Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Chen Yang looked down into the bag and saw two well-fitting Taoist robes and two fresh pheasants.

Although the red fox was a bit unruly, it was genuinely kind to him. Chen Yang lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment.

This little red fox embarked on the path of cultivation through the opportunity of the spiritual fruit, and considering Chu Xiuyuan's past adventures, he is a little fellow with great fortune.

The only drawback is that he is too unruly and mischievous.

However, if one can temper and correct their unruly nature, shed their impetuousness, and stay true to themselves, it is no less than defying fate.

After thinking for a long time, Chen Yang slowly said, "You shall be called Hu Daoming."

He picked up a stick and carefully wrote three characters on the muddy ground, pondering to himself.

Although this fox was naturally mischievous, it survived a great calamity and entered the Dao through the help of a spiritual fruit, which was quite an opportunity.

If one can shed one's childishness and stubbornness in the future, understand one's true nature, and uphold one's principles, one will surely achieve great things.

The little red fox kept repeating its new name, getting more and more comfortable with it, its bright eyes filled with joy.

"Fox Daoming... Fox Daoming..."

"Hello, Fox Daoming! From now on, I'll be called Fox Daoming!"

As soon as it finished speaking, it bowed respectfully to Chen Yang and said, "Greetings, Brother Chen Yang!"

Seeing this, Chen Yang smiled wryly. This guy was indeed born to cause trouble.

Fortunately, Hu Daoming wasn't at the Taoist temple every day, otherwise the entire temple would probably be in constant turmoil.

Fox Daoming nimbly leaped up from the ridge of the field, his figure blurred, and he darted towards the mountain stream, his clear voice carrying far away.

  (Please remember that 101read.com is the best place to read books, and enjoy the fastest chapter updates anytime.)

"Brother Chen Yang, I'll go pick some more broad leaves. We'll have beggar's braised chicken together later!"

In the blink of an eye, the little red fox disappeared into the forest.

Chen Yang, carrying two pheasants, shook his head helplessly: "This name... is indeed extremely fitting."

He then started a fire, plucked the feathers, and processed the ingredients. Months of working in the mountains had already made him skilled, and in no time, the two pheasants were cleaned up.

Knowing that he would be sharing some with the little girl next door later, Chen Yang specially cut off the middle wings and drumsticks of two chickens, seasoned and marinated them separately, making them more tender and suitable for children.

Just as he was about to go to the vegetable garden to pick scallions and ginger, the long-dormant Hun Tian Zhu in his abdomen suddenly stirred and slowly condensed a little spiritual liquid.

Chen Yang immediately fetched a bucket of clean water, dissolved all the spiritual liquid in it, and poured a large ladleful onto each of the six Solomon's Seal plants.

The bucket of spiritual liquid was used up, and only one ladleful remained in the bamboo tube.

He didn't waste any; he sprinkled it all over the radishes, scallions, ginger, and various wild vegetables in the garden, and even the patches of green amaranth were covered with it.

After waiting for a while, and seeing no obvious changes in the Solomon's seal in the ground, Chen Yang stopped paying attention to it.

Before long, Fox Daoming returned, carrying several large lotus leaves covered in dew. The leaves were clean, clearly having been carefully washed long ago.

Chen Yang took out the marinated pheasant, wrapped it in layers of lotus leaves, tied it tightly with long, thin wild grass, covered it with a thick layer of yellow mud, and buried it in a pit he had dug in advance.

He brought charcoal to cover the pit, then sealed it tightly with dry soil, and let it simmer and roast quietly.

At noon, the beggar's chicken in the pit was fully cooked, and its aroma permeated the soil and filled the surrounding fields.

Chen Yang dug out the larger portion, while the other portion remained intact with its yellow mud shell intact. The two portions of chicken had equal amounts inside, no more and no less.

The man and the fox sat on the ground, enjoying their meal. Fox Daoming ate with grease dripping from his mouth, and couldn't help but praise the food as he chewed.

"Brother Chen Yang, although the food at Huang Yue's house is delicious, it's far inferior to what you make."

Chen Yang smiled faintly upon hearing this, but then his expression turned serious as he solemnly gave his instructions.

"Daoming, you and I are different kinds of cultivators, and our lifespans are inherently short, only a little over ten years."

"Your talent far surpasses mine, but if you continue to indulge in play and slack off, refusing to dedicate yourself to cultivating your skills, you will eventually turn into a handful of dust in ten years."

The cultivation chapter of "Miscellaneous Objects Illustrated Catalogue" is the part that Chen Yang studies the most on a daily basis, second only to his farming notes.

