Journey to the West Creation Technique

"Senior Zhao." Lu Chengjun respectfully presented the newly acquired demon core with both hands.

Zhao Xuangang smiled faintly: "The demon core of a first-order demon beast is useless to me. You can keep it yourself."

"But this was captured by the entire hunting party; can I keep it all myself?"

According to the rules, ownership of a monster is always determined by the person who kills it.

Although Lu Chengjun personally finished off the black-haired giant ape, Li Ang also participated in the fight.

It could be considered a kill by two people, but it would be a stretch to call it a kill by the whole team.

Zhao Xuangang nodded slightly, his opinion of Lu Chengjun rising even higher: "Give it to Su Wan. After the inspection tour, exchange it for Qingyun tickets and divide it equally among everyone."

Su Wan smiled and accepted the demon core: "This demon core is decent for alchemy; it can probably be exchanged for twenty Qingyun tickets."

"Let's continue."

As two demon corpses passed by on the sidewalk, Lu Chengjun's gaze fell on the fallen black bear.

He paused, swung the black iron shovel, and with a heavy thrust of the blade, cleanly sliced ​​off a bear paw.

Lin Che was taken aback: "What are you doing?"

"Let's roast a bear paw and have some." Lu Chengjun grinned.

Su Wan frowned slightly: "The flesh and blood of demonic beasts contain impure demonic energy and cannot be eaten. If you are hungry, I will teach you how to identify edible wild fruits along the way."

Lu Chengjun naturally knew that ordinary demon beast meat should not be eaten indiscriminately, but this black bear had not yet completely transformed into a demon, and the demonic energy in its flesh and blood was just within the limit that he could digest and absorb. Such opportunities were rare.

Although the flesh and blood of the whole bear would be of great benefit to him, the demonic energy would dissipate over time, so taking a bear paw would be just right.

As night fell, the group found a sheltered mountain hollow and set up camp.

Lin Che lit a bonfire.

Zhao Xuangang planted several array flags around the camp, setting up a simple warning array.

Su Wan took out the star chart from her bosom, used the starry sky to determine her location, and then spread out a map to check her position and plan the patrol route for the next day.

Lu Chengjun set up a fire stand next to the campfire and roasted the bear paws over the fire.

Before long, the rich aroma of meat spread through the mountain valley.

He started gnawing on the bear paw by himself, making the onlookers secretly swallow their saliva.

It really smells good...

However, the flesh and blood of demonic beasts are imbued with demonic energy, and consuming them rashly would taint one's own pure magical power. Apart from Lu Chengjun, no one dared to touch them.

"What kind of body-refining technique do you practice?" Li Ang asked again, curious.

"Earthly Fiend Body Refining Technique," Lu Chengjun replied calmly.

Never heard of it...

Li Ang didn't ask too many questions. Although he also wanted to enjoy the feast, he had to give up for the sake of the purity of his magical power.

Zhao Xuangang, who was in the Foundation Establishment stage, had already abstained from grains and did not need to eat; the others only picked some wild fruits and vegetables and ate very lightly.

Throughout the entire camp, only Lu Chengjun was eating with his mouth full of oil.

A bear paw the size of a washbasin, eaten in one meal.

The mixed demonic energy and flesh that ordinary cultivators find difficult to process are transformed by the powerful spleen and stomach after entering the stomach, turning into a warm and mellow heat that nourishes the limbs and bones.

A tingling, warm sensation spread through my entire body, bones, skin, and flesh.

This is what it feels like to feel dizzy when food is being served...

By this time, the rest of the people in the camp had already sat down with their backs to the campfire to meditate and regulate their breathing.

They are cultivating, drawing upon the stars in the sky, absorbing spiritual energy, and refining their magical power.

Lu Chengjun naturally also knew the Qi-refining techniques of the Qingyun Sect.

He also found an empty spot with his back to the campfire and sat down, calming his mind to practice the breathing technique.

Innate Qi is the spiritual root, and the Great Dao is inseparable from the Mysterious Female Gate.

Concentrate your mind and enter a meditative state, letting your consciousness sink into your inner vision.

Huaguoshan.

Water Curtain Cave.

Inside the cave is a blue stone, and on the blue stone grows a small tree.

Five emerald green leaves have sprouted on the sapling.

As the acquired energy refined by the spleen and stomach nourishes the innate energy, a new tender leaf slowly unfurls from the branches of the spiritual root.

