Cultivation: I can see the proficiency level

The maple trees had already spread their green leaves, turning the maple forest into a verdant green, and the huge, fallen ancient maple tree was also covered with a thick layer of green moss.

Even standing outside the giant maple tree, one could hear the sound of immense pain emanating from within.

Hou Cheng rolled on the ground, his clothes soaked with sweat, his face covered in bruises, his eyes bulging, and his mouth filled with agonizing howls.

The White-Browed Old Mother held a cup of spiritual tea, gently blowing away the steam, completely ignoring the writhing and wailing Hou Cheng.

The Heart-Eating Gu flared up for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and Hou Cheng still hadn't begged for mercy. Only then did the White-Browed Old Mother put down her teacup and pick up the bounty poster beside her.

"This madman who has repeatedly killed cultivators of the Lü family has prompted the Lü family to issue a bounty for his capture all over the mountains. How dare you send your mother to arrest him? Does your disciple intend to harm his master?" She looked at the pained Hou Cheng.

Fortunately, his mother was blessed. Although she sent someone to Songlintan, she could not find him. If they had become enemies back then, he would be a big problem now.

Hou Cheng threatened her with his cultivation progress, demanding that she help him take revenge.

Such behavior is tantamount to putting one's elderly mother on the fire.

Seizing the furnace, making blood pills, refining Gu worms—the old mother committed countless evil deeds, yet she remained clear-headed. The more ruthless and unscrupulous a person is like her, the clearer it is that even if such a person cannot be a friend, they should not be an enemy.

If the opponent can kill a mid-stage weapon refiner from the Lü family, they can kill her too.

"Old turtledove, are you scared?" Hou Cheng scratched the floorboards carved by Gu Feng with both hands, leaving bloody marks. His words were full of determination, and he called the other party an old turtledove.

The old woman with white eyebrows looked gloomy as she cried out.

Seeing Hou Cheng's nonchalant attitude, she tapped the table beside her and increased the biting force of the Heart-Eating Gu.

The screams gradually subsided, and Hou Cheng was seen lying on the ground, his body convulsing.

afraid?

What does a child know? Mother is being cautious and prudent!

"Second brother, third brother, go down the mountain and find the Lü family. Tell them that the person they have a bounty on has a deadly enemy in my hands. I am willing to make a deal with the Lü family in exchange for a third or fourth-rate earth elemental spirit body," said the White-Browed Old Mother.

Few can withstand the excruciating pain inflicted by the Heart-Eating Gu. Although Hou Cheng was determined to avenge his mother's death, he could not bear the intense pain and revealed a great deal of information.

For example, he dug up Cangsongzi's grave and took his head with him.

Although the old mother was not a good person, she still despised such behavior. Cultivators have short lives, and most of them are reduced to ashes. It is not easy for them to be buried in peace, and it is already considered that God has blessed them.

Those who dig up graves and tombs will not have a good death.

For months, Hou Cheng had been constantly threatening and harming himself, gradually becoming more and more demanding. She had long since run out of patience. This time, a flash of inspiration struck her: why not cripple his cultivation and send him to the Lü family to exchange for a new spiritual body, which would also be useful?

Since they're all just vessels anyway, it's better to choose one that's more obedient.

"First, find the severed head in his storage bag, put it in a box, and deliver it to me," the White-Browed Mother said again. "Once the Lü family has given their reply, then we will abolish their cultivation and send them away."

And leave the head behind. If Lady Lü comes to claim it first, give it to Lady Lü; if Wang Mian comes to claim it first, give it to Wang Mian. In this way, the old mother can accept a favor.

The two cultivators, both at the fourth level of Qi Refining, responded in unison.

Upon hearing that his cultivation would be abolished, Hou Cheng stopped cursing. He understood that the White-Browed Old Mother did not want to offend Wang Mian, and even the head of Cang Songzi had to be carefully arranged.

"Oh, heavens, why have you treated me so poorly?" Hou Cheng was puzzled and resentful.

He couldn't understand why Wang Mian's cultivation had progressed so quickly, reaching the fourth level of Qi Refining, and now he could rival the cultivators of the Lu clan of the Immortal Race; what he was unwilling to accept was that he felt his chances of revenge were becoming increasingly slim.

"Digging up graves is the height of shamelessness. If we don't treat you badly, are we going to treat others badly?" the cultivator who dragged Hou Cheng away mocked.

When cultivators become enemies, they may fight, poison, or curse each other, but they must never desecrate someone's grave or desecrate their corpse. This is a consensus and a rule.

