bestfiction Chapter 23 I Refusal
Chapter 23 I Refusal
Hold your breath, tighten your anus, close your eyes...
Zhong Ming wished he could seal up all seven orifices of his body.
Anyway, there are breathing stones embedded in the dentures, so there's no fear of suffocation.
When the Golden Core cultivator unleashed Buddhist teachings, golden ripples spread around him.
The cultivators present were all displaying their unique abilities. The righteous cultivators were neat and orderly, displaying their five-heart-facing cultivation method, while the unorthodox cultivators... were truly diverse and varied.
Some people kowtow to the ground, while others face upwards with their palms facing the sky; they face downwards with their palms facing the earth, abandoning the path of "natural birth" and taking the path of "earthly nourishment."
Some people reverse the Heavenly Gang, standing upside down with their head on the ground, hands protecting their abdomen, and legs crossed, looking exactly like a bald person. It's probably only a matter of time before they go bald.
Some people stand with their arms outstretched behind them, mouths agape, seemingly swallowing spiritual energy whole. Who knows how much spiritual energy they've consumed, but they certainly haven't escaped the stench of sweat.
......
The Bodhisattva slowly opened his clasped hands, and spirit stones gushed out from between his hands like a fountain, scattering throughout the room and hovering in the air. In an instant, the light of the treasures shimmered, and the light emitted by the six illuminating stones embedded in the ceiling refracted among the countless spirit stones, making everyone in the room feel as if they had fallen into a jewel cave.
Fortunately, Zhong Ming doesn't yet know the exact purchasing power of spirit stones, otherwise he would be gasping in shock and wish he could suck up a spirit stone and hide it in his mouth.
After the "spiritual stone spring water" was exhausted, the Bodhisattva clasped his hands together again. This time, there was nothing fancy about it. As soon as he clasped his hands together, all the spiritual stones exploded instantly, and thick smoke and dust filled the small round room.
To cultivators, a terrifying whirlwind of spiritual energy swept around them, its sheer size and speed of motion truly frightening.
For the first time, everyone experienced what it meant to be overwhelmed by spiritual energy.
Zhong Ming gritted his teeth, guarding his dantian, using his own spiritual energy to block the important nodes of his meridians, striving not to let a single trace of spiritual energy rush into his vital meridians. He would deal with the matter of his flesh and blood later.
Well, to be honest, he just doesn't have the ability to seal off every inch of flesh and blood.
However, amidst the surging spiritual energy, one major vein was unusually active.
Dragon veins.
It draws spiritual energy from flesh and blood. At this moment, the spiritual energy in the dragon vein is so frenzied that it is almost out of control. If the previous impact and injection into the acupoints were controlled by human intervention, now it is indiscriminately impacting the surrounding flesh and blood, stirring up a storm of spiritual energy in order to fully expand the meridians.
Pain, extreme pain.
Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
Zhong Ming's mind wavered, and he could no longer control the sealing of his seven orifices.
The sounds coming from his ears were even more chaotic, and the situation of the others was probably even more frantic than Zhong Ming's.
"I've broken through! I can advance to the next level! I'm at Qi Refining Level 4 now!"
"Bodhisattva, please lead me into Buddhism. I am willing to follow you for all eternity..."
"Cough cough~~ I~~ cough cough~~"
......
Soon, Zhong Ming understood why he was coughing so violently.
Spirit stone powder permeated the entire round room, accumulating on people's bodies like dust as everyone held their breath and concentrated on their cultivation techniques.
The crowd now resembles statues, including the area in front of their noses.
When the cultivators regained their senses, they instinctively took a deep breath.
He inhaled a huge amount of powder, almost coughing up his lungs.
Zhong Ming dared not breathe any longer. He felt that if he relaxed, the dragon vein encircling his waist would explode.
The spiritual energy is not being refined, but rather it is clashing and violently annihilating each other with one's own spiritual energy.
The bursts of spiritual energy caused by the high-speed impact pierced flesh like steel needles, and some of the thicker turbulent currents could even threaten internal organs.
He was completely absorbed in the battle against the dragon vein, unaware of when the ceremony would end or when the Bodhisattva would depart. Only the noise gradually subsided, until finally only a few buzzing sounds remained in his ears.
It is unknown how much time has passed; the mine is isolated from the sun and moon, making it difficult to discern the passage of time.
After the ceremony, the older generation of cultivators, having accumulated their knowledge and skills, all broke through to the next level. Those who were less successful looked unsatisfied and lamented that if they had waited until they reached their bottleneck, they would definitely have been able to break through to the next level.
Only Zhong Ming was sweating profusely, as if everyone around him were devout Buddhists, and he, the demon, was exposed in the radiance of the Bodhisattva.
Zhong Ming slowly opened his eyes. The excruciating pain in his abdomen made it difficult for him to straighten up. His back was also very uncomfortable, with sweat and powder sticking together like cement.
"Hey, the little statue has come to life?"
This statement is completely out of place and doesn't fit Wang's deadpan style at all.
Zhong Ming turned his head with difficulty and saw the old man sitting in a chair, ...
Help the black carp... release it back into the wild.
A bright yellow flame suddenly ignited, and the black carp had already been sliced into pieces, with neatly arranged fish fillets.
"Senior Wang?"
"What are you looking at? This wine isn't going to be shared with you," the old man sighed.
In Zhong Ming's blind spot, the old man was tightly clutching a black jade wine vessel in one hand, looking like a drunkard.
"Kid, what are you thinking? This kind of overwhelming wealth is being thrown in your face, and you're actually risking injury to refuse it? Are you out of your mind?"
The filthy young man forced an awkward smile, but his eyes were bright. "Senior, one should not accept rewards without merit. Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and a blessing may be a misfortune in disguise."
'Those eyes are so beautiful, just like mine when I was young.' The old man thought to himself, quite certain that Zhong Ming had a clear conscience.
"Alas~~" the old man sighed again.
Zhong Ming was also puzzled. Even though he was seriously injured, he wasn't this pessimistic. What was wrong with Senior Wang?
"Senior, were you also injured by the spiritual energy storm?"
"Go away, go away, I'm not some greenhorn like you, a complete idiot!" The old man waved his hand, remained silent for a while, and finally decided to speak.
"What could it be? It's that your cultivation level hasn't broken through yet, of course. The path to immortality is long and arduous. It's very simple: before you embark on the path, you have many troubles—food, clothing, shelter, love, family entanglements… After you begin cultivating, you only have one problem left: why isn't my cultivation level increasing?"
The old man downed another mouthful of liquor.
"Kid, don't you have the motivation to improve your cultivation level at all costs?"
"Yes! I have a grudge against someone."
"Then why did you reject the Bodhisattva of Universal Salvation?"
“Uh…” Zhong Ming was stunned himself.
When did he stop having the idea of risking his life to kill Ko Chun?
She had initially intended to sell herself to the old Taoist priest for the rest of her life in exchange for his help.
"Perhaps I prefer to trust my own hands."
"Haha, my own hands, hahaha."
Go there!
"If you believe your own hands are only good for mining, then I can be here drinking wine and eating grilled fish, and I'm still making more spirit stones than you."
The old man leaned heavily back in his chair, ignoring the chiming of the clock, and began to drink and eat meat while humming a little tune.