From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Next to the dilapidated terrace.

The three of them sat on the gravel around a bonfire. Several of the top talents in the village went out to investigate the causes and consequences of their companions' deaths, but since none of them were professionals, there had been no progress.

An iron pot was roasting over the bonfire, in it was stewed large chunks of chopped snake soup. Before the Holy Child Pearl of the Gu Body was born, all kinds of poisonous insects and strange snakes gathered together, and the hunters took the opportunity to harvest quite a few.

Jiang Yuan took a sip of the aged deer antler wine. This was the biggest reason why he was willing to sit down.

The White-robed Vajra was promoted to a celestial being from a pure warrior, his Yin spirit entered the second realm, the quality of his natal flying sword's instant kill was improved, and he obtained a semi-immortal weapon that was rare in the world.

He has already made a lot of money.

Ma Xianhong waved his hand, and a tall, middle-aged man came over from a distance. He had fierce eyes, protruding joints, and extremely rough palms. He had a heavy bone structure and every step was steady. The most important thing was that his nose was crooked, with many traces of fighting.

"This is Liu Dang. He is my guest just like the two of you. Taoist Wuyou agreed to compete with Liu Dang, but he said the prerequisite is that he does not disobey the master's orders. I wonder if Jiang Jianxian can agree to it."

"Yes."

Wang Ye: “Ah?”

"I don't mind trouble, but I don't mind trouble for others." Jiang Yuan drank the aged deer antler wine in his hand.

Wang Ye stood up listlessly. He thought his brother would refuse on his behalf, but he didn't expect that he was bribed.

"Master, be careful."

After the reminder, Liu Dang threw a punch fearlessly. His force was of standard quality and his muscles moved smoothly. The only ordinary people who could match him were a handful of people at the top of their fighting skills.

But in response, Wang just dodged and retreated, then hit him on the wrist with a Tai Chi palm and threw him away.

"It is indeed a body that has been tempered through countless hammering and grinding, but after exerting force, there is no trace of Qi training at all. What does it mean, Village Chief Ma? You should know that he has no chance of winning."

Wang Ye's attitude was not very friendly. It was a bit presumptuous of him to condone Liu Dang's challenge. If it were his elder brother, there would be absolutely no concept of competition and he would kill as soon as he attacked.

Ma Xianhong's expression remained unchanged. He invited the two to follow him, and stood up and said, "The Liu Dang you saw is indeed an ordinary person. As a guy who is extremely obsessed with fighting, he is well-known in his circle. If he hadn't met that young student in the boxing gym, he would probably still be working hard for various competitions now."

Liu Dang took over the conversation and recounted his previous experiences, holding a bowl of stewed snake soup in his hand.

A few months ago, he was still training in the boxing gym. A young man came to the gym. He was about fifteen or sixteen years old. From the way he walked, it was obvious that he was a complete amateur, but his progress was astonishing.

A month later, he challenged Liu Dang.

The result was that Liu Dang won, but he actually burst out with all his strength when facing this newcomer. This was incredible, because even if several ordinary strong men were added together, they would not be his opponent after he let go of his hands and feet. The newcomer had not even grown his body yet, so this should not have happened anyway.

Liu Dang approached and asked, and took the other party out for a few days of drinking and partying before he found out the news of the new master.

The two of them went there together. They originally thought that the so-called master was a master blacksmith, but they didn't expect that he was just an ordinary craftsman who stuck to the traditional blacksmithing skills in this era.

The newbie's master was very easy to talk to. He politely declined Liu Dang's request to be his apprentice, but taught him a special breathing method and kept it to pass on his blacksmithing skills.

Sadly, a month later, nothing had changed.

The new master admitted that Liu Dang did not have the qualifications and that he could stay but he would not get what he wanted.

Liu Dang thought that he could not waste his time, so he left the blacksmith shop and trained frantically after returning. However, his improvement in the competition field did not bring him fulfillment, but instead caused him endless disappointment. Because he knew that this little progress was actually negligible.

At this point, Liu Dang became discouraged and simply gave up boxing, spending his days hanging out in the pub.

Until last week, when he had a fight in the tavern and his fist had connected with his opponent's jaw, the new guy's features suddenly dawned on him: the two guys were the same kind of people.

Afterwards, Liu Dang followed the villagers who had gone out for a drink back and learned from Ma Xianhong that what he lacked was the qualifications for refining Qi.

"Two Taoist priests, is it really impossible for me to be like you?" Liu Dang said in a low voice. He actually already knew the answer, but he just didn't give up. He clearly saw the scenery on the mountain.

"No way, aptitude can't determine everything..." Wang Ye glanced at someone, "Well, actually this statement is not entirely true. In short, wealth, friends, Dharma and land are all indispensable. The premise is that you have to cross the threshold before you can consider these. This threshold is whether you can sense Qi. Even if it is horizontal training, you must have true Qi to stimulate potential and replenish loss. Otherwise, it is like the conclusion of modern science that excessive oxygen consumption will accelerate aging. Do you understand what I mean?"

Ma Xianhong looked at Wang Ye twice. This strange Taoist in the third realm had a lot of patience towards ordinary people that even he did not have.

"Okay." Jiang Yuan said.

Wang Ye: "..."

If you're not my brother, then what I say is nonsense.

The snake soup splashed out and the soup spilled onto the ground. Liu Dang held the iron tongs on the pot tightly and tried his best to make the trembling voice sound less offensive.

"Please teach me, Master."

Ma Xianhong stopped. He originally planned to take the two of them to see the self-cultivation furnace, but he didn't expect someone to do something unexpected.

At Jiang Yuan's fingertips, a talisman appeared out of thin air. He used his sword as a pen and used the technique of painting to draw a desolate mural on it. In the painting, there was an immortal palace with pavilions and singing stages all over the water. Every detail was lifelike. At the same time, a wisp of black smoke came out of the semi-immortal soldier, the Holy Child Pearl of the Gu Body in the small world. The two combined and the Zhenling Gu was born.

The basis of this kind of Gu lies in the imitation of "transforming into seeds with the sword".

In short, it is to let the Zhenling Gu replace the human body.

The person carrying the Gu can practice cultivation, but all the results depend on the Zhenling Gu. Without the Gu worm, all the cultivation will be in vain. In addition, the Zhenling Gu has not eaten anything, so it can effectively adapt to the external environment and will not die suddenly due to accidents.

"Just swallow it."

Jiang Yuan threw out the Zhenling Gu. Four hundred years later, the whole world would be his granary. This thing was made by him, so it would be very easy to take it back then.

"Can his children inherit the qualifications?" Ma Xianhong asked.

"Yes, as long as the host doesn't starve to death, the Zhenling Gu can reproduce." Jiang Yuan replied. In the small world, the spiral turtle was collecting the flesh and blood of sandworms to supply the Holy Child Pearl of the Gu body, in order to make up for the loss of that trace of black air.

Faced with the hope of the otherworldly, although the insect looked ferocious, Liu Dang swallowed it without hesitation.

It was like a line of fire entering the throat, but the insect did not go directly to the abdomen. Instead, it bit open the blood vessels and entered the heart. Before leaving, the special substance secreted by its tail healed the wound.

In an instant, there is a world of difference.

Liu Dang opened his eyes, raised his hands blankly to catch the "moth" in front of him, as if he was getting to know the world for the first time.

(End of this chapter)