Fangxian Heretical Path

Chapter 3 The Secret Sword of Mouth and Belly: A Change of Skin
Fang Shu took the yellow gourd from his waist and began collecting the monster's heart from the cliff.

He skillfully dissected the internal organs, extracted the essence and blood from them, and dripped it into the gourd.

He risked his life and disguised himself to obtain those few drops of blood from the hearts of these monsters.

During blood collection.

Although he had already put the long tongue sword into his mouth, he still felt his mouth watering, his thirst unbearable, and his greed raging.

After working for quite a while, without missing a single monster, he finally filled the yellow gourd.

Fang Shu shook the heavy gourd, unconsciously patting his belly, his face beaming with joy:
"With food and drink, I'm finally free from your exploitation and mistreatment for the time being."

He is not a true immortal; he is currently just a mortal who has mastered magic.

The spell he possessed was called "The Secret Sword Technique of the Mouth and Abdomen," which could transform a person's long tongue into a long tongue sword that could be long or short, hard or soft.

When used, it can both ghostly stick out its tongue to kill enemies and pluck out its long tongue, holding it in its hand like a long sword or whip to fight enemies.

However, practicing this spell requires quite a bit of hardship.

Generally speaking, the tongue of the cultivator must first be cut off and processed according to the prescribed method before it can be used as a magical tool for cultivation. This process is not only painful but also carries a considerable risk of failure.

One wrong move and you could end up with a dead tongue, impossible to reconnect.

Of course, Fang Shu did not experience this brutal process.

He had a second uncle in the cultivation world, who directly gave him a demonic tongue for his cultivation.

However, even if the Long Tongue Sword is successfully forged and incorporated into the body, it will absorb the cultivator's essence and blood to nourish the tongue every moment thereafter.

It will not let go of the cultivator for a single day if it is not satisfied.

This substance will also cause cultivators to feel as if they are possessed by a starving ghost, with their throats as narrow as needle holes, and they can only drink water.

Everything that enters the mouth is intercepted and devoured by the long-tongued sword, leaving not a single grain of rice or a drop of blood. It is insatiable and grows hungrier the more it eats.

Fang Shu has not even been fully trained in magic for a month yet. As a young man with vigorous blood and energy, he has already been squeezed dry and thin, and can no longer bear it.

Fearing that he would not be able to find his second uncle before entering the world of cultivation, he died in the mortal realm.

Left with no other choice, he risked searching far and wide for demons and monsters, attempting to extract their heart's blood, which contained demonic energy, to feed his own Long Tongue Sword.

Fortunately, he's doing well these days.

Not only did they encounter a whole host of monsters, but they also managed to defeat them all without any real danger, making it a truly successful endeavor.

"With this gourd of my heart's blood, I should be safe before entering the market." His eyes gleamed as he thought to himself:

"It's even possible that if I feed this sword, it will give me something in return and help me enter the path of cultivation!"

Raising the Long Tongue Sword not only harms the body, but once the sword has drunk its fill of demon blood, the sword will also replenish Fang Shu with traces of blood and energy.

Although it was not much, it was better than nothing.

In particular, if this sword consumes blood and food imbued with demonic or spiritual energy, the resulting energy and blood will nourish and strengthen Fang Shu's physical body.

For a moment, Fang Shu was lost in thought, his mind filled with longing for his future path to immortality.

However, he quickly suppressed these distracting thoughts.

He is currently just a mortal who hasn't even embarked on the path to immortality; at most, he can only show off his power in front of a group of ordinary demons and monsters.

Now that the hidden dangers in my body have been temporarily relieved, the most urgent thing is to hurry up and enter the Immortal Market and live off my second uncle!
If they remain in the mortal realm, they will either be sucked dry by the Long Tongue Sword or encounter a powerful monster and become its excrement.

Fang Shu immediately checked his luggage and prepared to leave.

But at that moment, in the original lobby of the restaurant, two living creatures were wriggling and whimpering, trying to attract his attention.

Fang Shu immediately went over.

The two living creatures were a skinny dog ​​and a white pig tied to two dead logs.

However, they are now tainted with demon blood and have transformed into two human forms, a man and a woman.

The two of them were gazing at Fang Shu with tears streaming down their faces, full of expectation.

However, Fang Shu walked over but didn't even glance at the couple. Instead, he squatted down and examined the tiger skin and fox corpse on the ground with great interest.

"After letting it sit for so long, they probably have no more tricks up their sleeves," he muttered.

Fang Shu picked up a hand bone and carefully fiddled with the old fox's corpse, then peeled back the tiger skin.

The fox corpse showed no abnormalities, but the inside of the tattered tiger skin was covered with writing, which immediately caught Fang Shu's attention.

