Becoming an immortal from a canal worker

Chapter 169: Refining Yuan Gang, Born with an Evil Body?

Seven days.

Chen Ping stayed in the training ground for seven whole days.

The stone door closed from the inside and never opened again. The sounds from outside were blocked by the thick stone walls. He was the only one in the training ground, with only a knife and the stone walls on all sides that were cratered by the qi.

For the first three days, I practiced the Blazing Sun Burning the Sea True Scripture.

The first layer of the Ganghai (罡海) is initially formed, and its essence is to expand the total amount of Gang Qi (罡气).

Chen Ping followed the path on the rubbing, circulating his internal energy. He traveled along a completely new meridian, and wherever he went, it was as if a new channel had been dug next to the original riverbed. His internal energy slowly flowed into the new channel, and its total amount began to expand.

After his meal, his Qi and blood were as deep as an abyss. Every breath he took replenished his Qi and blood. The rate at which cultivation consumed Qi and blood was far slower than the rate at which it replenished. Chen Ping could operate almost continuously, only stopping to eat a few pills when he could no longer hold on. The meal squeezed out all the essence from the pills, and the impurities in the pills were stripped away to temper his flesh and blood. Not a single bit was wasted.

After three days, he had grasped the basics of the "Blazing Sun and Burning Sea" manual.

A line of small print flashed across my retina.

【The True Scripture of Blazing Sun and Burning Sea (Introduction)】

[Current progress: 1/100] For the next four days, alternate between practicing the Guiyuan Technique and the Lieyang Fenhai True Scripture.

The Returning to Origin Technique refines the quality of one's Qi, compressing, releasing, and compressing it again and again. With each cycle, the Qi becomes purer. The Blazing Sun Burning Sea True Scripture expands the total amount of Qi. The two methods work together, expanding the Qi on one hand and refining it on the other.

The progress of the Guiyuan Technique is faster than Chen Ping expected.

The cycle of compression and release is similar to the true meaning of the Tide Abyss Blade. It is like swallowing the tide and releasing it, accumulating strength and then releasing it. His body has become familiar with this path. When the Returning Origin Technique follows this path, the resistance is more than half that of ordinary people.

After four days, the Guiyuan Technique progressed from beginner to minor mastery.

【The Return to Origin Technique (Minor Success)】

Current progress: 1/500

Day 7, early morning.

Chen Ping sat cross-legged in the center of the training ground, closing his eyes and concentrating.

The internal energy flowed slowly through the meridians. After seven days of expansion and refinement, the total amount of internal energy was nearly 20% thicker than it had been seven days ago, and its quality had also become much more solid. It felt heavy as it flowed, like river water turning into mercury.

He could sense that the threshold of the first level of training was right in front of him.

Qin Ya said that the first three refinements are to purify and solidify the Qi itself, while simultaneously cleansing the physical body. The threshold for the first refinement lies in the first qualitative change of the Qi, which requires compressing all the Qi in the body to its limit at the same time, and then releasing it at that moment, allowing the compressed Qi to rebound and flush through the meridians of the whole body, completing the first cleansing.

Chen Ping took a deep breath and began to compress.

The vital energy slowly recedes from the limbs and bones, converging along the meridians towards the vital essence, gathering more and more, becoming increasingly dense and compressed.

The internal energy within the body felt like it was being stuffed into an increasingly smaller container, with pressure pushing it outwards from the inside. A dull ache spread from the abdomen throughout the body, and the bones emitted a faint creaking sound.

Chen Ping gritted his teeth and continued to press down.

The method of Guiyuan Jue came into play at this moment; he had practiced the compression technique for four days and knew it by heart.

The qi pressed down layer by layer, and with each layer, the dull pain intensified. Sweat seeped from his pores, dripping onto the bluestone ground with a crackling sound.

When the pressure reached the last layer, it felt like the entire dantian was about to explode.

Chen Ping suddenly relaxed.

boom!

