Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

Chen Mo looked at the attribute panel that appeared in front of him, his gaze sweeping over the numbers and text one by one.

The first thing that catches the eye is the lifespan section.

[Remaining lifespan: 8 years and 228 days]

He paused for a moment, then his heart skipped a beat.

How much was left?

More than three years.

Now it has become more than eight years.

The price surged for five years, which was somewhat unexpected for him.

Chen Mo took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

He knew that fusing with strange essences could prolong life, but he didn't expect it to extend it by this much.

The Painted Skin Demon's abilities seem to be even more profound than I imagined.

My gaze continued downwards.

[Root Bone: Grade A, Lowest Level (Affinity with Yin Meridians)]

It was previously a Grade B superior product.

Although it's only a one-level difference, the cultivation speed will differ by about 30%.

But in reality, because of that ghost skin, his speed of refining Yin energy increased at least threefold.

"It must have come from that piece of leather."

Chen Mo muttered to himself, raising his hand to look at the back of it.

Under the moonlight, that skin still had a slightly cold white hue, so delicate it was almost unbelievable.

Finally, his gaze fell on the bottom column.

[Constitution: Taiyin Body (Progress 3%)]

The body of Taiyin.

Chen Mo stared at those words for a long time.

It was clearly written here before that it was about Qi and Blood, but later it should be about a deficiency in the source.

The body of Taiyin...

He had seen this term in the "Taiyin Chongxing Chapter," which is a realm that can only be reached by cultivating this technique to an extremely high level, and is a physique that truly conforms to the Taiyin Way.

Now I have it myself?

Although it was only three percent, he knew all too well what that meant.

His body is transforming from a mortal form into one that is more in harmony with yin energy and closer to the moonlight.

Chen Mo remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a soft breath.

"It was worth it."

The lingering fear that almost overwhelmed me with resentment has finally subsided somewhat.

He closed his eyes again, suppressing the chaotic thoughts in his mind. What he needed to do next was to continuously accumulate Yin energy until it reached its limit, and then try to break through to the next Yin acupoint.

According to the "Taiyin Chongxing Pian", there are nine yin orifices in the human body. Each time one is opened, one's cultivation will improve by one point.

Once all the acupoints are opened and unique yin meridians are developed, one can attempt to condense evil spirits and step into a higher realm.

He circulated his internal energy and focused his consciousness into his dantian.

That yin orifice was like a deep well half-filled with water, and at this moment, wisps of yin energy were slowly flowing into it.

These scents come from the moonlight outside the window, pass through the skin, are purified and filtered by the Moon Essence Mirror, and finally converge into this well.

The speed is indeed much faster.

Previously, he would cultivate all night and it would be considered good if he could accumulate a ball of Yin Qi the size of a thumb in his Yin Aperture.

How much time has passed? A thin layer has already accumulated at the bottom of the well, like clear water formed from moonlight.

Chen Mo stopped thinking about it and focused on absorbing the knowledge.

Time passes little by little.

The moon outside the window gradually set in the west, and the moonlight went from thick to thin, and then from thin to nothing.

Even sitting cross-legged in the darkness, Chen Mo could still sense the faint Yin energy, which came from the deeper night sky, from the unseen stars, and even from the surrounding underground.

This is the benefit of having a Yin constitution.

Even without moonlight, it can still draw upon the chill from all things, though the process will be much slower.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly sensed something was amiss.

A faint silver glow appeared on the skin's surface, brighter and more intense than before.

The silver light flowed along the texture of the skin, gradually gathering into a strange pattern, like a rune, or some kind of innate mark.

Chen Mo couldn't help but look down at his arm.

The moonlight has faded, and the red hue has been replaced by the rising dawn.

But the silver glow on his arm was still clearly visible, like countless tiny snakes of light writhing around.

"This is……"

Before he could finish speaking, the silver light suddenly retracted, shrinking completely back under his skin.

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment, then curiously raised his hand to touch his arm. His skin was cool and smooth, and there was nothing unusual about it.

But what I just saw definitely wasn't a hallucination.

Is it the Yin body awakening?

He glanced out the window; the sky was already turning a pale white. Unbeknownst to him, he had been cultivating all night.

I stood up and stretched my stiff body. I wasn't sleepy at all; on the contrary, I felt very energetic, as if I had slept all day.

Chen Mo walked to the window, looking at the sky gradually brightening outside, and suddenly remembered something.

Today is the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.

Tomorrow is the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.

The ghost market near the White Bone Tower holds a large market every fifth day of the month.

He turned around, picked up the cloth bag that was placed to the side, opened it, and found a stack of silver notes inside.

This is all he has, 12,300 yuan.

With over ten thousand yuan, you can buy two decent houses in Jinshi.

But he wasn't sure if he had enough money to go to the ghost market tomorrow.

Chen Mo hid the silver notes in a secluded corner of the room, placed two paper figures as a warning, and then pushed open the door and went downstairs.

The streets are already bustling with people.

Breakfast vendors carried their wares on shoulder poles, rickshaw pullers trotted by with their bells jingling, and several gentlemen in long gowns strolled by carrying birdcages.

He walked a few steps down the street, sat down at a breakfast stall, and ordered a bowl of soy milk and two fried dough sticks.

The soy milk was very hot, the fried dough sticks were very crispy, and the taste was pretty good.

After finishing my meal, I wiped my mouth, got up to pay, and asked the stall owner for the address of the nearby furniture market.

The furniture market is over at Quanyechang. It's a three-story building, entirely dedicated to selling furniture.

Chen Mo went inside and looked around, finally stopping at a store that looked quite impressive.

"Sir, what would you like to order?" the waiter greeted him with a broad smile.

"Bed, wardrobe, desk, chair, dining table," Chen Mo said. "I want them all."

The waiter's eyes lit up: "Alright! This way please, we have mahogany beds, nanmu beds, and those spring mattresses the foreigners have, you see..."

"It doesn't need to be too good," Chen Mo interrupted him. "Just sturdy, ordinary wood will do."

The waiter's smile faded slightly, but he still enthusiastically showed him around.

In the end, Chen Mo chose an elmwood bed, an old elmwood wardrobe, a desk, and two chairs.

It's all solid wood, sturdy and durable, but it looks old-fashioned.

"How much?"

The shopkeeper checked the abacus: "Bed is eighteen, wardrobe is twenty-five, desk with chair is sixteen, totaling fifty-nine. If you want it, I'll round it down to fifty-five."

Chen Mo nodded. Compared to the prices in Linhe County, it was a bit expensive, but still acceptable.

He took out fifty-five yuan from his pocket, counted them, and handed them over.

"Deliver it to No. 3 Yifeng Lane in Nanshi," he said. "Can you deliver it today?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The clerk took the money, his smile widening even more enthusiastic. "I'll deliver it to you this afternoon!"

Chen Mo hummed in agreement and turned to leave.

Stepping out of the furniture store, the streets were already bustling with activity.

There were people everywhere: sugar figurines for sale, sugar blowers, magicians, and shadow puppeteers.

He stood on the street for a while, and remembering that tomorrow was the Ghost Market, he felt a strange sense of anticipation.