Wu Shattered Star River

Jiang Han was about to leave, but Ma Shankui suddenly spoke, suggesting that he improve his realm more, and then said that he would build an eight-layered altar in half a year.

This was obviously a hint to him.

Jiang Han was not stupid, how could he miss such a good opportunity? This Ma Shankui didn't seem to have a high realm, but he was able to sit in the Flying Immortal Palace's most important treasure land, the Three Secret Realms. How could he be an ordinary martial artist?

Jiang Han naturally came over to ask for advice.

After Ma Shankui said a sentence, he didn't speak again. Jiang Han was not in a hurry to urge him, and watched Ma Shankui carving from the side.

Ma Shankui was carving a woman, and there were several finished products next to her. The carved women had different shapes, but their bodies were similar, with graceful figures and elegant temperaments.

However, these wooden sculptures all had one problem: none of them had facial features, no face.

"Tsk tsk!"

Jiang Han looked at it a few times and continued to flatter him: "Banner Master's carving skills are exquisite and full of charm. These statues are all different in shape, but they are all the same person. Moreover, their temperament is elegant and deeply rooted. Disciple admires you."

Ma Shankui glanced at Jiang Han sideways and said, "I'm a little thirsty. I haven't drunk Longtip Tea from Wangyue Lake for many years."

Jiang Han's eyes lit up, and he quickly stood up and said, "Banner Master, please wait a moment, disciple will be right back."

After speaking, Jiang Han quickly left. He returned to the small courtyard, but Jiang Lang was not there.

He searched around Blood Moon Peak before finding Jiang Lang, who was hugging a pretty woman and drinking wine in a hidden corner.

"Build an eight-layered altar in half a year? Are you kidding me?"

Jiang Lang didn't quite believe it. The Mountain and Sea Altar was not comparable to the Violet Palace Altar or the Mysterious Abyss Altar. Even if there were endless mysterious materials, the speed couldn't be so fast.

"Just leave it alone!"

Regardless of whether it was true or false, Jiang Han wanted to try it. He said, "Go and get me half a kilogram of Longtip Tea."

"Are you dreaming?"

Jiang Lang glared and said, "Do you know where Wangyue Lake is? It's in the middle of Wangyue Island, where the headquarters of Wangyue Pavilion is located."

"There is only one Longtip Tea tree in the center of the lake, and it only produces a few kilograms of Longtip Tea a year, all of which are divided up by the higher-ups of Wangyue Pavilion. You still want half a kilogram? An ounce of tea is worth tens of millions of mysterious stones, and there is no market for it."

"Damn, Old Ma is a bit ruthless..."

Jiang Han looked at each other in dismay. He originally thought it was just a little tea, how expensive could it be? He didn't expect an ounce to cost tens of millions of mysterious stones?

"Forget it!"

Jiang Han gritted his teeth and said, "Go and get me an ounce. Tens of millions of mysterious stones, I'll pay!"

"Alright."

Jiang Lang didn't try to persuade him further and got up to leave.

Jiang Han returned to the small courtyard to wait. He waited for most of the day, and Jiang Lang didn't come back until it was almost night. He threw a small jar to Jiang Han and said, "Only two ounces, the best I could do, and it cost me 30 million mysterious stones."

"Brother Lang is awesome!"

Jiang Han picked up the small jar and ran out. Jiang Lang angrily said, "Damn... Where are the mysterious stones? Aren't you paying?"

"Put it on the bill first, I'll pay you back when I have it!"

Jiang Han left a sentence and floated away, making Jiang Lang jump and curse.

Returning to the Secret Realm Hall, Ma Shankui was still carving with his head down. Jiang Han trot over to take out the teapot and was about to make tea for Ma Shankui.

"Stop!"

Ma Shankui put down the wood, took the small jar, and said, "Don't waste such good tea."

As he spoke, Ma Shankui took out an old teapot, a jar of clear water, and a small stove.

He busied himself for a while, brewed the tea, and then smelled it deliciously for a while, took a leisurely sip, shook his head, and said, "This is the taste, it's really fragrant."

Jiang Han didn't understand tea, but he smelled a refreshing fragrance. He didn't rush and just sat quietly on the side.

Ma Shankui closed his eyes, slowly finished a pot of tea, then glanced at Jiang Han and said, "Do you want to take the path of the Thunder Saint Physique?"

"Old Ma is amazing!"

Jiang Han flattered him again and said, "You are so insightful, you can't hide anything from you."

"Saint Physique!"