After a night of meditation, the task was successfully completed.

After six levels of refinement, success will come naturally.

As the night passed and dawn broke, the campfire had long since died down, but the people in the camp continued their meditation and breathing exercises.

The mission of the hunting party is to slay monsters and protect the peace of the region.

However, for individual cultivators, cultivating and improving their cultivation level is the top priority.

They had already reached the patrol area, so naturally they decided to remain still and observe.

Practice meditation as much as possible every day, instead of wandering around.

Lu Chengjun has already finished his work.

His main cultivation method does not require meditation or qi cultivation at all.

The reason I meditated last night was simply because I didn't want to go too far.

For Lu Chengjun, he would rather walk a hundred miles of mountain road every day than sit still.

"I'll go patrol the area." Lu Chengjun took the initiative to leave the camp and patrol the surroundings.

It wasn't really an inspection; I just wanted to leave.

The monk Lian Sha either cultivates the fields or carries heavy loads on long journeys.

However, Lu Chengjun's actions made him seem particularly responsible.

For the safety of the villagers of Nanmingwei, he was willing to give up his precious cultivation time and devote himself wholeheartedly to the task of patrolling.

What kind of spirit is this?!

Lin Che, who was meditating, looked a little ashamed: "Fellow Daoist Lu's aura is unusual. He clearly broke through his cultivation level last night. He should continue to cultivate and consolidate his strength."

Su Wan also looked ashamed: "Fellow Daoist Lu, you don't covet cultivation gains at all, and devote all your energy to patrolling the mountains and protecting the Southern Underworld Guards. We, on the other hand, only care about ourselves... It's really..."

"I'll go on the hunt with him too," Li Ang said, standing up and ending his meditation.

"Sit down!" Team leader Zhao Xuangang suddenly spoke.

His eyes were still closed, and he was also making the most of the time to refine his true essence.

"Sigh..." Since the squad leader had already spoken, Li Ang could only obediently listen.

The four continued their meditation practice...

Zhao Xuangang possessed powerful divine sense; he had already noticed Lu Chengjun carrying a massive iron shovel weighing several hundred kilograms in one hand, circling around the camp...

This is clearly a form of cultivation!

The only difference is the method of cultivation.

Two hours later...

"Cock-a-doodle-doo..." A deep, loud, strange cry, resembling the crowing of a rooster, suddenly rang out from the depths of the mountains and forests.

Lin Che, Su Wan, and Li Ang opened their eyes instantly upon hearing the voice, exclaiming in unison, "It's Yu Long!"

Then several loud explosions followed...

"They've already clashed!"

"Let's go quickly!"

"It's over," Zhao Xuangang said again.

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances. Given Lu Chengjun's strength in slaying the black-haired giant ape yesterday, it was only natural that he could instantly kill a mere feathered dragon.

……

Outside the camp, Lu Chengjun's breathing was slightly heavy.

The exchange just now was extremely dangerous.

He wielded the crescent-shaped iron shovel with practiced skill, each sweep and strike hitting the Feather Dragon perfectly.

Although the feathered dragon was swift, it was no match for the powerful shovel strike.

Killed on the spot!

It's time to reap the final harvest.

Lu Chengjun swung his heavy shovel, about to open the furnace and extract the pills from the fallen Yulong, when the originally lifeless beast suddenly opened its pair of cold, fierce vertical pupils.

It hadn't gotten up yet, so Lu Chengjun only needed to smash it down, and whether it was dead or alive, it would be smashed into a pile of mangled flesh.

But Lu Chengjun, as if possessed, stopped the attack.

Taking advantage of the moment, the feathered dragon sprang up, not daring to continue fighting, and turned to disappear into the depths of the dense forest.

"Why did you let it go?" Zhao Xuangang had appeared out of the camp at some point and was standing behind Lu Chengjun.

"Feathered dragons live in groups and will call upon their friends and acquaintances."

"Oh..." Zhao Xuangang showed a hint of surprise.

During their daily patrols, they had encountered the Feathered Dragon, but they always killed it without hesitation and never let it go.

"Well done!" Zhao Xuangang nodded, then went back to the camp.

Holding a crescent-shaped black iron shovel, Lu Chengjun stood guard outside the camp, quietly waiting for the swarm of feathered dragons.

It was already afternoon...

The swarm of feathered dragons also failed to arrive as expected.