Dongting Immortal Clan

Chen Changhe quickly extended his spiritual sense toward the child, carefully sensing its condition.

When the evil spirit entered the child's soul, it was directly split into two parts.

The malevolent energy within was guided to operate along a special path, becoming nourishment for the soul, which remained within its body.

As for spiritual energy... it seemed to have no effect on it, only lingering for a short while before being expelled again.

This process is remarkably similar to Chen Changhe's method of cultivating magical power by using the moonlight.

"Is it using this yin and evil energy to cultivate itself?"

Chen Changhe instantly understood, but his heart was filled with turmoil.

Could it be that my previous guess was correct, and that this child was indeed a cultivator in life, and even now, as a ghost, he can still cultivate by borrowing evil energy?

In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the fist-sized ball of spiritual energy inside the small cauldron had been mostly absorbed by the child, and the spiritual energy in the cauldron had become thinner, but the spiritual mist above the Shangyuan Pool had become exceptionally dense, almost condensing into spiritual liquid and dripping down.

Chen Changhe tried to inhale a wisp of milky white spiritual mist into his body, and his magical power instantly became active, and his heart fire also became more intense.

"It can be refined directly!"

Chen Changhe found it hard to believe.

Soon, the child yawned lazily, a look of satisfaction on his face, as if he had eaten and drunk his fill and was starting to feel sleepy.

It turned its head to the Chen brothers, tilted its head, as if to greet them.

Immediately, his figure flickered, transforming into a gray-white shadow, and disappeared back into the ebony prayer beads.

The rosary beads dimmed and quickly went silent.

Chen Changhe and Chen Dajiang exchanged a glance. Without saying a word, they both closed their eyes and focused all their energy on cultivating their techniques!

"call--"

The spiritual mist, like rivers flowing into the sea, was frantically absorbed into the two's bodies. Without needing to be refined, it quickly entered their meridians and flowed into their dantian.

Chen Changhe guided the spiritual energy to circulate in his meridians, and wherever it passed, the meridians became moist and smooth.

Some hidden injuries left from previous cultivation were also healed slowly by the nourishment of spiritual energy.

His inner fire burned ever brighter, illuminating his entire dantian as if it were daytime.

As the moon began to set in the west and the sky began to lighten, the two of them finally absorbed all the ethereal mist that had permeated the courtyard.

Chen Changhe slowly finished his practice, opened his eyes, and his eyes gleamed with a sharp light, with a faint flow of magical power.

He looked inward at himself and found that the forty-third strand of magical power in his dantian had been cultivated, and it was easier and smoother than ever before.

"It only took one night."

Chen Changhe was somewhat incredulous. He turned to look at his elder brother, Chen.

At this moment, Chen Dajiang opened his eyes, exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and his aura faintly resembled a white rainbow.

His face remained simple and honest, but his brows held an indescribable air of otherworldly grace. His aura was harmonious and clear, without any stagnation or turbidity, and his skin shimmered with a subtle radiance in the morning light.

"Big brother, you..."

Chen Changhe sensed the change in Chen Dajiang and his eyes lit up with surprise.

That completely different, refreshing and vibrant aura belonging to a true practitioner revealed a look of surprise in his eyes.

Chen Dajiang clenched his fist, feeling his body light and agile, grinned, and said with a hint of excitement in his voice:

"Changhe, I...I've succeeded too."

"So this is what it feels like to be reborn! It's like being born again!"

The two brothers looked at each other and smiled, everything understood without a word.

"I switched to the Purple Fire Earth Qi Technique only half a month ago, and my magical power has not increased. But I didn't expect that after cultivating here for one night, I would directly shed my wooden body..."

Chen Dajiang said in a somewhat dazed tone:

"That child..."

"I'm afraid they're not from an ordinary family."

Chen Changhe stood up, put the small cauldron into his storage bag, and nodded, saying:

"I originally carried it with me to see if the Zhou family had any hidden treasures, but I never expected that it could absorb spiritual energy and even dissolve the evil energy within it."

