bestfiction Chapter 41 Heavenly Stone Mica: In the end, I bore the brunt of everything.
Chapter 41 Heavenly Stone Mica: In the end, I bore the brunt of everything.
Despite his injuries not yet fully healed, Zhong Ming confidently began working again when he saw his old profession.
The spiritual energy gradually flowed into the surface of the polished brick. It was very difficult to use one's own power to make the spiritual energy contained within the brick boil together, especially for "high-end" materials like celestial mica.
The pulsating spiritual energy constantly struck the surface of the bricks, but the resulting spiritual energy was negligible, as scarce as dust raised after landing.
The old Taoist priest saw through the trick and stopped him, saying, "No, no, no, disciple, slow down, take your time. Don't rush to cover the entire surface of the brick. Just a small area, the small area that comes into contact with and rubs against the mother and child swords, is enough."
The active spiritual energy contracted, and Zhong Ming breathed heavily. He no longer cared about maintaining appearances in front of his master, focusing all his attention on controlling every bit of spiritual energy and slowly concentrating it on an area the size of his finger.
My spiritual power, obeying your master's command, gather.
Finally, the spiritual energy there loosened, like a patch of melting water appearing on a glacier...
No, even thinner, like the puddles on the street on a rainy day...
No, no, no, it's even thinner; it's the frost on the window in late autumn.
His trembling hands repeatedly tried to lift the mirror-polishing brick, but he failed time and again, unable to maintain a stable spiritual energy while moving the brick.
Ultimately, Zhong Ming made a decision that went against... the wishes of his ancestors.
Let's not let the stone move, let the sword move instead.
The mother and child swords were raised and smashed onto the stone bricks as if dropped accidentally. The areas filled with spiritual energy immediately "stuck" to them.
I'm so sorry.
Zhong Ming apologized in his heart, took a deep breath, and then suddenly exerted force in his arm.
In an instant, a dazzling light burst forth from the snow-white sword, so blinding to others that a mere glance from afar would make them dizzy. But to Zhong Ming, it was a gentle caress.
That was his spiritual power, the residue left after the longsword absorbed his spiritual power and the spiritual power he brought within the mica stone, bursting forth with light in an instant.
Oh, maybe I can handle this problem once I get more familiar with it.
After a brief exchange, Zhong Ming completely lost control of his spiritual power and had no choice but to gather his remaining spiritual power and call it a day.
This sword is even more powerful... Anyway, a weakling at the second level of Qi Refining wouldn't be able to detect this enhancement.
The old Taoist priest nodded, his voice gentle, "Are you tired? Do you feel like your spiritual energy has been drained?"
"Yes, Master, I need to cultivate for a while now."
"Then please make yourselves at home. Here are the two 'magical artifacts' ready to be used."
Zhong Ming was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what was happening.
The Mother-Child Sword can be disassembled into two weapons for use, meaning it can be used for his training.
“Connect the white longsword to the toes, and the black dagger to the fingers.”
He can give it a try. The circulation of the Great Heavenly Cycle only involves the twelve meridians circulating once, but passing through the fingers three times and the toes three times. This will allow him to circulate the Mother Sword three times and the Child Sword three times. With the addition of the Dragon Vein, it is equivalent to having nineteen major meridians.
He immediately took out the remaining mica stones, assumed the "Power to Lift Mountains" stance, and tried to practice the complete technique.
The spiritual energy surged in, flowing from the five hearts into his body. When it passed the white mother sword, Zhong Ming's heart was in his throat. It was the first time he had used his inner spirit to guide the spiritual energy out of his body.
Gradually, as spiritual energy flowed into the mother sword, the faint gilded patterns began to light up. The nineteen crimson patterns all wanted to shine, but the spiritual energy was too weak, too feeble.
Zhong Ming felt the vast spiritual energy about to burst open his meridians, and only two lines on the sword had lit up.
Left with no other choice, he could only lengthen the flow of spiritual energy he absorbed, even allowing some of it to linger briefly in the previous meridian in order to avoid damaging his still-healing body.
But in the end, when most of the spiritual energy surged through the dragon vein, some of the lingering spiritual energy mysteriously disappeared.
Yes, we all know who did it.
The dragon soul was not asleep; it was constantly thinking about stealing something to strengthen itself.
But this time, Zhong Ming wasn't worried. The spiritual energy he obtained far exceeded that of the dragon soul. In the long run, what did he have to fear? The gap between them would only widen.
After completing one full cycle of the Great Circulation, he was exhausted, his head was throbbing, and his eyes were somewhat glazed. His brain desperately needed rest, but one question still lingered in his mind.
"Master, did I absorb the spiritual energy from the longsword during my cultivation just now?"
"Yes, it's a pity your cultivation level is too low, and the efficiency of the Mother-Child Sword has not yet been fully utilized."
The old Taoist priest didn't even look at his apprentices, but quietly beckoned Xiao Zhao and Xiao Yu in and started getting busy.
"But I just 'grinded' it, so wouldn't that mean I was using my spiritual energy to cultivate?"
"Yes, so whose spiritual energy was consumed?"
So in the end, it was the mica stone that bore the brunt of everything.
"Oh... thank you for the gift, Second Master." After saying that, Zhong Ming leaned to one side and fainted.
However, his large face did not touch the cold ground, but was enveloped in warm medicinal liquid after a dizzying sensation.
The bell tolls as the big iron pot boils!
Xiao Yu set up a large pot, and after the old Taoist priest threw it into the pot, Xiao Yu continued to add various medicinal herbs.
Xiao Zhao then stuffed wooden sticks into the bottom of the pot one by one, making the fire burn brightly.
This scene is comparable to a cult ritual.
The old Taoist priest picked up the Heavenly Stone Mica to probe the specific remaining spiritual energy, then picked up the Mother-and-Child Sword to weigh the sword energy. Based on a rough estimate, he concluded that this foolish boy was just lucky despite his simple-mindedness.
The spiritual energy consumed by the Heavenly Stone Mica was roughly divided equally between Zhong Ming and the Longsword, which is a good situation.
Cultivation is very mentally taxing. Ordinary Qi Refining cultivators only circulate their Qi twice a day, which is definitely not as effective as Zhong Ming's practice of sharpening his sword once and cultivating once a day.
When his cultivation reached a higher level, and other cultivators faced almost no restrictions, allowing him to continuously circulate the Great Heavenly Cycle for twelve hours a day, Zhong Ming's "grinding" technique would also be mastered, completed in almost a single breath. His cultivation involved nineteen meridians...
Just think about it.
This is a rather wasteful way to acquire precious treasures. Let's see if we can trick some more treasures from the old stele.
Just a moment ago, the old Taoist priest was lying on the recliner, taking a deep breath of the aroma of burning "wood," and instructed, "Xiao Zhao, add three more sticks in, and make them burn even brighter."
The next moment, he was already standing on the "cat ears" of Cat Mountain, gazing into the distance.
Two dragons are moving through the water.
Won't these two dragons fight?
Could it be a male and a female? It seems the water and fire dragons don't even like each other.
On the other "cat ear" seat, the white-haired girl sat lazily. Seeing the old Taoist priest appear, she dusted off her sleeves and said casually:
"Why don't you provoke them and lure them to the Taoist temple, then we'll take care of them?"
"A sword still needs a wielder."