Living as a Mortal: Grinding Experience Starting from the Underworld

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Zhang Feng once again entered the familiar rhythm of grinding experience.

One day, two days, three days...

A month later, Zhang Feng had perfected the Undying Demon Soul Technique, and his soul power had reached the late stage of the second-tier Soul Refining Realm.

Sure enough, in the Yin-heavy Yin-heavy land, the progress of the Demon Soul Technique was particularly rapid.

After both the Netherworld Body Refining Technique and the Undying Demon Soul Technique were perfected, they disappeared directly from Zhang Feng's experience panel.

The Hades Technique was also released from its seal, and its proficiency level jumped from "beginner" to "proficient" and directly became "master" (1/100).

Three months later, Zhang Feng mastered all the techniques that came with the cultivation method (1/100).

Further improvement in spell proficiency can only be achieved through actual combat.

However, there was one thing that troubled Zhang Feng greatly.

The only unrealistic aspect is that using the Blood Demon Body's supernatural power to improve it through empty liver is that you can't just poke yourself to stimulate the Blood Demon Body's self-healing ability. It can only be improved in actual combat.

During these four months, when Zhang Feng was hungry, he would go to the nest of the Yin Beast to find some fish and meat that had fallen there, and when he was thirsty, he would drink the fresh water in the village.

After finishing his cultivation technique, Zhang Feng prepared to go to Red Earth Village. Last time he went, he was too rushed and missed the stone house in Red Earth Village where cultivators stored their belongings.

This time, we went straight there and cleaned it all up.

After that, they would climb Storm Mountain and hunt level-two Nether Beasts on the mountainside.

On Suihan Island, the appearance of the Six-Winged Spirit Fish was too sudden, and Wan Qing did not make a move until Zhang Feng fell into the Yin Netherworld.

So, can their agreement still stand?

Zhang Feng shook his head inwardly. This hunt for the Yinming Beast, to obtain the Yinming Beast Crystal and the Yinming Water, was merely a resource gathering exercise.

Wan Qing wants these resources, but he must exchange them for what he needs.

However, the prerequisite for the exchange is that Zhang Feng successfully forms his core, at least possessing the strength to face Wan Qing directly.

After packing his bags and erasing any trace of himself, Zhang Feng, holding the black compass, embarked on his journey.

……

Outside Hongtu Village, Zhang Feng immediately spotted two slightly familiar figures.

On the outskirts of town, a middle-aged woman stood with Huang Qiuxian at the entrance of Hongtu Village, her face filled with anxiety and anticipation.

"Mother, it's been four months already, how much longer do we have to wait? The Immortal Master might have already left!"

Huang Qiuxian looked at his mother and couldn't help but ask.

"Shut up! I asked the cultivators in the village, and only two cultivators surnamed Feng have left by climbing the mountain recently. Senior Zhang definitely hasn't left!"

Cuizhu clutched the hem of her animal-skin coat, kneading it anxiously.

"But Mother, if I don't go out hunting, the food rations in the village will only decrease, and then we might not be able to support ourselves."

Huang Qiuxian tried to persuade her, saying he couldn't understand why his mother insisted on waiting for Master Zhang.

"No, it's okay if there's less food, you have to wait with me."

"Do you know that if that person takes pity on us, we might have a chance to escape from this place?"

"Once we escape this place, I will no longer have to endure this humiliating life, and you will be able to see the world of cultivators."

Cui Zhu spoke with fervor, full of longing for the outside world.

Huang Qiuxian still didn't understand. What was wrong with being a mortal? Those cultivators were no different from him, so why did he have to yearn for it so much?

"Father was right after all. Mother is an immortal and that will never change. She has always wanted to leave this place. I just hope the immortal master has already gone far away and put an end to Mother's hopes, otherwise we will really starve to death."

Huang Qiuxian looked out of the village, his mind wandering.

Zhang Feng had no intention of avoiding the two men and walked normally to the entrance of Hongtu Village.

"Senior Zhang, my name is Cuizhu. We met in Huangtu Village ten years ago. Do you remember me?"

Upon seeing Zhang Feng appear, Cui Zhu was overjoyed and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him and inquire.

