Chapter 160: Chapter 0160 Daoist Sanqing_1
Dawn was breaking, and the morning mist spread across heaven and earth like white smoke. Great Green Mountain loomed through the white fog, appearing exceptionally beautiful and enchanting.
Zhang Bin sat cross-legged within his Cave Mansion, diligently refining True Essence Pills. He had consumed 26 True Essence Pills to break through to the Qi Sea Realm, leaving him with 10 elixirs. He was now refining these 10 elixirs, drinking a large amount of Spiritual Water to aid the process.
After his breakthrough to the Qi Sea Realm, his qi gathering ability had improved more than tenfold, and the speed of qi gathering had also increased significantly. A single session could sustain his cultivation for many days, which meant he now had more time to cultivate.
Finally, he completely refined the 10 True Essence Pills, and the True Qi within his Dantian became roughly one-twentieth denser. There was still a long way to go before it was full, but he felt much stronger.
He ran a test and found that his speed had reached a terrifying 55 meters per second, and his punching power had reached the strength of six bulls. The improvement was quite significant.
If I had enough True Essence Pills, I could cultivate to the Liquid State in just three months. It’s a pity I’ve run out. Zhang Bin’s face was filled with regret. Without being able to reach the Liquid State, he had no way to take his revenge. After all, Han Tie had cultivated to the Liquid Transformation Late Stage many years ago and was now incredibly powerful.
But Zhang Bin desperately wanted to take revenge immediately and annihilate his enemy. He wasn’t some gentleman who believed ’revenge is a dish best served cold’; to him, that was utter nonsense. He was the type of person who disliked letting a grudge last overnight.
Wait, I wonder if my Special Ability has improved? If it’s been enhanced significantly, maybe I can use it to get my revenge. A spark of inspiration flashed through Zhang Bin’s mind, and a look of anticipation spread across his face.
He immediately focused on a stone he estimated to weigh about 10 kilograms and commanded, "Come here."
As soon as he spoke, the stone moved slightly, then wobbled through the air toward him, landing gently in his palm.
My Special Ability improved this much? A look of profound shock appeared on his face. In the past, he could only control a pine needle or a fallen leaf; the heaviest object was a small dead branch. But now, he could control a 10-kilogram stone?
He immediately tried to control the stone, making it fly through the air. He found that he couldn’t make it fly quickly at all. He could only make it drift slowly, like a fledgling learning to fly, and it would occasionally drop to the ground. After just a short while, he felt mentally exhausted and could no longer maintain control. He focused on cultivating the Pure Heart Mystique for a while before he recovered.
He continued his experiments. This time, he simply controlled his Bamboo Sword, letting it soar through the air. The result was completely different. Its speed increased steadily, emitting a whooshing sound as it cut through the air. However, it was still slower than a bullet from a gun.
"This doesn’t seem very useful," Zhang Bin murmured, his face filled with gloom and regret.
He had seen Master Tianlong use Sword Control to fly, and his speed was like a bolt of lightning.
When will I ever be able to control a sword like that?
SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK!
The Little Fox came bounding over from the other side of the Single-log Bridge as if she were flying, a basket full of fruit held in her mouth. The moment she saw Zhang Bin practicing Sword Control, her face lit up with excitement and thrill, and she let out a series of strange sounds. She even began to dance with joy, the very picture of sheer delight.
"Xiao Qian, my treasure, you’re back?" A joyful smile bloomed on Zhang Bin’s face as he opened his arms to the Little Fox.
The Little Fox put the basket down and leaped high into Zhang Bin’s embrace, her tongue darting out to lick his face in a display of pure affection. Her body gave off an exceptionally pleasant and intoxicating fragrance. Once again, Zhang Bin felt the strange illusion that he was not hugging a fox, but a breathtakingly beautiful woman.
After cuddling with Zhang Bin for a moment, the Little Fox jumped out of his arms, bit his pant leg, and started pulling him toward the Cave Mansion.
"What are you doing, pulling me into the Cave Mansion? Are we heading to the bridal chamber? You haven’t even turned into a beauty yet," Zhang Bin teased, but he followed her inside.
A shy blush appeared on the Little Fox’s face, and an alluring glint sparkled in her beautiful eyes. She led Zhang Bin to the door of the Pill Room and made a gesture to smash it open.
Surprise showed on Zhang Bin’s face. He had previously suspected that Daoist Elder Taiqing had passed away inside the Pill Room, which was why the Little Fox had never allowed him to break the door down. But today, she had changed her mind and wanted him to smash his way in?
Does she want me to bury Daoist Elder Taiqing’s remains?
He didn’t dwell on it and began to push the door forcefully. It was latched from the inside, but that was no match for Zhang Bin’s terrifying strength. He now possessed the strength of six bulls.
So, when Zhang Bin pushed with all his might, there was a loud CRACK as the internal latch snapped. He burst through the door.
An unusual sandalwood fragrance rushed out, and Zhang Bin quickly held his breath. The Little Fox, however, dashed inside with a swoosh.
The space inside wasn’t large, only about 20 square meters. A stone platform stood in the center, upon which sat a Pill Furnace. It appeared to be cast from bronze and exuded an ancient and weathered aura.
Against one wall, a meditation mat rested on the floor. A Taoist with his hair in a topknot sat there peacefully.
He was very pale, and his skin was covered in a dense web of wrinkles. He wore a blue Daoist robe, which must have been specially made, as it had not yet rotted. Overall, he looked incredibly lifelike, almost like a living person.
However, Zhang Bin knew this was Daoist Sanqing, who had been dead for hundreds of years. He couldn’t sense any aura of life, and the body showed no signs of it.
Daoist Sanqing had few belongings, only two items. One was a Silver Ring engraved with a mighty dragon. The other was a Green Sword Scabbard that he held in his hands. It seemed to be woven from vines and was only about half the size of a palm. On top of the scabbard was a black, thumb-sized opening, from which emanated a sharp aura. Clearly, there was a sword inside.
The Little Fox collapsed to the ground and let out sorrowful whimpers.
"Xiao Qian, don’t cry. Let’s bury Daoist Sanqing, okay?" Zhang Bin said softly, trying to comfort her.
Xiao Qian only shook her head repeatedly and continued to cry.
After a long while, she finally stifled her cries. She reached out her finger, slowly took the ring off Daoist Sanqing’s finger, and then suddenly sprang up and bit down on Zhang Bin’s finger.
"Ouch! Xiao Qian, why are you biting me?" Zhang Bin cried out in pain. He looked down and saw his finger was broken open and bleeding profusely.
The Little Fox paid him no mind, instead bringing the ring over and letting his blood drip onto it.
"What is Xiao Qian doing?" Zhang Bin asked, his face a mask of confusion.