A torrent burst forth from the Gang Yuan, flowing along the meridians to the limbs and bones. Wherever it passed, the meridian walls were eroded with excruciating pain, as if someone were rubbing sandpaper back and forth inside.

The vital energy, carrying away the remaining impurities within the body, pushed them outwards. These impurities seeped from the pores, leaving a layer of grayish-black grime on the skin's surface, emitting a foul stench. The torrent completed a full cycle and returned to its source.

The internal energy within the body was ten percent less than before, but the remaining energy was heavy and pure, as if it had been filtered ten times.

Chen Ping opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.

The stale air condensed into a white line that lingered for a long time.

He looked down at his arm, his skin covered with a layer of grayish-black grime, just like when he cleansed his marrow during the second layer of the Cangwu Record. Only this time, the contents that came out were deeper and more turbid, as if something dirty that had been hidden in the crevices of his bones for many years had been turned out.

It was successfully refined in one go.

He stood up, stretched his limbs, and felt a sense of clarity throughout his body, as if he had shed some burden.

He pulled a cloth from his pocket and wiped the dirt off his body. It wasn't clean enough, so he had to find a place to wash.

Not urgent.

He took a cloth bag from his pocket and opened it.

Gold essence and iron core.

It's about the size of a fist, jet black with golden patterns running across its surface. It's extremely heavy, feeling like holding a block of solidified molten iron in your hand. Only after one refinement can one be qualified to refine elemental qi.

The Golden Refined Iron Core contains the essence of metal. If it can be refined, his Qi will be imbued with the metal attribute, becoming extremely sharp and penetrating far beyond that of others of the same level.

When combined with the Dragon Python True Qi, the Qi Giant Python gains the ability to cut and kill.

Chen Ping held the Golden Essence Iron Core in his palm, and slowly circulated the Spirit Gathering Technique. An extremely fine and sharp aura emanated from his fingertips, as if countless fine needles were pricking his palm.

Just then, a sudden jolt went through the depths of my mind.

Chen Ping paused, then frowned.

A violent surge of emotion came from the other end of the spiritual thread, fierce, ferocious, and mixed with anger and killing intent.

Cao Dayong.

During the seven days Chen Ping secluded himself, he shielded the spirit puppet's senses from external interference to prevent his cultivation from being disturbed.

The fact that such emotional fluctuations could penetrate the shield indicates that the situation on the other end has reached an extreme.

He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking along the spiritual threads.

The scene appears. A narrow alley.

Cao Dayong stood in the middle of the alley, holding a long knife in his hand, his muscles tense, his eyes ferocious, staring at the group of people slowly walking towards him from the other end of the alley.

Five men in black, armed with knives, moved at a leisurely pace, spreading out in a fan shape and blocking both ends of the alley.

His aura was around the level of internal strength, stronger than Cao Dayong's.

Cao Dayong gritted his teeth, forcing out the words from his throat: "Those bastards from the Lu family, they're like dogs that kick away the ladder after they've served their purpose... They've used me and then discarded me, they didn't even leave me a way out?!"

The leader of the men in black chuckled, tapping the ground with the tip of his knife. His voice was languid: "Do you think the Lu family, a powerful clan, is so easy to take advantage of? Since you accepted the money the master gave you to save your life, and now that things have been exposed, you should be prepared to be a scapegoat. Go in peace and shut your mouth forever; it's better for everyone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several men rushed forward with knives in hand.

Chen Ping watched this scene and a slight twitch appeared on his lips.

The Lu family began to purge the spies who were tailing him.

When Cao Dayong first showed up at the Lu family's place, they saw him as a pawn who was paid to do things. Now that the truth had come out, the pawn naturally had to be eliminated.

They underestimated the dignity of these powerful families; they could turn on you in an instant.

Just as he was about to send a few killing blows through the spiritual thread, Cao Dayong in the scene suddenly grinned maliciously. "The Lu family's dogs... since you're not leaving me a way out."