The book clearly records the fundamental rules of the cultivation world: ordinary spiritual awakening and condensation of spiritual power cannot increase lifespan.

Only by cultivating true spiritual power can one gain an equivalent of one year's lifespan.

The foundations of other kinds of spirits and monsters are weak, and their fates are shallow, far inferior to the unique advantages of the human race.

However, all things are balanced by yin and yang, and advantages and disadvantages are interdependent. It is even more difficult for spirits and monsters to cultivate. Every year's cultivation is hard-won, and every fifty years of cultivation is a huge threshold for cultivation.

Chen Yang knew that the original body he had transmigrated into was just an ordinary weasel with no roots or origins, and extremely mediocre talent.

If he hadn't transmigrated and awakened the Chaos Pearl, obtained spiritual liquid to temper his body and reshape his bones, he would still be a slightly more intelligent wild beast in the mountains.

The spiritual crystals condensed by the Hun Tian Zhu each year can continuously refine his foundation, allowing his aptitude to steadily improve. With the assistance of spiritual liquid, his future path will also be smooth.

But Hu Daoming is different. Although he has better talent, he entered the Dao quickly by relying on spiritual fruits. His foundation is not stable, so he needs to work hard and cultivate diligently.

Despite Chen Yang's earnest advice, Hu Daoming remained unconcerned, taking big bites of meat while smiling and striking a pose with his airplane-shaped ears.

"Don't worry, Brother Chen Yang, we still have ten years to go!"

"I'll enjoy myself first, and then I'll return to the mountains to cultivate diligently. When that time comes, I'll come back to you for guidance on the Great Dao!"

Looking at the little guy's innocent and carefree appearance, Chen Yang was speechless for a moment, unable to find any reasoning to explain.

Helplessly, he raised his hand, smeared the oil from his fingertips onto Fox Daoming's fluffy tail, and gently shook his head.

"Fine, do as you please."

If Hu Daoming hadn't been the first friend he made after arriving in this world, he would never have bothered to offer any advice, but even so, he would have stopped there.

The man and the fox were thoroughly satisfied with their meal, and Fox Daoming let out a long, contented burp.

After resting for a while, it had Chen Yang seal the unopened beggar's chicken with the yellow mud, put it in a cloth bag and tie it to its body, before reluctantly bidding farewell to the Taoist temple and leaping into the mountains and forests to go far away.

Watching the little red fox's departing figure, Chen Yang sighed softly.

He walked into the vegetable garden, picked a tender green amaranth leaf, washed it, and ate it to cleanse his palate, silently making a wish in his heart.

Hopefully, Hu Daoming will live up to his name, awaken to the truth soon, and devote himself to the path of Tao.

The moment Chen Yang swallowed the entire piece of amaranth, the dormant spiritual energy within his body suddenly began to circulate on its own.

He clearly sensed that his efficiency in absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had quietly increased considerably.

During the day, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is mixed and the absorption efficiency is extremely low, so he usually only cultivates at night.

Without thinking twice, Chen Yang immediately sat cross-legged on the edge of the field and began to meditate and cultivate.

Two and a half hours passed, the sun dipped below the western mountains, and dusk began to fall.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with surprise and doubt. Just now, his spiritual energy was circulating on its own and out of his control, yet his cultivation speed was 20% faster than usual!

He got up and looked down at the vegetable garden, and immediately noticed something unusual. On the leaves of the green amaranth, there were specks of pale blue metallic luster, like fine bronze shards scattered on the leaf surface, full of spiritual energy.

Chen Yang instantly understood that it must be because of the ladle of Chaos Pearl Spirit Liquid from this morning!

He had tried many times before, but the green amaranth could only fill his stomach and did not provide any benefit to his cultivation. Now, nourished by the spiritual liquid, it produced such a miraculous effect, actually increasing his cultivation speed.

Upon realizing this, Chen Yang was overjoyed. If ordinary wild vegetables could undergo such a transformation after being irrigated with spiritual liquid, the six carefully cultivated Solomon's Seal plants in the field would surely have even more astonishing effects when they matured.

If one continues to use the Hun Tian Zhu spiritual liquid to improve the land and cultivate spiritual herbs, even without seeking out any rare and precious materials, simply by farming, one can illuminate the path to enlightenment and have a promising future.

Just then, the moon rose, its gentle light bathing the mountains and fields.

Suppressing his overwhelming joy, Chen Yang carefully selected two amaranth leaves with the richest bronze luster and swallowed them directly.

Chen Yang sat cross-legged again, and under the bright moonlight, began his cultivation for the night.