Journey to the West Creation Technique

early morning.

After eating a melon pulp, Lu Chengjun picked up his carrying pole and left Crocodile Dragon Bay.

The carrying pole contained the excrement of the feathered dragon, which is top-quality fertilizer.

He was dressed in hemp clothing, with a tattered cloak and a few feathers stuck in his hair, looking exactly like the local natives.

Every morning, he would collect the feathered dragon's droppings and carry them to the fields in the mountains.

Master Water Buffalo once instructed him that the best way to nourish the spleen and stomach is to emulate Sha Wujing's carrying heavy loads and maintaining a steady mind.

No matter what happens, remain calm and composed.

Strengthening the spleen and stomach is the foundation of all body-strengthening techniques.

Only a strong spleen and stomach can digest all kinds of tonics and nourish one's innate essence.

Not long after...

Lu Chengjun carried a shoulder pole to a hillside not far from Crocodile Dragon Bay, where a fertile field had already been cultivated.

Three months ago, he was shipwrecked and stranded here, where he was captured by the locals.

The native priestess Amiya wanted to use evil magic to control him. Her purpose in controlling him was simple: he was skilled, a craftsman, and could make "bone picks".

The bone hoe, made using the mortise and tenon technique, was regarded as a divine weapon by the indigenous tribes, who then wanted to acquire it for their own use.

Because of the language barrier, they could only control the enemy through evil magic.

Unexpectedly, Amiya suffered a backlash from the evil magic, which ultimately caused her to swap souls with her pet cat.

Fortunately, Lu Chengjun had learned some of the native language. He helped the bewildered Amiya stabilize the situation and even concealed the secret of the soul swap from the tribe.

Amiya was grateful and gave him a great deal of freedom.

This desolate Southern Underworld is fraught with danger, and Master Water Buffalo has already disappeared.

Lu Chengjun had no choice but to stay obediently in Crocodile Dragon Bay. He put on the clothes of the indigenous people and, with his knowledge of their language, easily integrated into the indigenous tribe.

With the tribe's protection, they at least had enough to eat.

Amiya took good care of him, so he decided to stay.

After things settled down, Lu Chengjun found this hillside, cleared the wasteland, and used it for cultivation.

The indigenous people did not know how to farm; they simply picked the pulp from a certain fruit tree, dried it, and used it to fill their stomachs.

They could also hunt animals to make dried meat, and with abundant produce, they had no worries about food and clothing.

Lu Chengjun cleared wasteland and farmed not to fill his stomach, but to cultivate the "Journey to the West Creation Technique".

The body-refining ultimate technique in the cultivation method is the Seventy-Two Transformations, also known as the Earthly Fiend Body Refining Technique.

The emphasis on soil as a support for growth and the spleen as a conduit for all things perfectly aligns with the principles of farming, nurturing the soil, and cultivating oneself through the land.

The area around Crocodile Dragon Bay is naturally blessed with spiritual energy, with abundant mountain and wild spiritual energy.

Lu Chengjun attained enlightenment and realized his true nature; his spiritual root was hidden in the Water Curtain Cave.

After three months of arduous training, he had mastered the seventy-two transformations of the Earthly Fiends. He diligently cultivated his skills according to the ancient methods of the "Journey to the West Creation Technique" every day, and a faint sense of awareness began to emerge within his body, with the initial stirrings of true essence.

Lu Chengjun lowered his waist and stepped forward, wielding his hoe to accurately position the nine palaces of earth, working in accordance with the rhythm of ancient farming methods.

One hoe draws in the earth's energy, two hoes harmonize yin and yang, three hoes solidify the spiritual root, and four hoes nurture true essence.

One hoe after another...

What they dug was soil, and what they stirred up was the warm, earthy scent of the earth.

The pure and moist earth energy first nourishes the lungs and then slowly sinks into the dantian along the Ren meridian, like a simmering elixir over a low flame, nourishing one's own essence.

Each stroke of the hoe corresponds to the flow of qi and blood throughout the body.

The yellow mud clinging to the soles of the feet is as warm and moist as medicinal mud moxibustion, and the continuous earth energy nourishes the spleen and stomach.

