Mystery Makes Me Strong

Number One, Number Two, and Number Three were surprised when they heard this.

"No way, do we really have to do that?"

The Supreme Master nodded and said, "Yes, if we want to get out alive, we must turn ourselves into pig manure."

"Let me ask you, when pigs are slaughtered, where does the manure go?"

Number One said, “Of course it was thrown away.”

"Yes, let me ask you again, what is the biggest feature of pig manure?"

"Its characteristics are that it is smelly and dirty, but it is also a kind of fertilizer." No. 2 thought for a while and said.

“Haha, this is its characteristic, but it is not the most critical. The most critical thing is that it has no life and poses no danger to humans. So people will not do anything with pig manure. They will just shovel it out, pile it together for fermentation, and finally put it into the ground.” said the Supreme Sect Master.

The four of them suddenly realized.

However, No. 2 wondered, "Someone must have thought of this idea before. Why haven't we seen any successful cases?"

The Supreme Master shook his head and said, "You are wrong. It's not that there are no successful cases, but that successful cases will not be passed down."

"The powerful ones who escaped by this method would never let their deeds spread and gain a bad reputation for their whole life."

Everyone suddenly realized.

Very reasonable.

Just like those emperors, they never tell anyone about their dirty deeds.

It will eventually leak out because they are mortals and cannot control the complete blockade of information.

There are always some people who secretly record some things, which become unofficial history.

Or after a dynasty changes, later generations may not be so sensitive when recording the events of the previous dynasty.

But since the powerful ones can ascend, their magical powers must be top-notch among the top, so they can naturally block all information completely.

Number One immediately got excited and asked, “Then how do we turn into pig manure?”

The Supreme Master continued, "First, you must remove your own names, and second, you must create a true ascender."

"When he ascends, you will become his shit."

“Wait, this is an interesting answer, but cultivators are extremely clean and do not eat grains, so there will be no residue in their bodies.” Number Two shook his head.

"Of course, even if you don't ascend, there will be a great cleanup that happens once every ten thousand years. The shadows in the flood are the incarnations of the monsters from the upper realm. If you don't take the initiative to come, they will take the initiative to come and eat you."

Everyone understood.

They began to discuss secretly.

Number Two begins an infinite simulation.

After simulation, he found that what the Supreme Master said was correct.

The simulation results show:

[After discussing with you, the clan leader will turn everyone into pig manure. ]

[Another two thousand years have passed, and you have worked together to cultivate a spirit-transforming ascendant, and quietly transformed yourselves into the poison in the spirit-transforming ascendant's body.]

[The spirit has ascended to heaven and was devoured by an unknown monster. This monster has a strong taste and has not excluded you. ]

[You are digested...]

This time the simulation turned out badly.

He then proceeded to perform the simulation.

This time, I encountered a picky monster.

[This unknown monster is very picky. It only eats the most delicious internal organs and muscles, and throws away the rest. ]

[You hid in the hair and nails of the Ascendant, and finally escaped successfully, and the game was cleared]

"It seems that the key to the problem is how to choose a picky monster." No. 2 said to everyone.

…

When Wen Rensheng saw this, he was speechless.

My goodness, what kind of spirit is this?

In order to escape, he turned himself into shit.

This is simply jaw-dropping.

Well, you could say erysipelas isn’t shit, but it’s the same thing.

Wen Rensheng could only say that when people are pushed into a corner, they can do anything, except solving math problems.

…

Wen Rensheng then continued reading.

I saw four people discussing repeatedly.

"What should I do now?"

"We don't know how to control the appearance of monsters, so we can only find a way to make sure that the Ascendants are only eaten by monsters with picky tastes."

Number two was once again subjected to extensive simulations.

After statistical analysis, it was found that 8 out of 10 times the food was eaten by monsters with strong tastes.

Only twice was he eaten by a picky monster.

At this time, the wretched time traveler said, "We can count the time it takes the monsters to eat."

"Let's see if there is any pattern over time."

Then they looked for it and found that there was indeed a certain pattern.

If the ascender ascends at the beginning of the month, he will be eaten by a monster with a strong taste. If he ascends at the end of the month, he will be eaten by a monster with a picky taste.