"A coincidence is also a matter of luck."

Chen Dahe smiled and said repeatedly:

"I wonder if this can last. If the little cauldron can condense spiritual energy each time, and the child can dispel the evil energy and leave behind spiritual mist... our cultivation speed might even advance to another level!"

Chen Changhe nodded slightly and smiled:

"There's no rush. We'll try again next full moon."

As he spoke, he pondered in his heart:

"The small cauldron was able to condense moonlight before, and here it can attract spiritual and malevolent energy. Could it be that absorbing and refining energy is the function of the small cauldron?"

"As long as it is confirmed that the child can continue to refine spiritual energy, my cultivation speed will be able to increase significantly in the future."

"The ancient method passed down by Xiao Ding produces a more profound and stable magical power than other cultivators of the same realm. The 'Water Element Profound Method' bestowed by Zhou Yan only reaches the Golden Marrow Realm. If I want to switch to another method, I need to find a suitable cultivation technique."

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In the blink of an eye, more than half a year has passed since Chen Dajiang shed his wooden body.

Although Zhoujia Village is still called Zhoujia Village, everyone knows that Qingxi Town has changed drastically. The Zhou family is now just a name, while the Chen family is at its zenith. Everyone associated with the Chen family is doing quite well.

The earthen slope where the dragon carp spirit was once spied on is now called "Yongwuping".

The Chen family built an earthen platform here specifically for training their loyal and brave family guards.

The coach was naturally Old Zhang. Five years had passed, but the old man's health had not deteriorated. He was still ruddy-faced and spoke with a strong voice.

"The first batch has already trained quite well. Chen Yulong is the most skilled, and Wang Xiaoman is not bad either. They can both be trusted confidants and serve as captains."

"The rest will be temporarily assigned as deputy squad leaders."

Suddenly, Old Zhang asked with a hint of surprise and curiosity:

"That Zhou Tiema... has he really opened his spiritual aperture?"

Chen Changhe nodded.

"Yesterday I secretly transmitted to him the cultivation method of the first stage of the Water Element Mystery Method."

"It's a pity I'm getting a bit old; I might not be able to cultivate the fire in my heart."

He had already checked the aptitudes of the people on this platform, and apart from Zhou Tiema, none of them had spiritual apertures.

Zhou Tiema's spiritual insights also developed in a strange way.

It's not in the dantian, nor in the qi palace, but under your feet.

Each of his feet has an open spiritual aperture, from which vital energy flows out, which is the reason for his extraordinary leg strength.

"They have been training for almost two years and are quite well-trained. Each of them leads a local militia, armed with swords, spears, bows and arrows. Defending Qingxi Town should not be a problem, and ordinary bandits are no match for them."

As he spoke, Chen Changhe continued to ponder in his heart:

"In the past six months, I have been cultivating by the Shangyuan Pond. With the help of the 'Wooden Boy's' ability to ward off evil, I have cultivated my own magical power to eighty-one levels, which is almost double."

"Yuquan, however, remains undeveloped..."

He sighed inwardly.

"I'm afraid what Hu'er said is true; there's something wrong with the method Xiao Ding taught!"

"If this Taiyin Method is the ancient method that Li Kaihe mentioned, I'm afraid I'll have to switch to a different cultivation method."

Although he had the help of Xiao Ding and Mu Tong, and could cultivate by relying on the spiritual mist, the ancient methods were mostly incomplete. Even if he could cultivate for a while, there would be many loopholes later on.

Chen Changhe was not a pedantic person; he had already begun to plan for himself.

"It's a pity that the market town of Deer Horn Mountain is not easy to navigate, otherwise I would have gone to find a new magic technique... I wonder when Shen Congyun will be able to come again."

Just then, Chen Changhe suddenly heard someone shout.

"Brother Changhe!"

Turning my head, I saw Chen Yupeng running from the direction of Baiyukou, shouting as he ran.

"A celestial master has arrived at the lake!"

"He comes from Yunmeng County and claims to be a disciple of the Immortal Master Zhou Yan!"