Establishing a Clan in the Eastern Wilderness: A Daily Divination, Cultivating Longevity in a Grotto

Quiet room.

Li Changsheng sat cross-legged beside the Spirit Spring Well and took out the Ghost Pipa.

The instrument was a near-second-tier magic weapon, entirely black, with its strings gleaming with a cold, eerie light. He tried plucking a string, channeling his spiritual energy into it, but found that with his fifth-level Qi Refining cultivation, he couldn't activate it at all.

Just as he was about to put it away, a strong emotional fluctuation suddenly came from the Hundred Ghosts Banner—it was a demon general, yearning for the pipa.

Li Changsheng pondered for a moment, then threw the Ghost Pipa into the Hundred Ghost Banner: "Here, take it. Refine it yourself."

The Hundred Demon Banner moved without wind, its surface billowing a few times before swallowing the demon pipa.

He composed himself, and with a thought, entered the thatched hut again.

The futon was still there, and the celestial book on the offering table remained silent. Li Changsheng sat cross-legged, took out the "Refining God Technique," turned to the first layer of the cultivation method, and tried to cultivate according to the instructions.

The obscure and difficult-to-understand formulas became clear and easy to understand in this thatched hut. Those tongue-twisting terms and mysterious meridian pathways seemed to have been broken down and broken down, and he could understand them at a glance and start practicing them immediately.

The spiritual energy flowed slowly in the sea of ​​consciousness, refining the chaotic and undifferentiated power of the soul.

I slept without any dreams.

As dawn broke, Li Changsheng opened his eyes, feeling refreshed and invigorated. The soul power within his sea of ​​consciousness was much more solid than the night before. He subconsciously glanced at the Heavenly Book—

[Refining Spirit Technique: Level 1 (10/100)]

Ten percent progress in one night.

Li Changsheng was overjoyed.

At this rate, he should be able to complete the first level of cultivation in less than ten days. Although the second level requires the assistance of the Soul Transformation Pill, as long as he finds the Soul Transformation Grass, everything will be fine.

He exited the Heavenly Book Space with renewed vigor and, as usual, began his daily divination.

A yellow light flowed, and the deduced text slowly emerged:

The Soul-Transforming Grass grows in the Kui Forest within the Yun Family's Ten Thousand Ghost Cave. This grass is extremely rare, requiring a place with exceptionally strong Yin energy to flourish. The Ten Thousand Ghost Cave has always been open only to members of the Yun Family; outsiders are forbidden from entering.

Soul-transforming grass.

Finally, there's news.

Li Changsheng was overjoyed and memorized the divination result. The Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave is only open to members of the Yun family... It seems I need to find an opportunity to talk to Yun Jiuniang and see if she can make an exception.

He put away the Heavenly Book, and with a thought, he activated the Hundred Ghost Banner, wanting to see how the ghost general was refining the Ghost Pipa.

The banners fluttered, and a sinister aura surged.

A slender figure gracefully emerged from the banner.

Li Changsheng was stunned.

She was a woman of unparalleled beauty, with flowing black hair and skin as smooth as jade. A long, dark black dress accentuated her ethereal and otherworldly elegance. In her arms, she held a jet-black pipa, the once grotesque and distorted human face on which had been replaced by a budding black lotus.

The woman walked up to Li Changsheng, gracefully knelt down, and said in a clear, cool voice, "Master."

Li Changsheng stared at her for a long while before asking uncertainly, "...Ghost General?"

"Yes." The woman lowered her eyes. "When I was refining the Ghost Pipa, I extracted a mysterious energy from it, which condensed into a physical form and also learned to speak human language."

Li Changsheng circled the ghost general, marveling at the transformation. Overnight, a skeleton had turned into a stunning beauty; he would never have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

"From this day forward," he thought for a moment, "your name will be 'Moyu'."

Mo Yu bowed again: "Mo Yu thanks Master for bestowing upon me this name."

...

...

Footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, followed by Grandmother Li's voice: "Changsheng, are you up yet?"

Li Changsheng got up and opened the door, only to find his grandmother standing outside with a strange expression.

