Fairy, would you like to discuss the truth with me?

Chapter 19 Pill Formation Spiritual Object

Wu Ren had a long dream.

In the dream, he was not the ridiculous, lazy, ridiculed loser of the Wu family, but a cultivation genius with a third-grade spiritual root.

Since his birth, he has been regarded by everyone as the hope for the family's rise.

When he grew up, he was no longer the son-in-law of the Lu family, but became a member of the Seven Great Sects, had advanced cultivation, and accompanied the fairies day and night...

This dream was so beautiful that Wu Ren couldn't bear to wake up. It wasn't until he couldn't stand the coldness of the stone table that he slowly opened his eyes.

The fairy palace and Taoist temple in the dream disappeared, replaced by a dilapidated and simple small house.

As for the fairy and goddess who were chatting and laughing with him just now, now they are even more...

Not to mention fairies, there wasn't even a maid in the house.

"After all, it's just a dream." Wu Ren stood up, feeling as if he had lost his way.

Rather than being in a mess in reality, he would rather be a son of destiny in his dream, defeat countless geniuses, and attract the admiration of countless fairies and goddesses.

It was really a beautiful dream, like the best wine in the world. Even though I knew it wouldn't change anything, I still felt trapped in it and was willing to get drunk.

It's just that no matter how mellow the wine is, there will be times when you wake up: no matter how beautiful the dream is, you will eventually wake up.

Wu Ren sat on his seat and stared blankly outside the room.

It was only after half a stick of incense that Wu Ren remembered a very crucial question.

Why did he fall asleep like this?

The memory traced back through his thoughts, and finally returned to the scene where the knock on the door sounded.

"I was sitting in the house at that time, and suddenly I heard a knock on the door, and then..." Wu Ren rubbed his swollen temples and muttered to himself while recalling.

Then his eyes widened...

He remembered that when he opened the door, the man in black robe was standing at the door.

Although the hood covered his face, Wu Ren quickly recognized the man based on his silhouette.

He was the man who came out of Lu Qingxuan's room this morning.

The first time he saw this man, Wu Ren felt as if his energy and blood were flowing backwards, and the raging anger rushed directly to his forehead, and then he subconsciously punched the man.

And then... no more.

The other party just waved his hand, and he fainted, and then had a long dream.

"So...it turns out to be like this." Wu Ren staggered back two steps, his face seemed to be crying and smiling at the same time. ,

There is a huge gap between the beauty of dreams and the cruelty of reality. It is under this gap that Wu Ren's mentality faintly collapses.

He panted and sat down on the chair. From the corner of his eye, he noticed a note on the table.

He remembered clearly that he had not put the note on the table, so the origin of the note was obvious.

Wu Ren hesitated for a moment, and finally picked up the note.

There was only one line on the note.

"The taste of Dream Powder is very good, it can give you a wonderful dream... Madam Ling's taste is also very good."

Dream Powder is a tool commonly used by low-level monks to relieve worries. After taking Dream Powder, you can have a good dream and temporarily forget your original worries.

It's just that this kind of thing can only have an effect on monks in the Qi training period.

"what!"

Wu Ren roared like crazy, tore the note into several pieces, looked at the scraps of paper on the ground with scarlet eyes, and finally heard a "pop" sound.

There was a pool of blood on the ground.

Under the double physical and mental torture, Wu Ren's vision gradually became dim, and he closed his eyelids little by little.

Just at the moment when he was about to fall into coma, he saw a faint shadow slowly appear in front of him, the shadow of a man in red robe.

"Do you want to change your life?"

The man in red robe said, his eyes full of greed and teasing.

"Who are you?" Wu Ren woke up a little and said hoarsely: "Also, what do you mean by this?"

"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to tell me if you are willing to change your way of life." The man in red robe was like a demon, seducing: "I can let you have another life, a powerful, A life that is respected by others. As long as you hand this body over to me, I can make your enemies pay the price of blood and make your name resound across the entire continent."

"Leave my body to you?" Wu Ren was already groggy at the moment. After hesitating for less than two seconds, he nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you."

Rather than living like a waste, letting others use their bodies to create glory may be a better choice.

"Okay, deal." The man in red robe showed a satisfied smile, and then pointed on Wu Ren's forehead.

