Mortal Cultivator

Wang Lu rushed over and pushed aside the rubble, revealing a complete skeleton. A small sword was forked on the skeleton's chest, and a small cloth bag was slung around his waist. There were three bottles and four emerald gems scattered on the ground.

"This is a spiritual stone!"

Wang Lu was overjoyed, and with shining eyes, he picked up the four gems on the ground and looked at them carefully. According to the original owner's memory, the spiritual stone recorded in one of the volumes of the Wang family's collection of generations looked exactly like this.

The spiritual stone was crystal clear, and spiritual energy surrounded it.

After stroking the spiritual stone for a while, Wang Lu reluctantly put it down, picked up a few bottles and shook them, but unfortunately they were all empty, so he had to put down a few bottles in disappointment.

Putting down the bottles, Wang Lu reached into his arms and took out a blue book, [Naqi Jue Gongfa].

He hurriedly opened the first page, and saw vivid human figures and magic formulas on it. He flipped through the pages one by one, and found that there were both gong and magic in the martial arts. Gong was the most basic Qi intake, and magic was some basic magic of immortals.

Take Qi into the body and nourish yourself...

Wang Lu carefully flipped through the introductory magic formula on the first page. Although he had read it many times, he still carefully imitated the human figure on it, not daring to make any mistakes.

He crossed his legs and held a spirit stone in each hand.

After everything was done, Wang Lu began to close his eyes and recite the magic formula to get rid of distracting thoughts.

If you want to practice, you must first calm your mind and drive away distractions.

Let your mind be empty of all thoughts and have nothing else in your mind.

He followed the breathing method on the Qi intake formula and began to adjust his breathing, which slowly became rhythmic.

Over and over again, gradually, Wang Lu felt a trace of heat coming from the palm of his hand and gathering towards the Dantian.

Not daring to be distracted, Wang Lu continued to recite the spell to stabilize his mind. After he calmed down completely, he guided the heat flow to the line on the atlas to circulate once and twice, and finally returned to the Dantian, once and twice.

Cycle after cycle.

One hour... two hours...

After three hours, Wang Lu, who was practicing, was interrupted by hunger. He felt that he was still some distance away from the first level of Qi Refining in the atlas. Looking at the two spirit stones in his hands, they were slightly dimmed. Suddenly, he exclaimed.

"Huh? How did my hand get better?"

Wang Lu looked at his hand in surprise. Although it was still stained with blood, it was much better than the previous redness and swelling. Seeing the visible changes in his body, he was overjoyed and smiled.

However, the hunger in his stomach made Wang Lu quickly think about it. He stretched out his hand to pull out the small sword on the chest of the monk on the ground. After taking a look, it was obviously much better than his.

After packing up other relics, Wang Lu stepped out of the cave.

The incandescent sunlight was shining down, and he quickly covered his eyes with his hands. After a long pause, he looked at the Black Water Mountains like a monkey looking into the distance.

After estimating the distance, he felt that with his current body, he should be able to reach it before dark.

There was no other way. In this icy and snowy place, most animals ran to this mountain range, and he could only go there to look for opportunities. Fortunately, after being nourished by spiritual energy, he felt strong and powerful without eating anything, unlike before.

He rushed all the way, crossing mountains and ridges.

After a few cups of tea, he finally reached the edge of the Black Water Mountains.

"Roar..."

There were roars of animals, and the traces of various animals were revealed on the ground. It was obviously not as desolate as outside. Along the way, Wang Lu also found a pattern. The closer to the Black Water Mountains, the higher the temperature.

Stepping into a small forest, there were many shrubs in the forest that blocked Wang Lu's sight. He carefully slowed down his pace, and the weapon in his hand became the small sword he had just obtained, and the blade flashed with cold light.

Suddenly, he stopped, as if he heard something, and looked in one direction.

A rustling sound came from a bush.

Wang Lu tiptoed over and gently pushed aside the bushes. A big wild boar with black hair turned its back to him. The wild boar was digging snow and eating grass roots. Its black hair was thick and dense, and it was obviously living a comfortable life, but he gave up the idea.

This big wild boar might not be taken down by two strong men. It has thick skin and sharp fangs. It might be half-dead by the digging. Even if he has a small sword, he feels unsure.

After leaving the bushes here, Wang Lu turned to the other side, carefully pushing aside clusters of bushes along the way.

"catalpa--!"

With a whoosh!

A gray shadow rushed out. It was a gray-haired rabbit. Wang Lu looked at the snow cave where the gray rabbit rushed out, thinking.

He walked over.

After removing the snow with great effort, he found eight little gray rabbits inside. He bled them one by one with a dagger, which made Wang Lu drink half full.

Then he wrapped the corpses in his clothes. Wang Lu planned to go back to the cave. Although it was a little far away, it was still a perfect shelter for him at the moment.

He looked at the sky. The sky was bright and the sun was slightly slanting. It should be shortly after noon, but he still quickened his pace.

"Awoo!" A wolf howled.

Frightened, Wang Lu ran wildly with the rabbit in his arms. Soon he ran back to the cave. He looked back with lingering fear, but nothing was chasing him.