Ma Shankui sighed slightly and said, "There are billions of martial artists in this world, who doesn't want to take the path of the Saint Physique? However, in ten thousand years, no more than a hundred people have successfully condensed the Saint Physique. This path is too difficult."

Jiang Han nodded and said, "Old Ma is right, but I want to try it. If it doesn't work, it won't be too late to condense other mysterious materials later."

"I heard that you have awakened many supernatural powers?"

Ma Shankui glanced at Jiang Han again. This time, without waiting for Jiang Han to answer, he said, "Do you know what supernatural powers are?"

Jiang Han quickly sat up straight and asked respectfully, "Please enlighten me, Old Ma."

"Supernatural powers are the seeds of the Great Dao!"

Ma Shankui said lightly, "After the Mysterious Abyss Realm, martial artists build altars and begin to condense mysterious materials. What are mysterious materials? They are the essence of the various elements of heaven and earth, containing some incomplete laws of the Great Dao of heaven and earth."

"When martial artists build altars, they condense the mysterious materials into them. It is equivalent to integrating some incomplete laws of the Great Dao of heaven and earth into the body. When martial artists condense mysterious materials, they will slowly comprehend some rules of the Great Dao themselves, and finally awaken some supernatural powers."

"Supernatural powers are the seeds of the Great Dao, or the fur of the Great Dao, the weakest application of the rules of the Great Dao!"

Ma Shankui's explanation was simple and profound, and Jiang Han understood it immediately. He nodded slightly, not daring to speak, with an expression of listening attentively.

Ma Shankui paused and continued, "The speed of building the altar depends on how to perfectly integrate these mysterious materials together. Because different mysterious materials will repel each other."

"Normal condensation requires repeated testing, verification, and deduction. This requires a lot of mysterious materials and a lot of time."

"If—"

"When condensing mysterious materials, you don't need to consider the mutual generation and restraint between mysterious materials, and forcibly fuse them together. Wouldn't that save a lot of time? Wouldn't that speed up the construction of the altar?"

Ma Shankui put forward a hypothesis, but Jiang Han listened with shock.

Seeing Ma Shankui looking at him, he quickly said, "That won't work, Old Ma! If the mysterious materials are mutually restrained, they cannot be forcibly fused. Even if they are forcibly fused, it is easy to cause the altar to be unstable, eventually leading to the collapse of the entire altar."

Several things that repel each other, forcibly fusing them together, even if they are temporarily at peace, will cause big problems sooner or later.

The altar is built layer by layer. If something suddenly goes wrong with the altar below, the upper layers of the altar may collapse, and something big will happen.

It's like a tall building. When you are laying the foundation, the stones you use are hollow and forcibly piled up.

Maybe there will be no problems in the short term, but as the floors get higher and higher, what will happen when the hollow stones can't bear the pressure?

The hollow stone bursts, the foundation is destroyed, and the entire tall building will collapse.

"That's right!"

Ma Shankui smiled mysteriously and said, "You are right, but if—with the help of external force, all the attributes of these mysterious materials are melted. So that they no longer restrain each other? Will the speed be faster?"

"It's like a pile of iron ore. You definitely can't forcibly put them together. But if you use high temperature to melt them all, turn them into molten iron, and remove their impurities, can you melt them into a whole piece of iron? You can even melt it into a stronger black iron?"

"This..."

Jiang Han's eyes widened slightly, as if he had opened the door to a new world.

His mind was spinning rapidly. After a while, he stared at Ma Shankui and said, "Old Ma, do you mean... When condensing mysterious materials, find a way to use external force to quench these mysterious materials, so that they no longer restrain each other, so that they no longer repel each other?"

"A promising child!"

Ma Shankui nodded slightly.

A look of joy appeared on Jiang Han's face. If it could really be done, then the speed of condensing mysterious materials to build the altar would be increased several times, and the mysterious materials needed for cultivation would be reduced a lot.

Jiang Han took a deep breath, straightened out his thoughts, and got up and asked, "Please enlighten me, Old Ma, how to use external force? How to quench mysterious materials?"

This was the most crucial point, and Jiang Han couldn't think of any way.

After all, the mysterious materials were condensed into the body. It was impossible to enter the furnace yourself and burn them with fire, right?

That would only burn out a pile of ashes...

"It's very simple!"

A teasing smile appeared on the corner of Ma Lao's mouth. He glanced at Jiang Han and said, "You are condensing thunder attribute mysterious materials. The best way is to introduce heavenly thunder into your body when you build the altar."

"In other words—cultivate while being struck by lightning!"

Plop!

Jiang Han's body trembled, his legs went weak, and he sat down on the ground.