The inscription on the tiger skin appears to be a type of magic!
Fang Shu didn't examine it closely; instead, he immediately covered the tiger skin and cautiously observed his surroundings.

Finding nothing amiss, Fang Shu was surprised to discover, "This old fox is actually a literate monster?"

According to his second uncle, once a demon can speak human language and recognize human characters, it becomes no different from a human and can be called a "demon-human," making it extremely easy for it to embark on the path to immortality. "Could it be that this old fox has already embarked on the path to immortality and is no longer an ordinary demon?" Fang Shu muttered to himself, his mind suddenly tightening slightly.

Just then, a sound continued to ring out from the side: "Woo-woo, woo-woo-woo!"

It was that pair of scoundrels, still struggling, trying to attract Fang Shu's attention.

Without making a sound, Fang Shu tucked the tiger skin and fox head into his pocket, while the old fox's body was tucked into his waistband.

Because he suspected he had discovered some kind of "magic," Fang Shu began searching the cliff carefully, digging three feet into the ground and examining every bone and marrow, for fear of missing any opportunity.

And indeed, he found some hidden objects.

Unfortunately, they were all common items and inconvenient to carry. Only two or three ounces of gold and two pearls the size of pigeon eggs caught his eye.

After confirming several times that nothing was missing, Fang Shu was ready to go again.

"An immortal! An immortal!"

At that moment, an even louder sob echoed from the cliff.

It was that pair of pigs and dogs. When they saw Fang Shu was about to leave, they struggled desperately and finally broke free of the rope binding their mouths.

A man and a woman were crying and wailing incessantly.
"Immortal, save me! Immortal, please investigate! I have never committed adultery with a dog! I'm innocent! I'm innocent!"

"I have been wronged. Please, immortal, save me. I am willing to cultivate immortality with you."

Fang Shu stopped in his tracks when he heard their conversation.

"Immortals, cultivators?" He chuckled, looking at the pair of scoundrels, and shook his head.

"Read less of those folk tales; they're all just delusions."

The words fell.

Jingle Bell!
He turned and leaped, the copper bell at his waist jingling, soaring beyond the white cliff.

His body was like a falling leaf, as if he were riding the wind and walking on clouds.

Only the two of them, a man and a woman, were left tied to the cliff, staring blankly at his disappearing figure.

………………

"I am also a fool."

Fang Shu moved nimbly through the mountains, and with a slight sway, he could leap across rocks and climb mountains.

He didn't go far, just a few hills away, when he saw a cave in the middle of a cliff. He immediately jumped up and went into the cave.

The reason he used the Lightness Talisman was not to show off in front of others, nor was it because he was too lazy to walk down the mountain, but to find a place to stay quickly.

The cave in front of us is perfectly vertical, with a height of nearly 100 feet from both the bottom and top of the cliff, making it an ideal choice.

Upon entering the cave, Fang Shu first explored its depth, then swept and cleaned it, eliminating the insects and bats. After confirming that there were no problems, he sat down cross-legged.

As soon as he sat down, he couldn't contain himself and took out the tiger skin to examine the writing on it closely.

Upon seeing this, his expression changed, and a look of great joy appeared on his face.

What was written on the tiger skin was clearly a spell, titled "The Art of Changing Skin and Feathers."

After thoroughly understanding the principles, cultivators can peel off the skin of demons or humans to create a magical artifact, then transform into human form and gain one or two abilities.

The old fox not only copied the spell completely onto the tiger skin, but also transcribed a lot of its cultivation insights, seemingly using the tiger skin as a cultivation notebook.

However, Fang Shu's joy was quickly replaced by a deep sense of regret.

Upon inspection, he discovered that the spell on the tiger skin was largely intact, especially the corresponding cryptic text, which was complete.

However, this tiger skin had been completely damaged by the poisonous bees and wine, turning it into a tattered and worn-out coat.

Otherwise, he only needed to master this spell to immediately don the tiger skin and transform himself into a ferocious tiger.

This kind of tiger disguised as a human is not like the animal creation technique or illusion talisman paper, which is destroyed by water. Instead, it is impervious to water and fire, and can even give a person the strength of a tiger, or even a few traces of the ability to manipulate ghosts and illusions.

This is probably why that old fox was able to create illusions in the mountains.

Unfortunately, the tiger skin was already damaged, so if Fang Shu wanted to cultivate this spell again, he would have to find a high-quality demon skin and re-refine it himself.

Suddenly, his sorrowful gaze slowly shifted and finally landed on the old fox's corpse, a smile appearing on his face.

Isn't this fox itself an excellent material for pelt making?!
Fang Shu immediately took the fox carcass from his waist and examined the quality of the pelt by feeling it up and down and pulling it left and right.

But suddenly, with a snap!
A plaque, neither gold nor wood, fell from the headless neck of the fox corpse...

(End of this chapter)