However, this rule is not entirely correct.

It is just a statistical law, not a deterministic law.

Just like tossing a coin, statistically the odds are half heads and half tails.

But when it comes to actual application each time, you can't be sure which side it is.

In fact, unexpected situations may occur at the beginning and end of the month.

There was no way they were going to gamble.

After all, this directly concerns one's own life.

If they lose the bet, they are dead.

Such a result is obviously something they cannot bear.

In a palace, four people sat opposite each other.

Such meetings have been held many times, but each time without any results.

The next catastrophe of ten thousand years is approaching.

Number Two’s simulation told them that every disaster would increase their chances of being discovered by monsters.

Therefore, it is impossible for the four of them to delay indefinitely.

Number One said: "We must devise a method so that our Ascendants can only be eaten by monsters with picky tastes."

"That's what I said, but how should I design it?"

Everyone was puzzled.

Without an overall idea, no matter how many times No. 2 conducts simulations, the results will be random.

Even if he allowed the ascenders to ascend at the end of each month, the chance of being eaten by picky monsters would only increase to 80%.

There is still a 20% chance of failure.

This is similar to betting on bullets on a roulette wheel.

Unless they are in a desperate situation, they will not choose to gamble on the chance of survival.

It seems like an 80% chance, but in fact they all have a feeling that accidents can happen at any time.

They thought and thought, and after spending three hundred years, they finally came up with an idea.

That is to make the ascender into a non-human being.

An inhuman creature with such a unique taste that only certain monsters can tolerate and eat it.

The principle is very simple.

It's just like people eat fruit but not wood.

Termites love to eat wood.

This is to make the Ascendants into food that certain monsters like.

As for what kind of food it is going to be, this of course has to be found out through infinite simulation.

After understanding this, No. 2 will be able to take targeted actions.

Again he did a lot of simulations.

Finally simulated a way to survive.

That is to find an honest and ignorant practitioner who has never seen the world since childhood...

…

In a mountain forest.

A sect of only five people.

The atmosphere is very friendly.

"Master, eldest brother, second brother, third brother, I caught another 80-jin fish today!" said a little child, jumping.

The wretched time traveler is the master, and the other three are his fellow apprentices.

That’s right, four people worked together to play a silly apprentice.

The reason why they let the wretched time traveler be their master was mainly because No. 1 and the other three were kind-hearted - after training him for a long time, they would be reluctant to feed him to monsters.

So none of the three wanted to be a master.

The wretched time traveler also said that he had a skill, which was that all the apprentices he taught were ungrateful people.

This way, you won't have to worry about feeding monsters in the future.

This is actually very important.

After all, this was the first time for the three of them to enter the rules game, and they had not yet cultivated themselves to the point of having a heart as hard as stone.

Many people are kind-hearted.

"Well, what's the point of fishing?"

"It is important to practice well." The wretched time traveler scolded the child and sent him away to practice.

The other party is indeed a genius - after all, he was selected from infinite simulations.

The child's cultivation improved rapidly.

At the age of ten, he reached the foundation-building stage.

Afterwards, it rose steadily at a rate of one realm every ten years.

And the wretched time traveler also began to teach the children more things:

Of course, the four of them did not allow the child to come into contact with other people, nor did they allow it to go out or go down the mountain.

"The real ascension is to transform into a holy body and ascend."

Then No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 also demonstrated it.

The three of them evolved into different monsters.

This makes children think that turning into a monster is the orthodox way to cultivate immortality.

…

that's all.

Two thousand years later.

The disciple trained by the four, the child with the Taoist name "Holy Infant", finally achieved deification.

In fact, according to the previous practice speed, the other party would be able to achieve the state of godhood in two hundred years.

In order to adjust the taste of the Holy Infant, the four slowed down the growth of the other party.

It's like feeding caviar to a goose.

After doing all this, they finally decided to let the Holy Infant ascend.

But at this time, something went wrong with the "Holy Infant".

That night, the Holy Infant sneaked up on the despicable practitioner, knocked him to the ground, and sealed his Dantian.

