Staying In The World Of Cultivation

Chapter 60: Golem

In early autumn, a gust of wind blew, mixed with the water vapor from the river surface, bringing a slight chill to the air.

The Qingcang River stretched endlessly, vast and mighty.

At first glance, the river water seemed still, but occasional whirlpools revealed its unpredictable nature.

Su Fan stood at the bow of the boat, occasionally seeing the shadows of sails on the river.

Looking into the distance, the green mountains were nowhere to be seen; the vastness of the world made him feel a sense of boundless loneliness.

After leaving the Sishui Ferry, Su Fan didn't dare to be too conspicuous and disguised himself as an ordinary person before returning to Luqu County.

He rented a cargo ship and sailed north along the Qingcang River.

The owner of this ship was a father and son who transported goods on the Qingcang River and occasionally took a few passengers.

The ship never stopped, and it had been sailing on the Qingcang River for several days.

"Guest, the fish is ready..." Su Fan turned around and saw the ship owner holding a large porcelain basin, bringing it into his cabin.

The ship owner put down the basin and walked out of the cabin, smiling and greeting Su Fan, then secretly sizing up his figure.

This guest looked thin, but had a huge appetite. This large basin of stewed fish would be enough for the two of them to eat for several days.

Su Fan entered the cabin and sat at the desk, taking out a bottle of wine from his storage bag.

He bought it at the Luqu County dock, not a famous wine, but something that people who run boats on the river all year round buy. It was known for its strong taste.

On the desk, there was a large porcelain basin with a diameter of about two feet, stewed with several fat and plump river fish.

The ship owner's cooking skills were average, but he was generous with the ingredients. The thick sauce made it taste unique.

Su Fan picked up the wine jug and took a sip.

"Hiss..." The liquor was like a ball of fire, scorching his throat.

At this time of the year, taking a sip made his whole body feel warm.

Su Fan devoured the large basin of stewed fish, not leaving a single fish bone.

He patted his stomach, feeling about eighty percent full.

There was no other choice. He didn't want to take out the Spirit Rice, and the food on the ship wouldn't last him two days.

Fortunately, on the river, the ship owner could catch some river fish every day, otherwise he would have to rely on dried meat.

Su Fan sat cross-legged and began to cultivate the second level of the "Heavenly Demon Sacred Body Technique".

The Dao seeds in his body rotated vigorously.

The raging heat, like a rolling current, ran rampant in his body.

As the technique circulated repeatedly, the restless demonic energy followed the circulation path of the technique, constantly refining his flesh, tendons, fascia, bones, and marrow, causing a burning pain as if being licked by flames.

The demonic energy entered his sea of consciousness, repeatedly tempering his divine soul.

The torment of the physical body could be endured even if it was painful.

But the taste of the demonic energy ravaging the divine soul was too painful.

It felt as if millions of steel needles were constantly stirring in his brain, making him wish for death.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Fan slowly stopped his cultivation.

At this moment, his body was almost numb, and his hands and feet had lost sensation.

After resting for a while, Su Fan opened the game panel.

"Heavenly Demon Sacred Body Technique (Rank Two): 38/200"

The progress of cultivation was damn fast, but the process was so damn torturous, like being in hell.

Anyway, let's complete the cultivation of the second level first.

After suffering so much, he had to achieve the "Pure Yang Body".

Su Fan sighed and took out a sword from his storage bag.

During those days in the Demon Burial Mound, he finally discovered a clue on this sword.

Now this sword was even darker than before, as black as ink.

The dense and numerous inscriptions on the blade, although still not very clear, had already revealed a lot.

Su Fan speculated that it should be related to killing a large number of foreign evil demons.

Because every time he killed a transformed evil demon, the sword would emit a faint light.

If it was really related to evil demons, then this sword must have been around for quite some time.

At least it could be traced back to the era when the Great Principle Heaven invaded the cultivation world.

Su Fan didn't pay much attention to it anyway. No matter how you looked at it, this sword didn't look like a Law Treasure.

Since it was handy to use, he would continue to use it.

He put the sword into his storage bag and took out several storage bags, all confiscated from the people of the Luo Tian Sect.

The largest one was a five-element storage bag, which came from the leader of the Luo Tian Sect.

There were over a thousand spirit stones, with more than twenty of them being middle-grade spirit stones.

