Ghost Immortal

Li Feng carried the bull's head to the side of the cauldron, rinsed it clean with water, and then carefully placed it into the cauldron, filling it with water.

This fire burned brighter than any before.

Li Feng moved all the firewood out of the temple and piled it into three small mounds of firewood under the three legs of the cauldron. Flames shot up more than two feet high, and the entire cauldron was enveloped in orange-red firelight.

The dark red light in the grooves at the bottom of the tripod legs grew brighter and brighter, turning from dark red to golden red, like three molten gemstones inlaid at the bottom of the tripod legs.

The buzzing sound it emitted changed from low to high.

A bubbling sound came from inside the cauldron, and steam gushed out from the gaps in the lid.

But this time, the sprayed water vapor was entwined with a pale golden mist.

The mist was interspersed with specks of purple light, which rose gently into the sky.

Li Feng lay beside the cauldron, greedily inhaling the pale golden mist.

The feeling of the mist entering the body was more than ten times stronger than when I absorbed the white mist from the spirit rice.

Suddenly, the lid of the cauldron was lifted off the ground.

A thick, dark golden column of energy shot up from the mouth of the cauldron, piercing the roof of the dilapidated temple and soaring into the sky.

The column of air was as thick as a water tank, emitting a dazzling dark golden light in the night sky.

Surrounded by countless purple and gold lights, like an inverted Milky Way, it lit up a torch reaching the heavens in the night sky.

The trees around the dilapidated temple rustled from the shockwave of the air column, and birds in the mountains took flight, crying out in alarm in the darkness.

After shooting up a hundred feet into the sky, the column of air exploded in the clouds, forming a dark golden halo that spread in all directions, illuminating the mountains and forests for dozens of miles around.

Li Feng had no time to be shocked, because he felt an even purer spiritual energy drifting down along the edge of the column of energy.

This spiritual energy wasn't white; it was an almost transparent pale purple, like a wisp of purple smoke, slowly drifting down from the top of the energy column and landing on Li Feng's head.

It was as if a response from heaven was being poured into Li Feng's body.

As the spiritual energy entered his body, Li Feng immediately felt comfortable.

My consciousness was enveloped in warm and vast spiritual energy, like soaking in a hot spring, and the vortex of energy in my dantian was spinning wildly.

Five inches of spiritual root, broken!

The vortex spreads upwards along the meridians, all the way to the chest.

Six inches of spiritual root, done!

This spiritual energy, a feedback from the heavens, continued to propel us forward, extending into the lungs.

A seven-inch spiritual root is acceptable!

The golden light traveled down the meridians, enveloping the two testicles and the eight-inch spiritual root!

Only after reaching the level of eight inches and six roots of cultivation did the spiritual energy from the heavens run out.

Li Feng opened his eyes, and the golden light in them was even brighter than before. A thin purple line could be vaguely seen in his pupils.

It was the residual spiritual energy obtained from the purple-gold eye between the bull's eyebrows.

He felt the surging spiritual power within his body. The spiritual power cultivation of his eight-inch spiritual root was rushing through his meridians, creating an echoing sound like waves crashing against the shore.

Compared to a five-inch spiritual root, an eight-inch spiritual root represents a significant improvement, a qualitative leap, with the total spiritual power increasing at least fivefold.

The spiritual root has spread throughout the body. With a single thought, spiritual power fills the five internal organs, forming a cycle that is endless.

He turned his head to look at the bull's head in the cauldron. Half of the bull's head had changed. Its bluish-black fur had turned charred black, the dark gold patterns on its horns had faded, and the purple-gold eyes between its brows were completely closed.

The entire bull's head has shrunk a size, having been completely drained of its essence.

The broth in the pot was a thick, dark golden color, and the aroma of meat was irresistible.

Li Feng ladled the broth from the pot and divided it into three bowls.

I drank one bowl myself, left one bowl for Gao Feng, and prepared the other bowl for use on the road.

The broth melts in your mouth and is even richer than the broth made with beef tendon.

However, he has already broken through to the eighth inch of spiritual root, so this little bit of spiritual energy replenishment is just icing on the cake for him now, and cannot allow him to continue to break through.

Gao Feng is already considered a half-demon, so he can eat meat and drink soup.