He then gently scraped off the fur of the eight rabbits with a dagger.

Feeling that his clothes and shoes were filled with soft fur, Wang Lu smiled with relief, and his tender face showed a hint of satisfaction.

After a short rest, he looked at the eight pink meat rabbits on the ground and decided to eat one first.

He walked out of the cave and wrapped the remaining seven in snow first, then he scraped off the flesh of the other one piece by piece with a knife.

Since there is no fire source, he can only eat first. After all, if he can cultivate to the first level of Qi Refining, he can perform the Fireball Technique.

He picked up a piece of tender meat and put it in his mouth, chewing it gently. Although eating rabbit meat all the time would kill him, it was still good for him who had not eaten meat for a long time, and he would not eat this fat-free stuff all the time.

After eating one, he felt 30% full. After all, it was a small rabbit and there was not much meat. But it was enough to ensure that he would not starve to death for the time being. Picking up two spirit stones, Wang Lu began to sit cross-legged and meditate again.

With his breath calmed and his mind focused, his breathing gradually became peaceful.

There is no time in cultivation.

After seven days, Wang Lu felt a slight heat in his Dantian, and his mind was clear. At the first level of Qi Refining, the spiritual energy rushed to the top to open the spiritual consciousness! This is also the biggest difference between low-level cultivators and mortals.

"I have spiritual consciousness."

At this moment, Wang Lu could see the scenery a few feet away with his eyes closed. He exhaled a long breath and put away a dull spirit stone in his hand.

He suppressed his joy and quickly picked up the cloth bag beside him to check.

When his spiritual sense touched it, he easily got in, but the items inside disappointed Wang Lu. There was not even a spirit stone, only a space of ten feet, two broken books and a pill recipe.

"Alas, most likely he used it before he died."

With a sigh, Wang Lu put his things into the storage bag, then took out the book inside to check, flipped through a few pages, and found that it was a book on alchemy.

He looked at another one and found that it was a travel diary of a dead monk, probably compiled for the successor. He took out the pill recipe [Blood Feeding Pill] and found that this thing was not for human consumption, so Wang Lu put away the pill recipe without interest.

After thinking carefully, he felt that the three things were very ordinary, and he doubted that these things should not cause him to be stabbed and die here.

With doubtful eyes, Wang Lu deduced for a moment, combined with the pill bottle and several spirit stones on the ground, he roughly guessed how this person died.

If the guess is correct, this person should have obtained a treasure and was hunted by someone. When he was dying, he threw away all the treasures on his body, hoping to seek a glimmer of life, but in the end he died here because of his injuries, leaving only a complete body, otherwise it would be impossible for nothing to be left inside, he could only guess so.

Without thinking about it, he put all the things away, walked out of the cave and observed for a while, and ran back to the cave when he saw that there was no one, and then he took out the black bead in his arms with peace of mind.

"Hehe, this thing should require divine sense to use it?" Wang Lu thought so in his heart, but he did not feel any abnormality in the black bead when he used his divine sense.

"Does it need blood?" The reason why he thought so was because blood had been dripped a long time ago.

Wang Lu had no choice but to take out the dagger again and scratched his finger. Drops of blood fell on the black bead, which was swallowed up by the black bead without dropping a drop. Seeing that the black bead seemed to have some reaction, Wang Lu cut another big hole with the dagger.

Blood dripped down, and Wang Lu simply held the black bead in his hand. Fortunately, he had some cultivation now.

After a long while, his head was a little dizzy, and the black bead finally reacted and stopped sucking blood.

He invaded again with his spiritual sense, and it really reacted. Wang Lu disappeared from the spot in an instant.

…

In the gray mist, Wang Lu appeared on a piece of black soil. The space was not big, only 3 meters in radius, because his spiritual sense could barely reach the edge.

Looking up, there was a gray mist at the edge of the space. Wang Lu walked over and wanted to touch it with his hand, but it was like touching glass.

After sensing with his spiritual sense for a moment, Wang Lu found that there was no spiritual energy here and the space was not big. After searching around, he found nothing. He had no choice but to stop and leave the space with his spiritual sense.

He held the black bead in his hand and played with it for a while. With a slight pull of his spiritual consciousness, the black bead turned into a stream of light and flew into his mouth and went straight to his dantian.

"What a treasure, it can actually be stored in the body!"

However, Wang Lu was a little confused. Apart from being able to be stored in the body, this thing seemed to have nothing special. It was just a space treasure slightly larger than a storage bag.

"Although there is no spiritual energy, the black soil inside is somewhat strange. It is not like ordinary soil. If there are spiritual seeds, you can give it a try."

Thinking of this in his heart, he stopped studying and took out the travel notes to read.

The records in it are rich. Wang Lu also knows the name of this person. This person's full name is Li Wei. He is a casual cultivator, about 80 years old, and has practiced for more than 60 years.

The cultivation has reached the peak of Qi Refining and has touched the threshold of foundation building. The travel notes record what this person has seen in his life, as well as the coordinates and directions of some markets.