My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 607 Missing
Half a month later, at night, at the Heavenly River Dharma Realm, at the Heavenly Peak.

This peak resembles a long spear planted in the ground, straight, steep, and towering into the clouds. Standing on the summit, it feels as if you could reach out and touch the stars in the sky.

At this moment, the rocky summit of Jietian Peak has been completely flattened, smooth as a mirror. A huge square altar stands in the middle, and Qiu Jinwu, dressed in a purple robe, sits cross-legged in the center of the altar.

A dim yellow lantern floated beside him, its faint light illuminating his porcelain-like face, flickering uncertainly.

Qiu Jinwu looked down at the thin, black-clad old man lying flat in front of him, and said with a sigh, "Huang Jiu, Elder Huang. The last time we met was fifteen years ago."

"Back then, I personally stepped in and assigned the best branch of Yunchong on Goose Sheep Road to your Huang family to manage. Unfortunately, you were not up to the task. More than ten years have passed, and your Divine Aperture still has not been refined." Qiu Jinwu shook his head in disappointment.

In the end, they'll still need my help.

"What? Not convinced?"

"Then guess where Lianxi got the Yin-Yang Transformation Technique from?" He curled the corners of his mouth, staring at Huang Jiu with a half-smile.

Huang Jiu's eyes widened instantly.

He never expected that Lianxi would be Qiu Jinwu's man.

This is like fattening yourself up like a pig before slaughtering you!
Huang Jiu felt a chill in his heart.

"Fifteen years ago, you had only condensed your Divine Aperture for a few years, while I had already reached the Dao Foundation Perfection stage for over ten years," Qiu Jinwu murmured.

"Fifteen years later, you have already mastered the River Chariot, but I am still only at the Perfected Foundation stage."

"Old Huang, I'm so bitter!" he sighed, looking up at the sky.

"To cultivate the Dao Foundation into the Primordial Spirit, one needs pure Yang Qi. To obtain pure Yang Qi, one must build an Immortal Platform and forge a Spiritual Treasure."

"But the methods for forging spiritual treasures are all controlled by the major sects and old Taoist sects. It's difficult for us small sects to even get a glimpse of them!" Qiu Jinwu clenched his fist heavily.

"The Kui Niu Drum Secret Scroll, which was purchased from the Thousand Machines Sect at a high price, can only be barely considered a spiritual treasure. It would take at least two or three hundred years to cultivate a primordial spirit using that thing."

“But a Qi Refiner at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage can only live for three hundred years at most. I can’t wait that long.” Qiu Jinwu lowered his head and stared bitterly at Huang Jiu.

Fortunately, there's always a way out.

"The Dragon Pearl of the Loach Dragon is divided into two pearls, one of water and one of fire. It is a secret spiritual treasure passed down in the Heavenly River Water Palace. As long as I can completely control it, my path to the primordial spirit will be smooth sailing!" His eyes shone brightly, and he trembled with excitement at the thought of the possible future.

“I helped you train for the River Chariot before, and now that I’m facing a challenge, I’m sure you’d be willing to help me get the Dragon Balls, right?” He looked at Huang Jiu with a smile.

You son of a bitch!

You're trying to kill me!

Huang Jiuping lay on the ground, his eyes wide open, staring fiercely at Qiu Jinwu.

"not talking?"

"Silence means consent!" Akio Kingo's face was full of a relieved smile.

You fucking give me a chance to speak!
Huang Jiu, completely bound, could only stare intently at Qiu Jinwu. His gaze was fierce, as if he wanted to pierce through Qiu Jinwu's forehead.

"Don't worry, I'll be very gentle." Qiu Jinwu held a thin needle that shimmered with golden light, as if he were tattooing someone, and began to carve intricate patterns on Huang Jiu's forehead.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all!" he said softly through gritted teeth, but his hands moved quickly and accurately, very skillfully.

The white lantern swayed and turned, its dim light illuminating his porcelain-like face, making him look eerie and sinister.

At the edge of the altar, more than a dozen figures of different ages and genders, dressed in different clothes, could be vaguely seen.

Their eyes were closed, and their heads and faces were covered with strange and intricate gold patterns.

At this moment, they sat motionless around the altar, like wax figures of the dead.

……

Iceberg cave, wooden house in front of cold pool.

Chen Mu sat on a soft couch covered with thick cotton cushions, staring intently at a cloud of black mist about half a person's height in front of him.

The power of the Yin spirit trembled and twisted, and strands of silver threads emerged from the fingertips. Following the direction of the fingers, they slowly flowed into the black mist.

Like sewing clothes, silver threads pierced through the black mist, sewing themselves into it.

A moment later, Chen Mu carefully withdrew his fingers, looking at the silver threads drifting with the black mist, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

But before the smile on his face could fully open, the black mist suddenly contracted, shuddering as if he had just sneezed.

puff!
All the silver threads were sprayed out at once.

The ghostly patterns of the Yellow Springs Crossing Secret Technique, painstakingly refined, vanished rapidly, and the smile that had just appeared on Chen Mu's face instantly froze.

"It's alright, it's alright. Ghosts aren't spirits, so the margin for error is set higher."

"Passing on a secret technique thirteen or fourteen times is perfectly acceptable... what a load of rubbish!"

Chen Mu glared fiercely at the ghostly creature in front of him, wishing he could smash it to pieces with one punch.

He had anticipated that transmitting the magic to the ghosts would be difficult, but he never expected it to be this difficult.

"Weren't you quite arrogant when you were absorbing vital energy and essence?"

"If Yun Chong can easily handle so many Qi cultivators in the lower academy, why can't he learn a secret technique?"

"Idiot! Fool! You're a disgrace to the Underworld!" Chen Mu cursed angrily.

The black mist spun around in a circle, swaying gently without moving an inch.

Chen Mu felt a tightness in his chest.

He turned his head and glared fiercely at the back of the soft couch, where five small paper figures were sitting in a row: "You guys are all born from ghosts and monsters, can't you give these younger generations some pointers and help them become smarter?"

The five paper ghost figures scratched their heads together, then stood up with a grin.

It flew to the side of the ghostly creature in a flash, and began to hop and spin in mid-air, pulling the black smoke ball along with it. The movements were swift and unpredictable, much like the whirling dance performed by the girls in the Yi Cui Lou brothel.

Chen Mu: “…”

Hmm, it's kind of pretty... Pretty my foot!

I asked you to teach it secret techniques, not to teach it to dance!

Chen Mu waved his hand in exasperation, shooing away all the five paper ghost figures like flies.

He felt a throbbing vein on his forehead, as if someone was playing the piano while gripping his brain nerves.

This is really giving me a headache!

Chen Mu pressed his temples tightly and pulled out a fist-sized jade bottle.

He flicked the cork away with his thumb and gulped down a large mouthful of the nourishing wine. A surge of heat rose, and a pleasant buzz quickly washed over him.

Chen Mu immediately activated his magical power, and his blood and qi flowed faster. The slight intoxication that was about to spread throughout his body immediately dissipated, replaced by a refreshing and invigorating flow of qi.

"Drinking leads to trouble, I dare not get addicted to it again," he muttered, rubbing his forehead.

As a cool breeze swept through my mind, my headache symptoms quickly subsided.

Before long, Chen Mu breathed a sigh of relief and came to his senses.

He can use the Heavenly Demon Spirit Seed to transmit secret techniques to Yin Spirits, but this method not only consumes the Yin Spirit's divine power but also damages the upper spirit. He gets a headache if he transmits the techniques too many times.

The ghostly creature was in a state of confusion, so he had to actively inscribe the secret ghostly runes into it.

Furthermore, because the souls are disordered, even if one personally transfers the soul, the success rate is only one or two out of ten.

"Thanks to the Nourishing Spirit Wine, I'm still alive." Chen Mu was relieved.

Otherwise, given the symptoms just now, it would take half a day to recover, which would definitely delay the progress of the construction of the living ghost gate.

"What a nice thing!" Chen Mu chuckled as he played with the jade bottle.

According to Gray Wall's feedback, the Nourishing Spirit Wine can warm and strengthen the primordial spirit and enhance its foundation. He didn't know if it could actually warm and strengthen the primordial spirit and enhance its foundation, but it could indeed repair the damaged upper embryonic spirit.

In just a short while, the splitting headache disappeared without a trace.

"continue!"

He flipped his hand to put away the jade bottle, then grabbed the ghostly creature in front of him, ready to continue the fight to the death.

"I'm going to carve your name into the Yellow Springs today, no matter what!"

……

Chen Mu spent his days holed up by the pool, modifying the Yin Ghost Monster.

The rest of the crew on the Pingning went out in batches to hunt aquatic creatures.

Although the future was uncertain, the Lei brothers, Lei Cheng and Lei Hong, managed to keep everyone relatively calm, and all tasks were progressing smoothly.

But this stability didn't last long, and strange things started happening.

"Someone is missing?" At the bottomless pool, Chen Mu looked down at the dark waters of the Ruyi Pool and frowned slightly. "There are no ferocious beasts within a radius of seven hundred miles."

“The missing persons are collateral descendants of Elders Zhang and Li. They did not encounter any strange beasts; they left on their own initiative,” Lei Cheng shook his head.

Are you so bold?

"They're unfamiliar with the area, how dare they stray so far from the Pingning?" Chen Mu asked, puzzled.

“It’s guided by bloodline.” Lei Cheng’s expression was solemn: “They want to find their own Qi Condensation Ancestor.”

"My brother and I also vaguely sensed this guidance. It must be some kind of invocation technique based on bloodline."

Chen Mu's expression changed: "Are many of the Qi Condensation Elders of the Goose and Sheep Path also in this cave?"

"Most likely so." Lei Cheng nodded solemnly.

"Where does the bloodline guide you?" Chen Mu asked.

"Due north!" Lei Cheng pointed to the entrance of the ice cave.

Chen Mu nodded thoughtfully, then looked at the two Lei brothers and said with a smile, "Why don't we send some people to scout ahead and also look for your Lei family patriarch?"

I am, after all, an outsider, not as close as the Lei family patriarch. Now that I have news, I can't stop people from seeking their ancestors.

Moreover……

"Two heads are better than one. If we really find Old Ancestor Lei, the two of us working together might be able to escape this place faster." He smiled and squinted his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Lei Hong's eyes flickered, and he hesitated.

Lei Cheng immediately shook his head firmly.

"I'm not looking!"

"Not only can we not look for it, we also need to leave this place as soon as possible!"

"If Qiu Jinwu dares to take the initiative without any scruples, the situation of the patriarchs of various families is probably not good."

"At this moment, this instruction doesn't seem like a summons, but more like a tempting trap!"

"Really not going to look for one?"

"I won't look!" Lei Cheng shook his head firmly again.

"And what about you?" Chen Mu then looked at Lei Hong.

Lei Hong glanced at his expressionless second brother, then at the smiling Chen Mu, and shuddered for no reason. He immediately shook his head repeatedly: "I...I won't look for him either."

"What a pity, I still wanted to meet your Lei family patriarch." Chen Mu shook his head regretfully, and slowly closed his right hand behind his back, extinguishing the Kui Water Yin Lightning that was originally poised to be unleashed in his palm.

"If possible, we should also bring back those missing guys," Lei Cheng suggested. "If they're caught, we can follow the trail and find them..."

"Don't worry, there are thirty-nine of them, none of them will escape." Chen Mu smiled as he looked at the images transmitted by the Divine Listening Technique.

Eight hundred miles away, a group of Qi cultivators were running rapidly through the snow.

Three red lines descended from the sky, then quickly passed through, drawing circles of varying sizes from back to front.

Puff puff……

Blood gushed out, and heads rolled off one by one.

The snow-white earth was instantly dyed red in patches.

"How do you know that thirty-nine ran?" Lei Hong scratched his head by the bottomless pool.

"We just counted the heads, didn't we?" Chen Mu said with a smile to Lei Hong.

Have you counted heads?

Why does that sound so awkward?

Lei Hong glanced at his second brother, whose expression remained unchanged, and then at Chen Mu, who was always smiling. A sudden tremor ran through him, and he couldn't help but shrink back.

These people...could they have already been killed by this person?!

If I had agreed to go to the ancestor just now, the consequences would have been...

hiss!
(End of this chapter)