The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 190 The Little White Dragon of the Yangtze River

I saw such pure power.

Even though Uncle Jiu himself has sufficient Taoist skills and magical powers, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion at this moment.

The collision of force against force is the most exciting.

Even though he is a Taoist master, he has to admit that the fisherman in front of him, this Taoist friend, is really amazing!
As the blood continues to coagulate.

The dragon species's resistance power continued to weaken, and finally it seemed to have lost all its life.

Then, I saw the fisherman skillfully removing the turtle shell, then chopping the turtle meat, discarding the internal organs, and putting it into the pot to cook.

While he was cooking with the fire, he came to Song Feng with the small bowl of golden and red blood as if offering a treasure:

"Senior, the treasure is here. Please taste it first and see how it works."

Look at the palm-sized bowl in the fisherman's hand, and then look at the blood that has fallen to the bottom and has solidified into agate.

For a moment, Song Feng shook his head slightly, then smiled softly:
"I have lived to this age, and my own Taoism and magical powers have already reached the limit of improvement. If I don't decline, it means that I am already a very advanced person."

"What's in this bowl is the blood and cultivation of this dragon seed throughout his life. If I swallow it, I'm afraid my internal organs will be burned immediately."

When he said this, he paused, then smiled and said:
"Now that your cultivation has reached a bottleneck, I can use this dragon blood to lay a solid foundation for you."

"On the path of martial arts, both magic and martial arts are mastered. This martial arts master is not like the magic of Yuanling, where understanding is important."

"If you don't accumulate knowledge over many days, no matter how talented you are, you will end up being nothing more than a pile of dirt..."

Hearing Uncle Seven say this, Uncle Nine, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but nod his head as if he felt the same way.

Practicing magic is already extremely difficult, but their Taoism can still be passed down after all. After all, the underworld exists and the soul has a place to rest.

However, those practitioners in the spiritual world who are proficient in both magic and martial arts and who mainly practice martial arts are truly extinct.

It is easy to get started but more difficult to make progress.

In order to gather Qi into Gang, on the one hand, one must have real understanding, an indomitable spirit, and the ability to develop invincible boxing skills.

On the other hand, there is plenty of meat for nourishment, and it has to be the extraordinary elixir. Ordinary flesh and blood can only be treated as snacks.

Without the accumulation of infinite blood and flesh, and infinite spiritual energy, even if one has achieved great success in physical cultivation, one will not be able to dissolve the blood or refine the internal energy.

This is also the problem in the current spiritual practice world.

Although the fisherman in front of him may not be the only one in the Famen martial arts lineage, he is definitely one of the rare capable people.

The martial arts master has not appeared for many years.

As its inspiration gradually faded, it has now become a legend.

It’s difficult, difficult, difficult!

After hearing what the senior said, the fisherman sighed and seemed a little disappointed:
"It seems that I am still unable to help in the end..."

When he said this, he did as Song Feng said, picked up the porcelain bowl and poured the agate jade into his mouth:

"Gudu! Gudu! Gudu!"

As he swallowed repeatedly, he could faintly hear the sound of blood flowing through his veins like a surging river.

For a moment, his entire body turned red, and even wisps of green smoke rose up, giving a vague feeling of bloody war smoke.

Even Uncle Nine, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but frown slightly:
“No wonder some people say that martial arts practitioners are extremely domineering. I didn’t expect that martial arts qi and blood could disperse the spiritual light and suppress the spiritual energy.”

When I got here, I saw a sudden invisible flash of light on Uncle Jiu's body, which then dissipated the influence of his qi and blood.

Although this qi and blood cannot hurt him.

However, this domineering blood energy can actually affect the surrounding spiritual light and inspiration.

If such a practitioner could really become a martial arts master with great energy, he would be able to lead an army to suppress the Taoist masters and destroy mountains and temples.

Feeling the aura from Uncle Jiu, Song Feng smiled mysteriously, then spoke softly:
"If it weren't for the martial arts masters joining the imperial court and suppressing the people in the spiritual world too much, how could the inheritance be gradually lost over the past few hundred years?"

Hearing what Uncle Seven said, Uncle Nine couldn't help but feel a little shocked:
"This……"

Before Uncle Jiu could think about it, he saw that the fisherman, who had just been emitting hot steam like a furnace, was slowly restraining his blood and energy.

It seems that there is no breakthrough.

"The spiritual energy between heaven and earth is gradually disappearing. Although I am lucky enough to have left behind a legacy, I don't know if there is any possibility of further progress in this lifetime..."

When he said this, the fisherman, who had suppressed his anger, couldn't help but reveal a trace of loneliness on his face.

Dragon blood is a spiritual thing from heaven and earth.

Over the years, he has eaten a lot of dragon seeds, which is why he has cultivated his Taoism to this level.

But now, even if he has been waiting for many years and swallowed all the dragon seeds that are enough to be called the tyrant of the Yangtze River, he has not been able to break the mirror.

So will he still have great opportunities from now on?
No wonder it’s so hard to become a Grandmaster…

Seeing that the fisherman had completed his training, Song Feng smiled gently, then pointed to the stove outside the door and said:
"The situation is completely different now. As long as you are brave enough, you may have a bright future."

"But the most urgent task now is to boil the dragon seed thoroughly. If we only use ordinary fire, I'm afraid it will be useless even if we burn it until tomorrow..."

After hearing what the senior said, the fisherman who had been feeling a little lonely suddenly reacted and smiled a little embarrassedly.

He looks like a little kid:
"Hehe, I'm sorry to make a fool of myself. I'll go and help light the fire."

"As the senior said, anything is possible in this era. If all else fails, we can just find a way to kill a big monster!"

After saying this, the fisherman ran to the stove and used his qi and blood along with the flame to cook the dragon seeds.

For a moment, even though it was only burned for a while, a strange fragrance came from the pot.

Watching the fisherman leave.

Listen to what he said as he left.

Although his voice was not so firm, Uncle Jiu seemed to feel that this was his true thought.

After all, martial arts practitioners are all stubborn.

I don't think he really wants to go to some deep mountain forest to kill a big monster, right?
"...This is unlikely. Great demons have been practicing for hundreds or thousands of years. They all have the power of the spirit, can speak human language, and call themselves ancestors."

This fellow Taoist wouldn't be so brave as to go and fight the big monster alone just because he has made some progress in his cultivation!

Seeing Uncle Jiu's suspicious look, Song Feng smiled leisurely, seeming to agree with him:

"How is this impossible? If he really kills a big monster and bathes in its blood, maybe he can really take a half step forward..."

Seeing that Seventh Uncle was so shrewd and not surprised by anything, Ninth Uncle subconsciously asked:

“…Why half a step?”

Hearing Uncle Jiu say this, Song Feng smiled mysteriously. Of course, this old friend of mine had done something like this before.

Seeing that Seventh Uncle didn't answer again, Ninth Uncle didn't ask again. After all, he was used to this old man's mysterious nature.

Less than an hour.

All I saw was the fisherman who thought he was a cook, placing several large plates on the table.

In the center was a pot of soup. Looking at the rich aroma of the soup and the overflowing spiritual energy, one could tell that it was made by the dragon seed.

The other fish and shrimp are not bad either.

They are all rare and good stuff.

It is a unique combination with this dragon species!
"Senior, please try the soup I made. This soup made from dragon seeds is the best for nourishing yin and yang and can make up for the deficiency..."

When he said this, he seemed to realize that he had said something wrong and quickly closed his mouth, then served Song Feng a bowl.

Looking at the bowl of soup in front of him, Song Feng said softly:
"This bowl of soup can only be regarded as a nourishment for us, but it is a great fortune for Qiu Sheng!"

"Ajiu, eat quickly. After you finish eating, your precious disciple will need you to protect the Dharma..."

After hearing what Seventh Uncle said, Ninth Uncle seemed to finally react.

Then, Uncle Jiu nodded slowly, looking extremely serious:
"Thank you for the hospitality, fellow Taoist!"

Seeing Uncle Jiu being so serious, the fisherman smiled and waved his hand, looking like he didn't care:

"It's just what should be done, just what should be done."

Since this person was brought here by the senior, he naturally has to take good care of him.

Seeing Qiu Sheng drinking soup with a chuckle, he seemed to have no idea what the elders were talking about. For a moment, Song Feng couldn't help but laugh:

"This little guy is so lucky..."

After a while, before finishing the meal, they saw Qiu Sheng, who had just been laughing foolishly, suddenly face turned red.

Even his eyes were almost bulging into bull's eyes.

Faintly, there seemed to be wisps of energy that ordinary people could not see, flowing out from his seven orifices:

"Wuwuwu... Master, save me..."

Seeing Qiu Sheng pinching his neck as if he was about to die, Uncle Jiu quickly put down his bowl and chopsticks, and then a light of inspiration appeared on Qiu Sheng's spiritual platform:

"Close your eyes, regulate your breathing, and guide your energy. Now is your chance to make further progress!"

After being enlightened by Uncle Jiu's spiritual light, the two essences in Qiu Sheng's body began to fight back automatically.

Then, under the guidance of Uncle Jiu's magical power, he quickly guided the vital energy.

Water produces wood, and wood produces fire.

Originally, he had already drawn out the water essence of the kidney, thereby using water to generate wood, and developing the wood essence of the liver extremely vigorously.

Now with these bowls of turtle soup, Qiu Sheng has grown stronger and his liver's essence is invigorated.

For a moment, he became angry without even having to practice.

If an ordinary person were to encounter such a situation where the fire in his heart suddenly erupted, all his blood and energy would surely be burned out, and he would just have to wait for death.

But for people like Qiu Sheng who have been practicing the Dharma step by step, this is a natural opportunity.

Just in the blink of an eye.

Qiu Sheng, whose face was flushed just now, was now slowly gathering the energy in his body.

"boom!"

Faintly, I could only see the three fires on his shoulders, which seemed to be burning even more vigorously.

It seems as if it is immune to evil spirits.

"Master, I did it! I brought out the inner fire and the third essence!"

As soon as the guidance was completed, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but exclaimed.

The whole person looks happy.

It’s no wonder that he was so happy, because the harvest this time was really beyond his expectations.

Although he just drank a few bowls of soup.

However, the essence in the soup was so abundant that it actually raised his level of cultivation to a higher level.

If his foundation was not weak enough and he could not draw out two essences at once, he would have probably drawn out the fourth essence.

Even so, his heart fire burned more vigorously than that of ordinary practitioners.

It looks full of vitality!

Seeing Qiu Sheng so happy, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but smile:
"Being able to draw out three energies at this age is considered a genius even among our generation."

"Now, Qiu Sheng, you can be considered the first echelon of this generation, or even a candidate for the senior brother."

"From now on, you must guard against arrogance and impatience, practice diligently, and don't be too proud."

Although he said so, when he said this, the corners of Uncle Jiu's mouth couldn't help but curl up subconsciously.

Good, good, that’s great.

Three streams of essence were drawn out.

He just didn't believe that among his generation, any disciple could be more powerful than Qiu Sheng.

So what if he is the eldest senior brother?
If he remembered correctly, the last time he met the eldest senior brother's disciple, he had only drawn out the first stream of energy.

Even if there is an opportunity, at most he can only be compared with Qiu Sheng.

Now Qiu Sheng is truly the latecomer who has surpassed the others.

If the fellow disciples get together again next time and there is a Maoshan conference, he will see who can win a powerful medicine from him.

By then, he will definitely take away all the powerful medicines distributed by the headquarters from his fellow disciples.

By that time, maybe Qiu Sheng will really be able to master magic power before everyone else, which would be a great honor!

The more I think about Uncle Jiu, the happier I feel.

In order to show his magnanimity, Uncle Jiu's face almost froze.

It can’t be suppressed, not at all.

If he hadn't forced himself to suppress it, the corners of his mouth would have probably curled up to the sky.

This is really a great comfort!

into the night.

As the night drew closer, the shadow behind Song Feng suddenly lengthened, and then he looked at the fisherman in front of him:
"...Are you ready?"

After hearing what Song Feng said, the fisherman nodded seriously, and then said with a serious face:
"Senior, I have already explored all the strongholds of the Yinshan lineage near the Yangtze River."

"I am confident that all the evil cultivators who join the Yinshan lineage will not be able to escape my grasp."

When he said this, the fisherman couldn't help but pause, looking a little hesitant:
"But even though the Yangtze River Little White Dragon has taken refuge in Yinshan, it is freer and has the ability to float on water. It can even hide in the water at night without leaving any trace."

"It's easy to deal with other people, but I'm afraid I'll have to trouble a few Taoist friends to help Xiaobailong..."

(End of this chapter)