"Then I'll show you today the power my master has bestowed upon me!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, wisps of black smoke seeped out from Cao Dayong's flesh and blood.

Within a few breaths, the black mist condensed and took shape.

A jet-black suit of armor covered Cao Dayong's entire body, with a faint layer of black mist floating on its surface. The long sword in his hand was also shrouded in black mist, with traces of scarlet patterns seeping from its blade.

Xuanjia Evil Embryo.

"die!!"

Cao Dayong took a step forward.

The men in black robes were startled and instinctively swung their long swords down.

Several long swords struck Cao Dayong squarely, the metal clanging and sparks flying everywhere.

The black armor remained completely still.

"Hahaha, you can't cut me! You bunch of trash can't cut me!!" Cao Dayong laughed loudly, slashing out with his long sword without any technique, each slash heavier and heavier than the last.

One of the men in black robes was unable to dodge in time, and his arm was slashed open by the long, black mist blade.

No blood gushed out.

The wound turned black instantly.

Strands of black lines spread outward from the wound, covering the entire arm within a few breaths.

"What the hell is this?!"

The man screamed as he tore open his shirt. The blackness beneath his skin spread rapidly, and crimson blood mist began to seep from the pores all over his body. The blood mist drifted out and was swallowed by the armor on Cao Dayong's body.

In the blink of an eye, the person shrank, the flesh collapsed, and the moisture and blood were drained away, turning into a dried-up corpse.

Meanwhile, Cao Dayong's aura surged dramatically.

This scene terrified the other men in black robes, who retreated in fear.

Someone's teeth chattered, and he could barely grip his knife. His voice trembled as he said, "No wonder...no wonder the Lu family sent out so many people, yet they couldn't find you these past few days...So you bastard...you've been secretly practicing evil magic all along...you've become a monster!!"

Cao Dayong pointed his knife at the ground, panting heavily, and grinned, "No, this is the master's great power!" With that, he lunged forward.

Screams echoed through the alley, followed by muffled thuds, before falling silent for a short while.

Cao Dayong stood in the middle of the alley, with several human skeletons lying at his feet. The armor slowly retracted under the flesh, and the black mist dissipated.

He looked down at the dried corpses, his breathing heavy, his eyes filled with fanaticism.

Just then.

A sudden exclamation of praise drifted leisurely from the entrance of the alley.

"Who would have thought that such a small city as Tianyan would harbor someone with a naturally evil physique?"

Chen Ping frowned slightly upon hearing this.

Born with an evil body?

Before he could think about it, another person suddenly appeared in the picture.

At the entrance of the alley, a well-to-do middle-aged man dressed as a businessman slowly walked in.

With a round face, squinty eyes, and a slightly plump figure, he wore a long silk robe and had a money pouch hanging from his waist; he looked like an ordinary merchant. But the moment Chen Ping's spiritual threads came into contact with this person's aura, they suddenly contracted.

Yuan Gang.

Before Cao Dayong could react, the portly middle-aged man was already standing in front of him.

A handshake.

The qi transformed into an invisible giant hand, pressing Cao Dayong firmly to the ground, causing the bluestone slab to crack under the pressure.

Cao Dayong lay on the ground, his face pressed into the rubble, unable to move.

The portly middle-aged man squatted down, squinting at Cao Dayong as if examining an interesting piece of merchandise, a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth.

"I've actually found such a genius."

He stood up and dusted off his hands.

"Fortunately, those bastards from the Lu family didn't kill me. If I bring this back, the sect will definitely reward me."

......

Chen Ping opened his eyes. The training ground was so quiet that only his own breathing could be heard.

He still clutched the golden iron core in his hand, and the stinging sensation of the fine needles in his palm lingered.

He lowered his head, stared at the golden iron core in his hand for a while, and then slowly put it back into his pocket.

Born with an evil body?