Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

[You seem to be able to perceive the world more intimately. ]

[When you swing the sword, subtle and imperceptible spiritual power slowly seeps into your upper limbs, transforming your body at the cellular level and merging with it.]

[Unlocked entry: Soul Body]

[On the 31st day, a white-haired monster broke into the village and slaughtered the villagers wantonly.]

【you are dead. 】

Chapter 9 The Beginning of Immortal Cultivation

In his memory, Anle only saw a pair of scarlet eyes filled with malice.

The murderous aura seemed to be tangible, as if it could freeze his soul.

The next second, severe pain came!

"It hurts..."

Anle opened his eyes in confusion, his neck was stiff and he couldn't even turn his head for a while.

The chill still lingered in his body.

Honestly speaking, Anle has to "die" once every day in his simulations now, and he thought he had gotten used to it.

I didn’t expect that the feeling of dying at the hands of a monster would be completely different.

This was different from the last encounter in the jungle. The white-haired bear's murderous intent was directly aimed at Anle.

It makes one's scalp tingle, liver and gallbladder tremble, and the whole body shiver.

Thinking back on it now, Anle couldn't help but shudder and his face turned pale.

It seemed to be a kind of suppression from the level of life.

"A month?"

"Only one month!?"

Anle resisted the urge to swear, and his nerves tensed up again.

The peaceful life in the past half month had made him relax a lot, and he thought he could start to survive until he reached the maximum level before coming out.

But Anle did not take the initiative to cause trouble, but the fatal crisis came to him.

There is only less than a month left.

Anle felt very angry.

"I just want to live a peaceful life!"

"Why... is it so difficult?"

However, Anle is not an ordinary office worker who has just traveled to this world.

The successive crises and deductions have quickly forced him to become strong and mature.

"You have to stand up!"

Anle, who had been tortured to death by having his manuscript revised several times by the client, has a very strong self-regulation ability.

After comforting himself for a few words, he collected the profits from this deduction.

[Jianghu Swordsmanship (Introduction): Seemingly ordinary swordsmanship, but actually contains mysteries]

[Spiritual Body (Green): Your body can absorb weak spiritual energy, which will subtly transform your body. Maybe... there will be unknown surprises? ]

When Anle saw these two comments, his eyes lit up.

Both this skill and the entry are quite good.

The former greatly enhanced Anle's self-protection ability.

This is his first serious offensive skill.

He had been hunting for so long, and most of the time he just relied on traps and bows and arrows, and rarely had the opportunity to fight head-on.

The biggest difference between humans and animals is the ability to use tools.

Why bother to fight head-on when you can kill with these means?

However, there is now obviously an enemy that must be confronted head-on.

It is very important to learn such a martial art.

Besides, this knife technique... doesn't it seem simple?

The latter made Anle's heart beat wildly and he thought of a possibility.

He suppressed his hidden excitement and felt the changes in his body.

The cool factor spreads from deep within the arms, diffusing into the muscles and bones, and millions of pores open up.

Extremely transparent.

Anle subconsciously breathed according to the rhythm he remembered.

Soon I found that unique rhythm.

Every breath.

He vaguely sensed that there were countless tiny beings in the air, like tiny scattered points of light, without specific shapes or masses, giving people a very friendly feeling.

"Is this... spiritual power?"

Anle talked to himself in his heart, feeling very strange.

The spiritual power that is imperceptible to the naked eye automatically approaches his body and merges into his upper limbs.

Afterwards, it travels through the veins and lies dormant inside the body.

When he opened his eyes, Anle looked surprised.

Although the previous entries had helped him a lot, they still remained at the level of "mundane".

Professionally trained warriors and athletes can also do similar things.

But [Spiritual Body] seemed to have opened the door to a new world.

Anle was able to glimpse a whole new world.

"Perhaps I can become... a cultivator, or even an immortal?"

He was excited and his heart was pounding.

It was like getting a new toy, breathing repeatedly and feeling the presence of spiritual power.

Until the old hunter's voice came from outside the door.

"Anle, you haven't gotten up yet?"

"Come right away!"

Anle suddenly sat up from the bed and put on his fur coat when he suddenly thought of it.

'This sword technique is not ordinary at all.'

"Could Lin Bo, who could easily take it out, be just an ordinary hunter?"

But when he carefully recalled and deduced his memory, Lin Shanbai had never shown the methods that a cultivator should have.

Not once.

Anle silently suppressed this guess in her heart and quickly got up to cook.

******

Anle was in a very good mood because it was his first time experiencing spiritual power, and even forgot about the monster crisis in a month.

I even ate two more bowls of rice in the morning.

Lin Shanbai's mouth twitched slightly when he saw this.

In the few days since Anle moved into his house, her health has improved visibly, but her appetite has also increased dramatically.

If the amount of prey harvested had not increased and the income and expenditure had not been barely balanced, the old hunter would have kicked Anle out long ago.

After breakfast, Anle put on his equipment and followed Lin Shanbai out.

"Uncle Lin, good morning."

"morning."

"Going hunting so early? By the way, if you have any good furs, you must leave some for me."

"Definitely next time."

Unlike Anle's previous situation where no one cared about him, Lin Shanbai was quite popular in the village, and many people greeted him on the road.

By the way, some villagers also noticed Anle's presence and looked surprised.

The young man next to Lin Shanbai stood as straight as a pine tree, with red lips and white teeth, and clear and bright eyes. He gave people a good impression at a glance.

He was very different from the sickly and cowardly guy they had in mind.

So much so that they didn't recognize it at first.

Someone praised.

"Hey, isn't this the child from Anping's family? I haven't seen him for a few days, and he looks much more energetic!"

In fact, a few days ago, many villagers recognized Anle, but they basically treated him as an invisible man.

This is the first time I've taken the initiative to talk to someone like this.

An Le could only respond with a stiff face: "I have to thank Uncle Lin for this."

He still hasn't been able to overcome his lack of security and feels like he has social phobia.

Fortunately, the other person just looked at Anle's pretty face for a few more times and didn't continue to pester her.

He took two more steps toward the village entrance.

Anle caught a glimpse of a drunk man staggering towards him.

The other villagers silently changed their expressions and walked away, not wanting to run into him.

Anle's heart skipped a beat.

"He is... Chen Zhuangshi?"

As the enemy had killed him seven times in his deduced memory, it was impossible for Anle to recognize the wrong person.

However, the current Chen Zhuangshi is far from that sinister and vicious appearance.

This once strong and robust village man was now drunk, his eyes were bloodshot, his clothes were tattered, and there was dry grass stuck in his hair.

There is a hint of eeriness and mania.

Over the past half month, Anle has been collecting information about Chen Zhuangshi and the witch doctor.

He knew that five days ago, the possessed Chen Ergou and Chen Xiaosi had disappeared.

No one ever saw them again.

And in the few remaining memories of the original body, every person who was possessed seemed to suddenly disappear.

But Anle had a feeling.

The villagers actually knew where they went, but they just tacitly didn't mention it.

You have to stand up!

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Chapter 10 The first level of Qi training

"What are you looking at? Are you asking for a beating?"

Chen Zhuangshi yelled fiercely at a villager next to him, holding a wooden stick in his hand and swinging it twice in the air, pretending to hit him.

The villager didn't dare to retort. He cursed in his heart and left in shame.

The upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked.