Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 15 Further Exploration
As dawn broke, the sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves and fell upon Liu Sheng.

He was half-naked, revealing a strong physique. He squatted with his legs apart, twisted his waist and hips, and breathed three short and one long breath, like a vicious tiger crouching.

Holding a 32-pound iron sword, he slowly practiced the eight-style mountain-splitting sword technique he had just learned, starting with the "fierce tiger sitting on the slope"...

A fierce tiger descends the mountain, a violent tiger leaps across the ravine, an angry tiger bursts through the forest, a vicious tiger rips out the heart, a hungry tiger pounces on a sheep, a crouching tiger snipes its tail, a black tiger splits the mountain—eight moves in a row, without stopping.

However, the originally violent, swift, and sweeping swordsmanship became slow, weak, and limp in his hands, as if he were pushing a millstone.

His muscles were bulging, his veins were throbbing, and his spine undulated like a serpent. Sweat poured down like rain, forming a small pool at his feet.

A wisp of qi and blood spontaneously circulated within his body, flowing continuously through his limbs and bones with his movements.

Less than half an hour later.

He opened his mouth and let out a low growl, like a young tiger's roar, the tension in his body dissipated, and a large amount of sweat immediately gushed from his pores...

"Your Qi and Blood are nearly twice as strong as yesterday. Is it because you've refined the 'Iron Scale Serpent' incarnation?"

Liu Sheng sheathed his sword, wiped the sweat from his face, and had a vague guess in his mind.

Remembering the Ironscale Serpent, he quickly summoned the control panel. He had been too engrossed in pleasure last night and missed the deduction; now was the perfect time.

"Consuming 30 points of spiritual energy, deducing the Ironscale Serpent!"

In the first year, you were born in a snake pit. The snakes hissed and were inexplicably hostile towards you. Perhaps you should not have existed in this world.

One day later, your parents in this life were devoured by a swarm of snakes, and all your sisters perished.

As you were dying, you desperately sprayed venom, killing several of your opponents. The snakes, terrified, were terrified, and you survived…

In the second year, you had already conquered the snake pit and avenged your parents and sisters.

All the male snakes that disrespected you have been poisoned and eaten by you; you now possess all the female snakes in the entire snake den.

In the third year, you mated with six beautiful female snakes…

In the fourth year, you mated with ten adorable female snakes...

In the fifth year, you mated with the female snake...

...

[In the tenth year, you ruled the snake cave for too long, monopolizing all the resources, which aroused the dissatisfaction of some of your children and the mother snake.]

They've joined forces and are attacking you.

You killed them and ate their corpses.

In the eleventh year, the female snake you first mated with died of old age.

Instead of following the snake's instinct to eat it, you dug a hole and buried it.

You hope it can continue to be with you.

...

In the sixteenth year, your few remaining first-generation children gradually grew old and died.

Snakes are cold-blooded animals, and you don't have much affection for them.

But you resisted your instincts, dug a hole in the corner, and buried them.

...

In the twentieth year, there were more and more pits in the corners, but the snake pit was still crowded.

Because every year, new venomous snakes come in through the holes above.

You might sometimes wonder what's outside the hole, but the snake's lazy instincts make you content with the status quo.

...

In the twenty-fifth year, in the autumn of that year, you felt a chill you had never felt before.

You notice that your once glossy black scales have become dull, and your movements have slowed down.

You still managed to kill and eat all the male snakes that challenged you.

But you got hurt for the first time.

In the twenty-sixth year, your scales began to fall off, and your movements became slower.

You still killed all the male snakes that challenged you.

But your injuries took two months to heal.

In your twenty-seventh year, you feel increasingly powerless.

For the first time since you were born, you've never hibernated.

You barely managed to kill all the male snakes that challenged you, leaving you covered in wounds.

You sense that there's an unprecedented restlessness in the snake pit.

The female snakes, who were once so obedient to you, have begun to refuse your mating.

You killed them. In the twenty-eighth year, you were deprived of the throne of "Snake King" and lost your rule over the Snake Cave.

It was a male snake that had become a spirit, with thicker scales, greater strength, and more potent venom.

This is the first time you've learned that after a mythical beast becomes a spirit, its combat power will be greatly enhanced, and its lifespan will be greatly extended.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Your spine was broken, you lost all your strength, and you watched helplessly as it devoured you piece by piece.

Before you breathed your last, you looked at the hole in the ceiling and couldn't help but think...

If I had crawled out of the hole in my younger days, would I... have had the chance to become a spirit?

[You are dead. 2 Spirit Points will be refunded.]

……

"It seems... leaving the snake pit is the key to this simulation."

Looking at the lines of text hanging down on the panel, Liu Sheng felt as if he had turned into a snake…

He spent twenty-eight years in a snake pit, either killing snakes or mating with them.

Until he was killed by a male snake demon.

It evoked a strong sense of déjà vu, like watching the documentary "Bad Boys" in a past life.

However, this failed deduction wasted 28 points of spiritual energy, more than the entire consumption of the previous deduction of the mountain sparrow.

Fortunately, there are still 134 points left, so we can do a few more simulations.

Liu Sheng pursed his lips, silently chanting "Leave the snake pit as soon as possible," and then poured 100 points of spiritual energy into continuing his deduction—

In your first year, you were born in a snake pit. The snakes hissed and harbored inexplicable hostility towards you, simply because you should not have existed in this world...

In the second year, you had already conquered the snake pit and avenged your parents and sisters.

All the male snakes that disrespected you have been poisoned and eaten by you, and you now possess all the female snakes in the entire snake den.

Listen to your intuition, suppress your mating instincts, and think about how to squeeze out of the hole above.

You try spraying poison on the wall, corroding it and creating holes that you can use to climb up...

[In the third year, you're spraying poison and digging tunnels...]

...

In the fifth year, you dug a hole up the wall until you reached the vicinity of the opening.

You spray poison into the lid above the hole, and the poison corrodes a small hole in the lid.

You successfully crawled out through the small hole...

It triggered the lightning array above the snake pit, was severely injured by the lightning, and fell back into the snake pit.

The snakes swarmed forward...

[You are dead. 95 Spirit Points will be refunded.]

"There's even a minefield on the hole cover? That's somewhat plausible... but it's just too much!"

Liu Sheng was starting to feel overwhelmed and decided to take a break.

Anyway, I still have over a hundred spirit points left, I can take it slow...

No rush, we're really not in a rush at all!
Anyone who says I'm impatient, I'll definitely get impatient with them...

Gan!
WTMDCNZZSBD!
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at the same time.

Back at the Tong family compound, Wu Song, who had completed his martial arts training for the day, was invited to the study by Tong the Skinflint.

"Master Wu, please have a seat."

Master Tong smiled and clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, inviting Wu Song to take a seat and personally serving him tea.

"I don't like tea, so speak quickly if you have something to say."

Wu Song glanced at him, his finger lightly tapping the table, the teacup in front of him…

It floated to the side!

The martial arts masters of the Three Realms possess an internal strength that combines both hardness and softness; when hard, it is as firm as metal, and when soft, it is as supple as brocade.

It can also penetrate objects and injure people.

This seemingly ordinary gesture could have been malicious if it had been intended to...

That would be enough to severely injure him instantly!

They could even kill someone on the spot.

Master Tong subconsciously shrank his neck, immediately suppressing any lingering thoughts he had, and said with a wry smile:
"Have someone send ten jars of strong liquor to the master later."

After saying that, his expression turned serious, and he asked about the murder of Butler Cheng:
"I wonder... Master, have you found the murderer in the past two days?"

(End of this chapter)