Cultivating Immortality: Starting from Ferrying Passengers

Chapter 72 Improvement in Cultivation
There are two pictures on this piece of cloth, one is a picture of a cicada's shadow, and the other is a picture of a dormant creature.

In addition, a few hundred words of profound scriptures make up the entire content.

Looking at the two lifelike pictures of dormant cicadas, Fang Jingxuan knew in his heart that these pictures were the essence of this technique.

The text can be leaked, but the specific pattern and artistic conception are kept secret.

Otherwise, if you only know the text of the scriptures but don’t have the corresponding artistic conception, it will be extremely difficult to get started.

However, although this item was good, Fang Jingxuan once again thought of the jade slip that Huo Cang had given him.

At that time I just felt indifferent, but now when I think about it, that person was really generous.

Fang Jingxuan suppressed his distracting thoughts and immersed his mind in this technique. The secret of concealing one's breath was a magical skill that could save one's life at critical moments. The sooner he mastered it, the sooner he would feel at ease.

After a night passed, Fang Jingxuan woke up from his trance.

That night, he seemed to have transformed into a cicada, lurking deep underground. The dark soil made him feel very safe.

Perhaps it was because Fang Jingxuan himself had the [Formless Cicada Shell] in his natal chart, which made it so easy for him to practice the Cicada Shell Technique.

In just one night, he got the hang of it.

As the panel unfolded, the following appeared on the top:

[Real name: Fang Jingxuan]

Age: 24

[Cultivation: Qi Refining Level 3 (348/600)]

[Talisman: Silent Note: 99/100]

[Physical Training Technique: Qingmu Health Training, Current Level, Qingmu Skin: 82/100]

[Secret: "Cicada Hiding Skill": 1/100]

In the less than two months, Fang Jingxuan was not stingy. Apart from giving the Yuehua Yulu to Tuoyuan as a snack, he consumed the rest of it himself.

The amount of Moon Dew collected in November was fifty-three drops, while in December it was fifty-four drops, and in January this year it was fifty-five drops.

As Fang Jingxuan's cultivation level increased, the amount of Moon Jade Dew collected every month increased.

Even if most of it went to Tuyuan, Fang Jingxuan still managed to get about twenty drops. Each drop could increase his cultivation by two points. Combined with Fang Jingxuan's current cultivation speed, he could increase his cultivation by one point by meditating for a night.

Therefore, over the past two months, Fang Jingxuan's cultivation level has directly increased to more than 340, and he is only three months away from completing the third level of Qi Refining.

The progress of refining the Silent Note is only a little bit away from completion, but this probably requires some kind of opportunity for Fang Jingxuan to fully understand the Silent Note and reach the state where he can draw it with his eyes closed.

Although the progress of the body-refining technique was step-by-step, it was also very fast, but it consumed more spiritual wood essence, which made the old man Mo Guinong make a lot of money.

The above is Fang Jingxuan’s current progress in cultivation, plus the various elixirs and talismans in his storage bag.

Fang Jingxuan was confident that as long as the cultivators were not in the late Qi Refining stage and were specifically targeting him to kill, then the cultivators in the middle Qi Refining stage would not be able to do anything to him.

Thinking of this, Fang Jingxuan felt much more at ease. He had gained so many benefits before the war even started.

Perhaps war is the best opportunity to make a fortune.

"Fang Jingxuan, you came from the warehouse? Come over here. You will be responsible for the future of these people. You will also serve as a military judge. Anyone who disobeys orders will be killed without mercy."

On the morning of the second day, Fang Jingxuan took Tu Yuan to report as scheduled.

The location is outside the Hongye Market. A tent camp has been set up here, and the monks coming and going all have murderous looks on their faces.

Fang Jingxuan first settled Tuo Yuan, then took the documents and met with his immediate superior, a cultivator from the Chu family.

This man was about forty or fifty years old, and his cultivation was in the late stage of Qi Refining, around level seven. He took the roster, marked Fang Jingxuan's name, and then led him to a barracks and gave the above orders.

After finishing speaking, the Chu family cultivator was about to leave, and Fang Jingxuan quickly said:

"Senior Chu, how come I'm both a logistics officer and a law enforcement officer? I've never done this before, and I'm afraid it might delay things."

The Chu family cultivator stopped and looked at him before saying:

"It's okay. You'll get used to it after a few days. No one is born with the ability. The logistics officer is easy. You just need to collect the supplies every week. The law enforcement officer is also simple. Just keep an eye on it every day. If you see anyone trying to escape, just tell us directly. You don't have to do it yourself."

What a makeshift team, Fang Jingxuan shouted in his heart, so sloppy.

"But I heard before that I was here to help in the logistics team. I didn't say I had to stay with these monks. If they go to the front line, what about me?"

"Of course you want to go along too. Why, do you want to be treated specially?"

The Chu family cultivator narrowed his eyes, revealing a cold look. Seeing this, Fang Jingxuan understood that he was nothing in the other party's eyes.

"Then I understand. I will obey your orders."

"Well, work hard and try to make achievements. I'll give you a promotion when you come back."

After the Chu family cultivator finished drawing the pie, he turned around and left, leaving Fang Jingxuan alone at the door of the barracks.

After a few breaths, Fang Jingxuan accepted the reality, and his previous idea of ​​slacking off and hiding in the back just disappeared.

He took a deep breath, turned around and walked into the barracks.

"Hey, here comes another one, kid, how much did you get drafted for?"

After entering the door, a cultivator came to talk to him. Fang Jingxuan took a quick look and found that there were more than twenty cultivators crammed into this small barracks.

There were no mattresses or anything like that here, only some cushions for meditation, on which five or six monks were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed, resting.

More monks were playing games, that is, gambling, in an open space nearby.

Betting on spirit stones, spirit rice, talismans, whatever is available.

Seeing this, Fang Jingxuan became even more certain that he had been assigned to the cannon fodder camp. With the way they behaved, who would believe you if you said they were the elite of the Chu family?

"I'm a new quartermaster, not a recruited cultivator."

After Fang Jingxuan finished speaking with a smile, he heard someone shouting:

"Attention, fellow Taoists! The Chu family has sent a quartermaster to accompany the army. If you need anything, please tell him immediately. Perhaps the next time the Chu family sends supplies, they will meet your needs."

After these words were spoken, a cheerful atmosphere emerged in the barracks.

There was a younger monk who really wanted to step forward and ask, but was pulled back by someone next to him, so he whispered:

"You're really going? Don't you understand that this is a self-deprecating remark? What quartermaster? I think he's just a military supervisor sent by the Chu family, an insider. Don't fall into his hands, or he'll be killed as a warning to the others, and I won't be able to save you."

The young monk shrank back in fear, and when he looked at Fang Jingxuan again, there was a hint of hostility in his eyes.

Damn it, am I so unpopular?

Fang Jingxuan looked at the people who had stopped and said:
"It's okay, you guys continue, I didn't see anything."

The group of monks who were gambling continued their previous bet. Life is short, and we should enjoy it while we can. Now that a war is about to break out, why shouldn't we be allowed to have some fun?
Seeing that everyone was no longer paying attention to him, Fang Jingxuan breathed a sigh of relief. If all the monks in the camp were hostile to him, wouldn't he be betrayed by his own people when he went to the battlefield in the future?
This won’t work. We need to maintain good relationships. At least we can’t be excluded by our own people. We will have to rely on these people in the future.

Thinking of this, Fang Jingxuan's eyes rolled and he approached the group of monks who were playing the game.

(End of this chapter)