"What's wrong?"

Li lowered her voice: "That girl...is awake."

Li Changsheng's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly walked towards his grandmother's courtyard.

The divination said that Yun Qilang saved this woman and rose to prominence from then on. Now, this woman, who had been in a coma in his Li family for nearly two years, has finally awakened.

In Grandmother's room, the window was half-open, and the morning light shone in, casting a faint golden hue on the blue brick floor.

The mysterious woman sat by the window with her back to the door.

Li Changsheng walked in quietly, circled around to her, and examined her closely. The woman had delicate features, but the crisscrossing scars were still terrifying. She stared blankly out the window, showing no reaction to Li Changsheng's arrival.

"She woke up like this," Li sighed as she followed behind. "I called her name so many times, but she didn't say a word. She just sat there."

Li Changsheng crouched down to look the woman in the eye. Her eyes were indeed hollow, as if she had lost her soul, leaving only an empty shell.

He reached out, wanting to take her pulse.

The instant his fingers touched the woman's wrist—

The woman suddenly moved.

Her fingers moved rapidly, forming a strange mark that Li Changsheng had never seen before. The mark was extremely profound; just one glance at it made him feel dizzy.

Immediately afterwards, the tattered cloth that Li Changsheng had obtained from the base of the statue flew out of his storage bag uncontrollably and hovered between the two of them.

The woman stared at the tattered cloth, and a flicker of emotion finally appeared in her empty eyes—a mixture of confusion, reminiscence, and some other indescribable feeling. She looked at it for a long time, then pinched a few marks onto the cloth, one by one.

Li Changsheng couldn't understand any of those marks, but each time one fell, the tattered cloth would tremble.

As the final mark fell, the tattered cloth suddenly burst forth with a burst of bloody light. The light was not dazzling, but rather as gentle as water, melting the tattered cloth into a stream of light that wrapped around Li Changsheng's waist, transforming into an inconspicuous belt.

Li Changsheng looked down at the belt that had suddenly appeared around his waist and reached out to tug at it—it didn't budge, as if it were an extension of his body.

He looked at the woman, who had already withdrawn her hand and returned to her dazed state. She slumped onto the bed.

Madam Li rushed forward to check on her and found that the woman's injuries had flared up again, which was why she had fallen into a deep sleep once more. She turned to look at Li Changsheng, somewhat uneasy: "Changsheng, this..."

Li Changsheng touched the belt around his waist that he couldn't remove, then looked at the unconscious woman:

"This tattered cloth was originally placed under the statue of a deity. Now it seems this woman sensed something was wrong and sealed something away. She probably didn't intend to harm me. As for her injuries..."

If you win the finals and secure a spot in Wulong Mountain, you might find a healing elixir in the ruins of an ancient cultivator's cave.

"Chang Sheng," Madam Li brought up another important matter: "your grandfather heard yesterday that you had brought back a statue of a deity, so he went to check the feng shui around Qinglan Mountain. When he came back, he kept telling me that he had found an excellent feng shui location. He rode his flying horse to confirm it early this morning, and I reckon he should be back soon."

Li Changsheng was slightly taken aback.

My grandfather was a renowned feng shui master in Lijiabao. Whenever there was a wedding, funeral, or house construction in the clan, people would ask him to take a look before they would feel at ease.

Although he later embarked on the path of immortality, his progress was slow due to his ninth-grade spiritual root aptitude. Fortunately, his five elements were balanced, making him suitable for cultivating the Earth-rank technique, the "Chaos Primordial Scripture," so it wasn't too bad.

Just as Li Changsheng was about to speak, his brow twitched, sensing a familiar presence approaching from outside the courtyard.

Pegasus.

He was slightly surprised.

Last night, he cultivated the "Refining God Technique," and his mental strength improved significantly. In the past, his five senses would never have been so sharp.

It seems that the divine forging effect of that Heavenly Book Space is even stronger than he expected.

A moment later, the flying horse landed in front of the courtyard.

Grandfather dismounted, his steps light and quick, unlike that of an old man over sixty. He clutched a yellowed animal hide map in his hand, his face beaming with excitement.