There were only two Law Weapons, both low-grade Law Weapons that Su Fan didn't care about, just goods to exchange for spirit stones.

Several bottles of elixirs, dozens of talismans, and some miscellaneous items, none of which caught Su Fan's attention.

The other storage bags were even more shabby, with only a little over three hundred spirit stones.

Elixirs and talismans like these wouldn't sell for much in the market.

The people taught by Luo Tian are just a bunch of poor bastards.

Su Fan put everything into the storage bags, leaving only a statue.

Although he couldn't name the statue, from its appearance, he could tell it was a demonic creature from another realm.

The statue was only a little over three inches tall, and its material was indiscernible.

It was covered in bone armor and bone spikes, with a particularly strange and eerie face, mouth wide open, revealing a pair of ferocious fangs.

There were several strange characters carved on the front, and the rest was covered in intricate and eerie patterns, similar to those on the demonic altar in the demon mound.

It seemed to have been covered in dust for a long time, appearing dull and lifeless.

There were fine cracks all over, indicating that it must be thousands or even tens of thousands of years old.

Su Fan thought for a moment, then took out his sword from the storage bag.

He placed the sword on the statue, and something strange happened.

Endless black smoke poured out from the statue's eyes, as if it was still emitting a mournful howl.

The wisps of black smoke were instantly devoured by the sword.

"Buzz..."

The statue trembled violently, as if it had produced a trace of vitality, connecting with a distant aura.

Su Fan felt as if there were a pair of eyes watching him in the depths of his mind.

But in just an instant, that feeling disappeared.

Su Fan breathed a sigh of relief. It was too damn scary.

At this moment, the sword in his hand seemed to tremble with joy, and the faint light on the blade flickered a few times before calming down.

Su Fan looked at the statue in his hand, which had already cracked into several pieces.

He stood up and walked out of the cabin, throwing the fragments of the statue into the Qingcang River.

This Luo Tianjiao shouldn't be so simple. It might have some connection with the Great Principle Heaven from another realm.

Just as Su Fan was about to enter the cabin, his gaze suddenly froze.

He turned around and saw several cultivators controlling Law Weapons flying towards him in the distance.

Su Fan felt a little nervous. They couldn't be coming for him, could they?

The figures of several black-robed cultivators swiftly passed over the river's surface and disappeared into the distance.

In this world, cultivators from both the immortal and demonic paths rarely appeared in the mortal world.

Judging from their attire, they should be disciples of some demonic sect.

After a while, several figures flew past in the sky.

After circling around for a while, the groups of cultivators left one by one.

Su Fan took a deep breath. These disciples of the demonic sect should have sensed the aura of the statue just now.

He couldn't be so reckless in the future.

And that Luo Tianjiao, if he ever encountered him again, he should keep his distance.

Zhao Country, Longjiang County, Qionghua Prefecture.

Not far from the pier, the crowd was bustling.

Numerous cargo ships loaded with salt, tea, and grain gathered here.

Not far away, a magnificent ancient city stood tall on the riverbank, with a towering city wall over three zhang high, exuding a solemn and majestic atmosphere.

The huge city gate stood tall, with a constant flow of people and a team of powerful guards stationed there. A large number of caravans and horse teams gathered here, entering the city, indicating the prosperity of this place.

Su Fan jumped off the cargo ship and followed the crowd into the city.

He wandered around the city, strolling through the streets and alleys for over two hours, visiting several well-known restaurants in Qionghua Prefecture.

He ate several banquets before finally filling his stomach.

Su Fan also found several well-known taverns in the city and bought dozens of barrels of strong liquor.

As a city built along the river, it was still bustling even at night.

The city was crowded with pedestrians and bustling with activity.

In a teahouse by the river, the waiter enthusiastically opened the curtain and invited Su Fan in.

Entering the teahouse, a wave of hot steam rushed towards him.

There was a buzzing noise in his ears, with lively chatter and a lively atmosphere.

Su Fan found a table, ordered some tea and snacks, and listened to the people nearby chatting.

He would soon return to the cultivation world, and who knows when he would return to the mortal world.

It would be difficult to find such a down-to-earth place in the future.

At this moment, Su Fan felt someone looking at him from the side.

He calmly turned his head and saw an old man at the neighboring table, smiling at him.

(End of this chapter)