The next moment, he turned into a red light and entered Wu Ren's body.

Wu Ren, who was originally in a very bad state, suddenly felt an evil, cold power forcefully poured in, flowing almost crazily through his internal organs.

In an instant, all the tiredness and exhaustion disappeared, replaced by a severe pain.

Wu Ren could feel that this power was forcibly swallowing his soul. If he really succeeded, he might really disappear from this world completely.

Wu Ren suddenly regretted it.

"So what if I can really become famous, I can't enjoy it." He murmured, then widened his eyes and roared: "I...I regret it, get out of my body now. "

"It's too late." The red-robed man's voice sounded in Wu Ren's body, "The moment I enter your body, only one of you and I is destined to survive. Instead of being despised like an ant, and then living this life..." It’s better to give this opportunity to me in your life.”

"No, I don't want..."

The two souls are devouring each other in the body... The red-robed man's cultivation level is obviously much higher, but because he is only one soul, and because he is now in Wu Ren's body, it is Wu Ren's home court. Although he has the upper hand for a while, But Wu Ren couldn't be solved instantly.

"I beg you, please leave my body. My qualifications are very poor. You can't go far even if you take my body." Wu Ren resisted and begged: "As long as you let me go, I will definitely help you." You find a perfect body... I know there is someone in Moyang City, his qualifications are much better than mine, and he also has Lei Linggen, I can..."

Before Wu Ren finished speaking, he felt another large piece of his soul being swallowed up.

"No." The red-robed man smiled wantonly, "This spell can only let me take away your body once, so you must die here today.

Stop resisting. What's the point of living like this? You might as well give your body to me. I can make your mediocre life shine with brilliance. " "no, do not want. "Wu Ren wailed, but after all, he was much weaker than the man in red robe. Although he could stand strong for a while, he would inevitably decline in the end.

What followed was a devastating defeat. He was unable to stop the invasion of the red-robed man, and could only feel the disappearance of his consciousness bit by bit.

Scenes of memories from the past years appeared before my eyes.

There is a scene of being teased by his elder brother when he was young!

There is a scene of being coldly scolded by his father!

There are scenes of people being ignored!

At the moment when consciousness was about to disappear, Wu Ren suddenly thought of that afternoon many years ago.

His legs were broken, and he lay on the ground, looking at the retreating young man's back, as if he was looking at the biggest nightmare in his life.

"Why not me, I hate..."

While there was still the last trace of consciousness, Wu Ren lay on the table and said in an almost imperceptible voice.

……

Moyang City, Su Family.

Su Xuan was sitting on the futon. He had just finished a week of breathing and was about to continue practicing the "Thunder Mysterious Bone Technique" when a system voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

[It has been detected that the Tao Heart of the Son of Destiny "Wu Ren" has been broken to 80%. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the elixir-forming spiritual object - Qingyou Water]

"Qingyou water?" Su Xuan raised his eyebrows, and then a look of laughter appeared on his face, "How come this is in conflict with the pill-forming spiritual object?"

If Su Xuan was allowed to choose by himself, he would prefer to obtain treasures, techniques and other things than these pill-forming spiritual objects.

Of course, this does not mean that the value of a pill-formed spiritual object is low... In some places, the price of a pill-formed spiritual object is even seven to eight thousand low-grade spiritual stones, which is more expensive than a foundation-building pill.

After all, the elixir-forming spiritual object determines the quality of the elixir formed.

There are four types of elixir formation, namely low-grade elixir formation, medium-grade elixir formation, high-grade elixir formation and perfect elixir formation.

For a middle-grade pill-forming monk, the purity of his spiritual power after forming a pill will be twice that of a low-grade monk.

By analogy, the top grade is twice that of the middle grade, and the spiritual purity of a monk with perfect elixir formation can be twice that of the top grade...

Not only that, the quality of the pill formation will also affect the success rate of condensing Xuan Ying in the future.

Two monks with the same spiritual root quality and the same cultivation techniques, if one is a middle-grade pill-former and the other is a low-grade pill-former, then the success rate of the former when breaking through to the Xuanying realm is 20% higher than that of the latter.