"Hmph, Master, you still have a trick up your sleeve, right?" the Holy Infant said coldly.

"You, you actually betrayed your master and ancestors!"

“Master, you were the first one who didn’t tell me the truth. I had discovered long ago that the methods you taught to the other three brothers were better than mine. It took me two thousand years of practice to reach the state of spiritual transformation, but they arrived there long ago.” The Holy Infant said angrily.

“They started practicing early.”

"Humph, I've long discovered that they spend about the same amount of time practicing as I do. It must be you who gave them more spirit stones and better skills." The Holy Infant said with a look of resentment.

He never imagined that all this was given to him by the other party.

Whether you give more or less is up to the other party.

The wretched time traveler was subconsciously angry.

But Number One secretly sent him a message: "Isn't this in line with the plan?"

"You really have trained an ungrateful person. We have no burden to cheat him."

So the wretched time traveler let out a long sigh and said coldly, "Humph, what on earth do you want?"

"Give me all the skills, spirit stones, and treasures!" the Holy Infant said fiercely.

"Okay, I'll give it to you!"

The Holy Infant asked again, "One more thing, why haven't the brothers and sisters ascended to heaven even though they have clearly reached the state of transformation?"

"That's because after ascending, one's status is still determined by their cultivation level. Naturally, they want to cultivate to the Mahayana stage in the lower realms, so that they can have a higher position when they ascend."

Hearing this, the Holy Infant was thoughtful.

"Humph, you attacked me by surprise, do you still want to practice slowly? Your three brothers will come to clean up the mess!"

"Then I'll clean them all up together!"

The Holy Infant then sent three letters to inform his three brothers that their master was seriously ill and asked them to return home quickly.

The Holy Child did not write directly, but drew "three vertical turtles".

The three returned immediately.

Sure enough, the three of them were also trapped by the Holy Infant's formation.

"Hahaha, from now on, all your cultivation resources are mine!"

Afterwards, the Holy Infant collected a large amount of cultivation resources from the four people.

Not only that, he also destroyed the cultivation of four people.

This evening.

In the dungeon.

Number Two was puzzled: "Strange, Old Zheng, I don't think you taught him anything, how come this kid went from being a simple fishing kid to an ungrateful bastard?"

Number Three laughed and said, "It's like the company of vermilion makes one red, the company of ink makes one black. Old Zheng is either killing people or stealing treasures. If he's not calculating this, then he's putting selfishness first."

"Under such circumstances, the Holy Infant will naturally be influenced by him."

Number One worriedly asked, "Will this kid figure out something?"

"Don't worry. He only has cultivation skills but no practical techniques. He is like an ocean-going tanker without cannons. No matter how much fuel it has, it is just a target." Number Two said confidently.

The wretched time traveler sneered:

"I want to see what happens when he is devoured by monsters after he ascends to heaven."

…

This day, the time has finally arrived.

The Holy Infant has cultivated to the Return to Void Stage.

He thought that his cultivation was so high that no one could compare to him.

Now is the time to ascend.

Ordinarily he should have looked around.

The problem was that he only had cultivation skills but no techniques - so he had not realized that he was living in an illusion.

This is a chain trap.

The other four discussed in secret:

"Which parts of your body will become erysipelas?"

"I became the poison in my hair."

"I became the poison in its tail."

"I will hide in his throat, and when he succeeds in ascending, I will poison him to death!"

…

Soon, the Holy Infant ascended.

A black hole appeared.

A monster directly grabbed the Holy Child in its hands.

At this time, the ungrateful Holy Infant suddenly realized.

"Impossible, how could this be?"

“It shouldn’t be like this!”

"Master, Senior Brother, you guys lied to me!"

Then the monster ate only his heart and discarded everything else.

The four of them were secretly delighted.

They looked around at the new world.

All I saw was a vast desert.

The desert is very barren.

There are only a few blades of grass within several hundred miles.

"How could the fairy world be like this?"

"No, this is the fairyland. If the fairyland is really extremely rich, then do the monsters need to eat us ascenders?"

"That's true."

"It seems that the fairyland has become a barren land, which is why they choose to devour people from the lower world to replenish their consumption."