Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

"The Prison Style of Taihuang Town"

Yuan probed into it with his divine sense, examining the first few pages of the introduction.

On Blue Star, Su Yu's lips curled up slightly.

found it.

This book, "The Prison-Suppressing Body of the Great Wilderness," is an ancient, somewhat useless, cultivation method.

Its core concept is to reject all laws and origins.

It relies solely on the long years to meticulously refine the physical body, continuously compressing its density and physical mass.

It is precisely because of this rigorous and extreme training that once mastered, one can crush others of the same level with just their physical body.

They can even fight against opponents of higher ranks!

Moreover, this technique does not require even a single Primordial Origin Stone to begin.

but.

Its drawbacks are also fatal.

That is the time required, an outrageously long time.

Even if an ordinary person were to exhaust their lifespan to cultivate this technique, they might not even be able to perfect the first level.

Even with the assistance of a massive amount of Primordial Origin Stones to accelerate the process, it still requires a long and endless period of time to gradually settle, which will severely slow down the speed at which cultivators improve their realm.

Therefore, this exercise manual was classified as a "waste of time" waste.

Su Yu quietly read the introduction to this cultivation technique.

As long as Originium is not required as a hard basic requirement.

He could easily use the Time God Kingdom to accelerate the refining process for billions of years.

It suits me perfectly right now.

Yuan withdrew his divine sense.

I glanced at the exchange price marked below the light sphere.

Eighteen Primordial Origin Stones.

Although it's a discarded cultivation technique, it's still a body-refining method that targets the ultimate microscopic level, so it's not cheap.

Yuan touched his sleeve.

Mu Zhan just sent ten yuan.

Eight more dollars are needed.

Yuan did not hesitate.

He turned his head, his deep gaze landing precisely on Cang Han, who was choosing a cultivation technique not far away.

Cang Han was staring at a cultivation technique called "Netherworld Profound Water Technique," his eyes filled with longing.

This cultivation technique perfectly matches his ultimate origin, and its exchange price is ten source stones.

He was about to take out Originium to exchange for it.

Sudden.

He felt a chill down his back.

An extremely dangerous aura locked onto him.

Cang Han turned his head away.

They met Yuan's cold, emotionless eyes.

Yuan took a step forward.

She walked steadily to Cang Han.

Extend your right hand.

Open your palm.

Give me eight Originium.

Yuan's voice was calm and matter-of-fact.

There was no room for negotiation, no excuses.

That's blatant robbery.

Cang Han was stunned.

The face that had just regained some color instantly turned bright red.

Humiliation and anger erupted in his chest like a volcano.

"Chu Yuan!"

Cang Han gritted his teeth, squeezing out the sound through his clenched teeth.

"Don't push your luck!"

"This is the Originium I risked my life for!"

"Why should I give it to you?!"

The cultivation technique he had just set his sights on cost ten source stones, and he gave Yuan eight. What was the point of him cultivating it then?

Yuan looked at Cang Han's angry and distorted face.

His expression remained calm and composed.

"You won't give it to me?"

Yuan tilted his head slightly.

next second.

hum.

A pure black demonic light flashed in Yuan's eyes.

Heavenly Demon Avenue.

The seed of the Heavenly Demon, rooted deep within the Azure Cold True Spirit, was instantly activated.

"ah--!!!"

Cang Han let out a shrill, suppressed scream.

He clutched his head tightly with both hands, as if his spine had been removed, and knelt down in front of Yuan with a thud.

That kind of excruciating pain that penetrates deep into the soul.

It was as if countless barbed blades were churning wildly within his soul.

The dignity of the ancient god of the ultimate path was utterly shattered at this moment.

"Give...I'll give..."

Cang Han trembled violently, his clothes instantly soaked with cold sweat.

With trembling hands, he pulled out eight Primordial Origin Stones radiating purple energy from his sleeve.

Humiliatingly, it was placed in Yuan's palm.

Yuan withdrew his demonic light.

The excruciating pain from the Seed of the Demon stopped instantly.

He weighed the source stone in his hand.

Exactly eighteen yuan.

Turn around.

Walk to that corner and place the eighteen Originium stones on the light sphere.

The sphere of light shattered.

The jade slip containing the cultivation technique "Taihuang Zhenyu Body" fell into Yuan's hands.

Yuan placed the jade slip between his eyebrows, and a massive flow of information instantly flooded into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Meanwhile, Su Yu, far away on Earth, received the entire content of the cultivation technique without missing a single word.

The objective has been achieved.

Yuan put away the jade slip, turned around and walked out of the quartermaster's office.

Inside the main hall.

Cang Han slumped to the ground, panting heavily.

His eyes were fixed on Yuan's departing figure, burning with a resentment and hatred that even the waters of the Three Rivers and Five Lakes could not extinguish.

"Chu Yuan..."

A chilling coldness roared in his heart.

"You just wait!"

"I, Cang Han, will forever remember this humiliation!"

"Sooner or later, I will find a way to sever the Heavenly Demon Path!"

"When the time comes, I will tear you to pieces and make sure you never reincarnate!"

Cang Han clenched his fists.

He made a silent vow.

As long as I can survive in this vast and chaotic world.

As long as I can obtain greater power.

He was determined to make Chu Yuan pay a thousandfold price!

........

Black Wind Hill.

The simple stone house was dimly lit.

The three figures each occupied a corner, sitting cross-legged.

An eerie silence filled the air.

Cang Han sat on the far left, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

He pulled out a dull jade slip from his pocket. He had used the two remaining Primordial Origin Stones to rummage through the lowest corner of the supply depot.

The Micro-Dust Breathing Method.

It has no special attributes and no means of killing.

Its only effect is to allow people to barely absorb the primordial spiritual energy floating in the air, thus maintaining their cultivation level and preventing it from falling.

The cultivation speed is outrageously slow.

Cang Han's hand, gripping the jade slip, turned white at the knuckles.

A once supreme being, a supreme being who once ruled the Ancient Road of the Void, is now reduced to practicing such trashy techniques that even dogs wouldn't look at.

humiliation.

But he dared not retaliate.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, and turned to look at Yuan, who was sitting in the center.

In Yuan's hand, he held the "Great Wilderness Prison Body" that he had bought for eighteen source stones.

Yuan made no attempt to avoid the topic.

The cultivation technique information on the jade slip was projected directly into mid-air.

Cang Han narrowed his eyes and glanced at it.

Then.

He was stunned.

A look of disbelief and astonishment flashed in those pure, dark eyes.

"Body tempering?"

Cang Han's voice trembled slightly due to the extreme absurdity.

"You spent eighteen source stones to buy a body-refining technique that starts from scratch?"

Cang Han thought Chu Yuan had gone mad.

This is the Hongmeng Great World!

Those who can achieve the ultimate ancient godhood in the lower realm have all refined their divine kingdoms to the extreme.

Here, the competition is about understanding the laws of Hongmeng and compressing the origin of higher dimensions.

Are you going to start training your physical body now?

Using the long years to slowly polish the skin and flesh?

This isn't just a case of being out of one's mind; this is a case of even one's true spirit being completely devoured by the Heavenly Demon!

of course.

What Cang Han found most unacceptable was not how stupid the technique was.

But...

Damn it, eight out of the eighteen source stones used to buy this cultivation technique belong to me!

You stole my money just to buy this piece of junk?!

Cang Han trembled with rage, his chest heaving violently.

But he gritted his teeth and didn't dare to utter a curse.

The demonic seed deep within his true spirit was like a sharp sword hanging over his head, forcing him to swallow this bitter pill.