After it drank the soup, the iron mask glowed with a ghostly green light, and a pale golden light emanated from the gaps between the armor plates.

Its spiritual energy fluctuations surged again, rising from a seven-inch spiritual root to nearly an eight-inch level, almost on par with Li Feng.

Li Feng nodded in satisfaction as he observed the changes in Gao Feng.

With an armored corpse possessing the strength of an eight-inch spiritual root as a guard, coupled with his own cultivation of an eight-inch spiritual root, the two of them together could put up a fight even against a true master.

After finishing these tasks, Li Feng reached out and touched the cauldron.

The bronze was cool to the touch, a stark contrast to the scalding hot broth inside the cauldron.

He suddenly remembered what the bald old man had said.

"I dug this cauldron out of a collapsed ancient tomb. For it, I lost three of my fellow disciples."

Li Feng was only eleven years old at the time.

Thinking about it now, the fact that an old man with bald heads, who cherishes his life like a dog, was willing to take such a big risk to dig up a cauldron shows that the cauldron's value far exceeded his imagination.

Li Feng patted the cauldron and muttered to himself, "You can cook spirit rice, you can cook beef tendons, you can even boil half a transformed beast's head into spirit soup. Just who are you?"

Ding did not answer him. He tried to lift it and found that it was really too heavy, probably weighing at least 800 jin if not 1,000 jin.

Running around the world carrying something that big, even if you're not considered crazy, it's still quite conspicuous.

He subconsciously thought that it would be better if this thing could be shrunk.

If there's a way to carry it with me without anyone noticing, then I can leave this dilapidated temple without worry.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, a muffled hum suddenly came from the belly of the cauldron.

Li Feng subconsciously took a step back, and lightning instantly lit up his right palm, guarding against any possible changes.

An unbelievable scene unfolded.

The bronze cauldron slowly shrank before his eyes, its size decreasing proportionally, from half a person's height to the size of a washbasin, then from a washbasin to the size of a fist, and finally becoming the size of a ring, suspended in mid-air.

The green rust and medicinal residue on the cauldron had all disappeared, revealing the dark bronze color underneath.

The inscription on the belly of the cauldron became clearer; it was a circle of ancient characters he had never seen before, with crooked strokes, like some kind of ancient sacrificial inscription.

Li Feng stretched out his hand, and the miniature cauldron landed in his palm. It was as light as a feather and he could hardly feel its weight.

"It really has shrunk?"

Li Feng held the small cauldron, turning it over and over to examine it, finding it increasingly magical.

This thing was as big as a pot a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye it turned into a small toy.

Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he tried to give the command in his mind: "Grow bigger?"

The small cauldron instantly returned to its original size, but it could no longer grow larger.

Unless he injects spiritual energy into it, but with Li Feng's current strength, he can only make the cauldron eight inches larger.

After pondering for a long time, he guessed at a possibility.

This cauldron requires spiritual energy to trigger changes, and the extent to which it grows is related to the intensity of the spiritual energy input.

He continued to pour in more spiritual energy, and the small cauldron grew even larger, becoming the size of a fist.

But as soon as he withdrew his spiritual power, the small cauldron immediately shrank back to the size of a ring and fell into his palm with a thud.

"So that's how it is!"

Li Feng suddenly realized.

This thing needs to continuously consume spiritual energy to grow larger, but it will automatically maintain its size when it shrinks.

This way, he can carry this small cauldron with him at all times, and when he needs to cook something, he can use his spiritual power to activate it and make it bigger.

He tore a thin hemp rope from the bald old man's tattered clothes, threaded the small cauldron through it, and hung it around his neck.

Li Feng patted his chest and nodded in satisfaction.

With this thing, you can cook food anywhere you go. It's an essential item for home, travel, and even murder and robbery.

He packed up the useful things in the temple, kept the old bald man's thin booklet close to his body, and wrapped the tattered book in oilcloth and stuffed it into his bundle.

He tucked the remaining two immobilization charms into his sleeve and folded several parchment maps into his bosom.

He had boiled all the edible herbs in the temple, leaving only some dried herb residue, which was of little use.

Li Feng stood at the temple gate, looked back one last time, and then strode down the mountain.