Of course, the difference in forming pills also means the difference in resources invested. Different levels of pill forming require different amounts of pill-forming spiritual objects.

Low-grade pill formation does not require a pill-forming spiritual object, mid-grade pill-forming requires one pill-forming spiritual object, and high-grade pill formation requires three spiritual objects.

However, the properties of the pill-forming spiritual object must match the spiritual root attributes of the monk. Just like a monk whose spiritual root attributes are metal, wood, and fire, the water-type pill-forming spiritual object will not be able to help him. On the contrary, it may cause The elixir formation failed.

Another point is that the number of attributes in the spiritual root determines which elixir formation methods a monk can choose. If a monk only has two attributes in his spiritual root, then he can only perform mid-level elixir formation at best, and will never be able to form a high-level elixir in this life.

It is precisely for this reason that the fewer the spiritual root attributes, the fewer options are available when forming elixirs... This is one of the reasons why today's monks believe that the fewer spiritual root attributes, the lower the combat power of the same level.

In addition to the above three methods of elixir formation, there is also a perfect elixir formation method.

If a monk can form a perfect elixir, it is almost certain that he will have a hard time meeting an opponent at the same level in the future...

But the conditions for perfect elixir formation are also quite stringent.

The spiritual root must have at least five attributes, and each attribute must have a corresponding elixir-forming spiritual object.

Su Xuan originally wanted to pursue high-grade pill-forming, but Wu Ren, a "big fat sheep", provided him with three kinds of pill-forming spiritual objects.

If there is any opportunity in the future, and I go to the sect to exchange contribution points for a spiritual object, maybe there will really be a possibility of perfect elixir formation...

Thinking of this, Su Xuan let out a breath, with a look of expectation in his eyes.

He took out Qingmu Bamboo, Red Geng Gold and Qingyou Water from the storage bag. Just as Su Xuan felt the pure spiritual power inside them, the sound of the system came to his ears again.

[It has been detected that the broken heart of the Son of Destiny "Wu Ren" has reached 100%. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the ancient secret technique "Mysterious Refining"]

The moment he heard the sound of the system, Su Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then the surprise of receiving the reward did not appear on his face. Instead, his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were full of solemnity.

"Something's wrong!" He muttered, and his brain began to work rapidly.

He has obtained this system for more than 20 years, and has hunted many protagonists during this period, so he is quite familiar with the system's "Dao Heart Broken Detection Function".

If the previous use of Dream Powder on Wu Ren had really caused such a big blow to him, then the system benefits would directly show that Wu Rendao's heart was broken to 100%, and then the rewards would be issued twice in a row without a gap in between. The second message pops up again.

In other words, something must have happened in the middle, causing Wu Ren to receive a second blow...

Su Xuan frowned and thought for a moment, but in the end he couldn't think of a possible situation.

There was a faint worry in his heart, a worry caused by something beyond his expectation.

"Next time I see Wu Ren, use the Eye of Insight on him again." Su Xuan breathed out and thought to himself, he has to work harder these days. As his strength increases, he will be able to deal with any dangers he encounters. means.

It just so happened that he felt that his cultivation bottleneck was loosening slightly in the past few days. It was estimated that he would break through to the late stage of foundation building in these few days...

After letting out a breath, Su Xuan turned his attention to the reward he had just received.

That ancient secret technique - "Mysterious Refining".

Su Xuan still has some understanding of the secret technique.

The magic in this world can be divided into two major types, namely magic and secret magic.

Spells are created for the purpose of fighting. Whether it is fireball or golden blade for attack, wood armor or earth escape for defense, or even wind movement for chasing or escaping, as long as you can use Come to fight, all can be called spells.

The focus of secret art is logistics, or life. It cannot be used in a fight, or it has little impact on the outcome of a fight, but its practicality in a monk's life is not small.

For example, when spiritual farmers plant spiritual grains, the rainfall technique used is the most common and simplest secret technique.

Another example is that Medicine King Valley, one of the top seven sects, masters a secret technique that can make the quality of refined elixirs far superior to those refined by other alchemists...

Secret skills have no grades, but they also have differences in strength and weakness.

Su Xuan was looking forward to what kind of surprise this "Mysterious Refining" could give him.

(End of this chapter)