Unspeakable bubbles

"I've made myself clear. Now it's up to you to think about what to do."

Old Ghost thought about it all night, and then, the scene that happened this morning unfolded.

"Do you want Bubble to give you some pointers?" The little girl's face clearly showed her reluctance.

"But Bubble has never guided anyone before, so I don't know if it will work."

"Bubble, you're too modest. Your cultivation is a hundred times better than mine. I've benefited greatly from just a few words from you!" Old Ghost adopted an extremely humble posture.

"Although my 'Chain Hell Force' is a self-created external cultivation method, it has a high purpose and will definitely not disappoint you."

After the old man's repeated pleas, the little girl had no choice but to nod.

"Whoo~"

Old Ghost breathed a sigh of relief. He looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping before lowering his voice and saying, "My method is derived from an alchemy technique. In ancient times, alchemists refined pills, but today I refine myself."

"Refine yourself?"

The little girl's braids trembled. Although she had never practiced martial arts, she still felt that the old man in front of her had a truly imaginative mind.

"Grandpa, how did you come up with the idea of ​​refining yourself?"

Bubble's words made the old man's face darken. He was silent for a moment before saying softly, "When I came to Hell Island, Rhodes hadn't taken office yet. Back then, Hell Island was not as peaceful as it is now. It was truly 'Hell Island'."

"Back then, the old man's Qi Sea was shattered, and he lost all his cultivation. If he wants to survive in this godforsaken place, he must regain his power!"

Of course, he had another option back then, which was to hand over the 'Heavenly Fire Force' that those people coveted.

That way, I can leave this hell.

But how could that be possible!

"It's unrealistic to rebuild the 'Heavenly Fire Force,' and if I can't quickly regain some self-defense capabilities, my situation will be precarious."

"After much thought, the only option is external cultivation, and we must find a completely different path!"

As he spoke, a hint of pride unconsciously crept into Old Ghost's words.

"Someone's complaint at the time woke me up. He said, 'This place is as hot as an alchemy furnace during the day.'"

"The alchemy furnace is great. I can use Hell Island as a furnace to refine this old man's 'useless pill'."

"Grandpa, you have such great ideas!" Bubble exclaimed in amazement.

Upon hearing this, Old Ghost could only manage a wry smile.

God knows how many times I hovered on the brink of death in order to create this external cultivation method, especially during my first attempt.

Despite his extreme caution, he almost got himself killed.

"Bubble, this external cultivation method cannot be practiced during the day or at night."

The old ghost instructed, "The best time to cultivate is only during the brief moment when the yin and yang energies on the island reach a balance as the sun and moon alternate."

"What would happen if we practiced during the day or at night?" Bubble asked curiously.

"You'll burn yourself to a crisp during the day, and freeze yourself into an ice pop at night."

"..."

"Don't overthink it. As long as you don't rush into things, there won't be any problems."

Old Ghost pointed to himself: "Look at me, nothing happened to me."

"But, but Bubble still thinks it's dangerous. Hmm, I think it's better to..."

"Come, come, let me tell you the method of gathering Yin and Yang energies."

Before the young girl could back down, the old ghost quickly poured out his insights into the martial arts techniques.

After giving a brief explanation, Old Ghost paused, intending to repeat himself, but then saw the little girl shake her head at him.

"W-what's wrong?"

Old Ghost felt a chill in his heart. Now that things had come to this, would Bubble just quit?

"Bubble thinks it's better to see it in person. Grandpa, why don't you invite Bubble to join you when you practice today?"

"You want to see it for yourself? Of course, no problem, but today..."

Old Ghost was about to say that his injuries had not yet healed and he could not force himself to cultivate today, but he stopped abruptly when he was about to speak.

Seeing the old man's strange expression, Bubble asked curiously, "Grandpa, what's wrong?"

"hurt,"

"My injuries are healed!"

Section 302, Chapter 301: Cultivation

I know my own injuries well; I can't expect to get better without ten days to half a month of recuperation.

Given the harsh environment of Hell Island, it would take even longer to complete.

So why is that?

After thinking it over, Lao Gui began to suspect that it was the effect of those 'fruits'.

After all, he had eaten several fruits yesterday, and his injuries were healed today, so Lao Gui couldn't help but think in that direction.

"Grandpa?"

"Ah! No problem, I'll demonstrate it to you when the sun and moon alternate."

In any case, it's a good thing that my injuries have healed.

Old Ghost was in a great mood. Afraid that Bubble and the others would get bored, he suggested, "There's still a while before that time. Why don't I tell you some stories?"

“Okay, okay, Bubble hasn’t heard a story in a long time.” The little girl nodded repeatedly.

"Let me think... Oh right, let me tell you the stories of those alchemists in ancient times."

"Grandpa, alchemists, what do they use alchemists for?"

"It depends on the person. Some people refine pills to cure diseases and save lives, some people refine pills to make money, but most people want to refine 'immortal pills'."

"Salty, salted egg?"

"It's not a salted egg, it's an elixir!"

"It's a magical elixir. It's said that if a person takes it, they can break through their current life level and become an immortal."

Old Ghost scratched his head: "Speaking of immortals, they're really strange."

"According to legend, some immortals possess boundless power, capable of overturning rivers and seas, surpassing even the strongest experts. However, some immortals are of average skill, roughly equivalent to grandmasters."

"I suspect it's because the alchemists have different levels of skill in alchemy, resulting in some pills being good and others being bad."

"There are different grades of elixirs, and naturally, there are also different levels of immortals."

"Makes sense."

Bubble nodded, then looked at Old Ghost with anticipation.

"Immortals usually don't get involved, but there is one exception."

"If evil monsters appear in the world, then immortals will suddenly appear and destroy them."

What is a monster?

"The book says they're powerful snakes, tigers, lions, and things like that..."

After a pause, the old ghost guessed, "I think monsters are powerful chaotic creatures or even chaotic lords."

"Otherwise, if it were a snake or a tiger, there would be no need for an immortal to intervene. A group of hunters could easily take care of them."

"It seems that immortals are all good people," the little girl said happily.

“How come you see?”

"Because they were afraid that ordinary people couldn't handle the chaotic creatures, so they went to help them out of their own way."

"Helping you... that's not the right way to put it. Actually, the immortals have their own reasons."

The old ghost said, "Those 'monsters' have a lot of good materials for alchemy. If we kill a few more monsters, we can refine more immortal pills."

"With this benefit, the immortals are so diligent in killing monsters, right?"

"Hmm, but haven't the immortals already consumed the elixir? Why do they still need to refine more elixirs?"

"If eating one elixir makes you so powerful, wouldn't eating several more make you ascend to heaven?"

"Less-than-powerful immortals want to become powerful immortals, and powerful immortals also have disciples."

"Of course, the disciples also want to become immortals, so what can we do? As their master, we have no choice but to come out and exorcise demons."

"So that's how it is."

The little girl looked somewhat disappointed, as if the image of the sage she held in her mind had been shattered.

Seeing this, the old ghost quickly said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Let me tell you another interesting story..."

"By the way, although immortals are indifferent to emotions, they do occasionally want to fall in love."

Once upon a time, there were seven carefree fairies...

........................................................................

Old Ghost kept telling his stories, one after another, until he ran out of things to say. Finally, a chill settled over Hell Island.

"Bubble, it's almost time."

Old Gui breathed a sigh of relief. He realized for the first time that telling stories to children was so tiring!

"Oh."

The little girl nodded reluctantly: "Let's practice our skills first, and then we'll tell stories!"

"Still, still talking..."

Old Ghost secretly groaned; he had already told all the stories in his belly, so where could he find any more to tell?

"Let's go!"