The spleen is the foundation of acquired constitution, and earth is the mother of all things.

A patch of fertile land became his natural training ground.

He entered the Tao through farming and cultivated himself by cultivating the land.

He buried himself in the fields, his body covered in yellow mud, shedding his superficiality and blending seamlessly into the mountains and fields.

The wild vines planted in the field have grown vigorously after three months of care, but have not yet flowered or borne fruit.

A gentle breeze wafts through the fields, carrying the scent of earth and the spiritual energy of plants, creating a rich spiritual atmosphere that nourishes spiritual cultivation.

Lu Chengjun draws the morning dew to moisten the soil at sunrise, and borrows the warm sun at midday to refine the spleen essence.

Covered in the dust and earth, yet imbued with the purity of traditional Chinese medicine.

In the fields, Lu Chengjun had just completed a small cycle of Earthly Fiend Qi, and the earth elemental energy around him was flowing into his body through his pores, making the nascent true essence in his dantian even more warm and vibrant.

"Gibberish! Waaah!" Urgent and frantic local language suddenly came from the ridge of the field, and a young native with a bare upper body and wild totems painted on his face came running wildly.

He ran while gesturing incessantly, speaking rapidly, his face filled with anxiety.

After listening for a while, Lu Chengjun asked, "You're saying the grain was burned?"

"Waaaaah, yes! People are starving to death!" The natives stamped their feet in desperation.

Lu Chengjun: "Oh..."

Native: "Quack quack quack quack... Hurry! Why aren't you in a hurry?"

Lu Chengjun: "..."

"Hurry up!" The local man dragged him down the mountain, repeatedly chanting about sacrifices and meetings.

A moment later, the two arrived at the cave leading to Crocodile Dragon Bay.

Unlike usual, there were no guards at the entrance to the cave.

After passing through the cave, we arrived at the bay where the indigenous people lived.

In the bay, the flames in the granary had been extinguished, and the clan elders and able-bodied men had all gathered in a square.

Amiya, who was holding a tabby cat in her arms, was surrounded by people. She stared at everyone with her big eyes, full of curiosity.

Amiya and the tabby cat have swapped souls, and now that the native tribe is facing a life-or-death crisis, she probably doesn't intend to keep it a secret any longer.

The tabby cat in Amiya's arms suddenly opened its mouth and spoke in human language: "Gagagu... Strangers set fire to the food supplies, yet the gods have not issued any decree. Now, the only way is to begin a grand blood sacrifice, selecting tribal warriors to fight each other, using their bravery and blood to attract the gods' attention, and praying for divine guidance and a way to survive!"

"Goo goo ga ga! Fight fight fight!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

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The locals below the stage all had fierce glints in their eyes, pounded their chests with their fists, and were all excessively excited!

The frenzied roar was filled with savage ferocity.

Lu Chengjun stood on the outside of the crowd, speechless.

Shouldn't we collect the burned grain immediately?

It would be better to use that time to catch a fish or pick some fruit.

They still want to fight and kill each other?!

Is this person out of their mind?

However, Lu Chengjun is an outsider after all, and now that he is cultivating the appearance of "Sha Wujing", he emphasizes "bearing heavy burdens and remaining calm and composed".

You should speak as little as possible, or even not at all.

The tabby cat in Amiya's arms spoke again: "Goo goo goo... All the able-bodied men of the tribes, regardless of order, shall ascend the stage! They shall fight in pairs, determining victory and defeat, life and death, to move the gods with their devout blood!"

Before the words were even finished, two strong young men volunteered to step forward and fight to the death on the stage.

The natives in the square below cheered in unison: "Gugu ga ga gugu ga ga..."

One man held an axe, and the other a gun.

In a fierce struggle, with brute force clashing, and several desperate battles, the spear-wielding native pierced the chest of the axe-wielder with his sharp wooden spear!

The killing ended, and the losers rolled off the platform.

Below the high platform lay the sea, stained with blood. The water surged with dark currents, and a monstrous crocodile with jet-black scales and a terrifying aura burst forth from the water, swallowing the corpse whole.

The tabby cat exclaimed excitedly, "It is a messenger of the gods!"