The two also looked down on Hou Cheng's grave-digging behavior.

I despise it!

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Wang Mian ventured into the Dao Mao Dian on the east side of Ji Tou Shan. It was a stretch of thatched forest that extended for several miles. Because it was a barren place with little spiritual energy, few cultivators passed through it.

He built a hut, which was covered by tall, lush thatch grass, so tall that even from the sky, it was difficult to see much of it.

After leaving the market, Wang Mian came here, intending to cultivate himself here for a period of time.

Not far from the thatched hut was a huge stream. Wang Mian, who needed to expend excess magic power, would often stand on the stream, his sword energy cleaving through the water and shattering the rocks at the bottom.

The sword's energy can cut through water, but the water will flow on, leaving no trace.

With plenty of spirit stones and materials for drawing talismans, and with his magic urgently needing improvement, Wang Mian focused on his cultivation. He felt that the days and nights were changing rapidly, and that time was passing by in a flash. He only regretted that time was too short.

Since arriving in Daomaodian, Bai Jiuniang would always hunt some wild game to add meat dishes to Wang Mian's diet. Fish from the river, rabbits on the ground, and birds in the sky had all fallen into her clutches.

It can often be seen washing clothes by the stream.

When Wang Mian was cultivating, it would stand guard by his side until he finished. If it wasn't busy, it would take elixirs and consume the essence of the sun and moon.

When Wang Mian was about to draw a talisman, it would brew some spiritual tea, light some calming incense, and quietly watch from the side. Whenever it saw the talisman paper burn after a failed attempt, it would feel sorry for the spirit stones wasted. If it saw the talisman drawn successfully, it would be delighted to see the spirit stones increase and would wag its tail vigorously.

With no need to wash clothes, cook meals, brew spiritual tea, or burn spiritual incense, Wang Mian, free from all trivial matters, could devote himself entirely to cultivation.

He cultivated his magical power, practiced spells, and drew talismans, filling his daily schedule to the brim. This place was deserted, and no cultivators came to disturb him.

The journey of cultivation is long and peaceful, and Wang Mian cherishes this tranquil time of cultivation. He is addicted to the feeling of gaining something every day.

Day after day, he diligently cultivated without ceasing, unaware of the passage of time. Summer quietly caught up with the spring breeze. Under such focused cultivation, two months passed in the blink of an eye, and summer quietly arrived.

Retracting the two streams of purple and blue light into his hands, Wang Mian closed his eyes and concentrated, seeing the golden seal in his mind glowing:

[Low-grade Qi Refining Method: Diligently practice 600 times until the practice is perfected, and you can enter the fifth level of Qi Refining]

[Consuming Divine Mushrooms to break through realms can increase the success rate of Foundation Establishment by 100%.]

[Accumulated: 100]

[Mastery of Object Manipulation: Practice diligently three thousand times to achieve perfection]

[Mastery of Puppet Manipulation: Practice diligently three thousand times to achieve perfection]

[Introduction to the Second Volume of the Nine Talismans Scripture: Draw 704 low-grade talismans. Mastery is possible with a 66% success rate.]

[Nine Talismans Scripture: Drawing seventy mid-grade talismans is sufficient for beginners, with a success rate of 33%]

After two months of training, he made remarkable progress. His cultivation level gradually approached the fifth level of Qi Refining, and he had mastered two spells. Now he could control the puppets with ease.

After mastering the art of manipulating objects, the purple and green scissors became incredibly easy to use. The two colors of spiritual light flew around with unparalleled agility, and even the speed of flying with the magical artifact increased by 10%.

"The Nourishing Spirit Mushroom... the Wolong Mountains... it's time to make a trip there." Wang Mian murmured to himself, gazing in the direction of Luopo Mountain.

The Lü family, the Bian family, and the meddlesome Diao family who raises beasts and birds, plus the rogue cultivator on Luopo Mountain who is more concerned about finding him than the other immortal clans.

The more I cultivate, the more enemies I feel I have.

After placing the magical artifact into his storage bag, Wang Mian looked at the radiant Thousand-Mile Transmission Talisman, took it out, and casually infused it with a wisp of magical power.

A Thousand-Mile Talisman flickered with a shimmering light, and a clear, crisp voice rang out: "Fellow Daoist Wang, I am Su Fuyao. I have something to discuss with you. I wonder if you have the time to meet me?"

Su Fuyao?

Why did she suddenly come looking for me?