealed and his spirit having wandered off multiple times, his body could not withstand any further disruption.

Be more cautious.

It's at least stable enough to take someone down.

Half a month later, two leaves sprouted from the white bud on the windowsill.

The leaves are small and silvery-white.

Every night, it condenses into a drop of imperial nectar.

Ning Che only took one-third.

The rest is left to flow back to the root.

This plant might be the most stable link between him and the Moon Palace.

It cannot be interrupted.

Seven more days passed.

When Ning finished his practice that night, his internal energy suddenly sank down on its own.

The cavity below the navel trembled.

He opened his eyes and heard a gurgling sound inside his body.

It is not an external object heard by the Moon Listening Technique.

It was his own vital energy and true qi converging in one place.

This is a sign that the dantian is about to open, but the process of cultivating the dantian using this method will be somewhat different. At that time, an additional tribulation will descend, and if one cannot overcome it, one will die and perish.

But it doesn't explain what the calamity is.

Ning Che didn't rush to break through the barrier. He got up, intending to ask Elder Qian and the others if he could find a protector.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard hurried footsteps outside the courtyard.

Zhao He rushed in, his face still covered in sweat.

"Brother Xing, something's happened."

Ning Che picked up the Crescent Moon Blade.

"explain."

Zhao He took a breath: "The Shi family has arrived outside the city, and they specifically asked for you."

Ning Che was taken aback, somewhat surprised: "They dare to come again?"

"I don't know, you should go and check."

Before Zhao He could finish speaking, Ning Che had already put on his coat and walked out.