Zhang Feng ignored him; the debt of gratitude had long been settled, and there was no need to create further entanglement.

"Senior Zhang, Senior Zhang! Please take us out of here!"

Upon seeing Zhang Feng's indifferent expression, Cuizhu panicked instantly and grabbed Huang Qiuxian, trying to kneel down.

Zhang Feng frowned, turned away, and sped off.

His previous experience of escaping with Wan Qing, a Core Formation cultivator, still terrified him. Now, the idea of ​​him leading people to escape again was pure wishful thinking.

"Senior, senior, please beg for divine intervention! Kneel down quickly, please, senior, hurry!"

Seeing Zhang Feng walk away, Cui Zhu became even more flustered, determined not to let this opportunity slip by.

Cuizhu grabbed Huang Qiuxian and tried to chase after him, but when she tried to pull her arm, she found that her son did not budge.

"Seeking immortality? Seeking immortality?"

Cui Zhu called out urgently twice, but Huang Qiuxian remained motionless.

"Mother, there's nothing good about being an immortal, and there's nothing good about going out either. I'd rather be a mortal than have to beg from others."

Kneeling down in front of someone is something this proud young man cannot do.

"You bastard, so arrogant! You've never seen an immortal summon wind and rain, yet you dare to spout such nonsense. How have I taught you all these years?"

Cuizhu was both anxious and angry. Overwhelmed with anger, she fainted, her eyes rolled back.

"mother!"

Huang Qiuxian grabbed Cuizhu and pinched her philtrum, calling out to her repeatedly.

Zhang Feng had already gone far away and did not notice the strangeness behind him. He followed the direction to find the place in Hongtu Village where cultivators' items were stored.

……

Inside the stone house in Hongtu Village where monks' belongings were stored.

Zhang Feng was looking at the empty stone house with a puzzled expression.

The ritual implements, weapons, storage bags, and clothing have all vanished without a trace, leaving only dozens of inscribed stone tablets.

Where did they go? Where are my magical artifacts, treasures, and storage bags?

In this dark and gloomy place, isn't it true that no one can use these things?

Was it disposed of as waste by the ordinary people here?

That shouldn't be happening!

At this moment, a burly middle-aged man walked in. Seeing Zhang Feng standing there in a daze, he casually threw down his blood-stained and tattered clothes and chuckled.

"Hey, are you here to clean up cultivators' trash too?"

"There's no need to do it anymore. A couple of days ago, two new cultivators took all the junk in this house as if they had found a treasure."

"oh!"

Zhang Feng instantly realized that someone had beaten him to it.

I wonder which fellow cultivator was so confident in bringing all the relics of the cultivators to climb Storm Mountain.

Thank you for letting me know.

Zhang Feng bowed in thanks and turned to leave the stone house.

The originally planned spoils are gone.

But since the other party is also going to climb Stormwind Mountain, we might meet them on the way up.

He now needs to use the beast crystals to exchange for food for mountain climbing, preparing for a long battle.

Let's also take this opportunity to meet the cultivators of Red Earth Village. After all, I haven't seen any other cultivators here twice, except for the first time when I met Wan Qing.

"Hey, fellow Daoist, no need to thank me. Since you're interested in these relics, you must be a newcomer and preparing to climb Storm Mountain."

"I advise you to stay here for a few more years, learn more and prepare yourself. Don't be greedy and take too many cultivator relics. Storm Mountain is not so easy to climb."

The middle-aged man offered his advice.

"Thank you for informing me, fellow Daoist. My name is Zhang Feng. May I ask your name?"

Zhang Feng turned around and thanked him again.

"Haha, my carriage is no big deal. If you really want to climb Storm Mountain, you might as well wait a while."

"At that time, more fellow practitioners will gather in Hongtu Village, and we can help each other climb the mountain, which will be much safer than climbing alone!"

The travel advice is as follows.

"Thank you for the invitation, fellow driver. I will definitely consider it carefully."

Zhang Feng replied calmly that as for forming another mountain climbing team, especially with unfamiliar cultivators, he would never agree to it under any circumstances.