Slime Immortal

So far, he has never seen a monster that can use magic in the true sense.

Could it be that monster talent is also a form of magic?

Chapter 4 Magical Organ

Chen Yu had been curious about how the moss monster secreted acid. He had studied the acid-eroding glands in the moss monster's body during digestion and found strange patterns inside.

This pattern doesn't even seem to be an organ tissue, let alone any special meaning. It is made up of some gas that emits a mysterious light.

Or it should be called

magic?

It only needs some simple nutrients and complex catalysis, and the "magic organ" acid gland can secrete a large amount of acid, making a decomposer aggressive beyond its appearance.

He had tried to carve magical patterns on jade in Xu Xuantian's thatched cottage, but even after injecting magic power, the patterns did not respond at all, so he did not investigate further.

After all, Ziarella is a magical world, and any unreasonable things here can be explained by magic.

It's normal for a moss monster to have a magic organ.

Even if someone told him now that slimes and humans are the same species, he would still believe it.

After groping for a long time without coming to a conclusion, Chen Yu sneaked out of the nest and quietly popped his head out of the swamp mud.

All that could be heard was a head-scratching, high-frequency "buzzing" sound coming from the swamp trees. From time to time, moss monsters and mud worms were stung by the stingers and carried back to the stinger hive as food.

It was as if the tree was their breeding ground, and when the monsters on the ground grew a bunch, they would come down to hunt.

And his behavior of hunting the moss monster just now was no different from a wild wolf sneaking into a farmer's sheepfold and stealing lambs.

No wonder those stinging bees chose to attack him first.

Looking at the twisted oak tree in front of him, its trunk covered with knots and mosses, and the stinging bees foraging around it, Chen Yu thought:

Even if he becomes a wolf, he must be the greatest wolf king.

One day he would reach the highest point of this forest and become the master of the swamp.

Eat a stinger bee one bite at a time for dessert.

Even when I have free time, I can go out and see the vast magical world outside...

Chen Yu's small mung eyes twinkled with light. This thought was like a stone thrown into calm mucus, gradually spreading ripples of "desire" in his gelatinous body.

He imagined himself standing on a high cliff, gazing upon the strange sights beyond the forest that he had never seen before—floating islands, rivers flowing with starlight, or wizard spires towering into the clouds...

The more he thought about it, the more his heroic spirit surged, as if he could already feel the bright sunshine from high above shining on his slimy body.

However, this surge of vigor and vitality only lasted for less than three seconds - the stinging bee discovered him hiding in the dark and chased him to spray its stinger.

Chen Yu hurriedly hid in the mud, and the heroic feeling of looking down on the world deflated like a balloon that was punctured.

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

Before he could become the great swamp overlord, he had to find a way to cross the small stepping stone in front of his home.

Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing for the swamp overlord to be blocked at the door by several stinging bees and unable to leave.

……

After returning to the slime nest, Chen Yu got up from Xu Xuantian's hardwood bed and stretched his muscles.

Pushing open the creaking wooden window and propping up the window casement with a bamboo stick, outside the thatched house, the rain had just stopped, and the warm afternoon sun penetrated the bamboo tips, reflecting the water droplets rolling down the tips of the leaves, making them crystal clear and delicate, and the entire bamboo forest looked even more lush and green.

This situation and this scene make people feel very good.

But no matter how good your mood is, it can't be eaten.

Chen Yu rubbed his stomach, and there was a little protest from inside, reminding him that it was time to eat.

Even a future immortal cultivator and slime king would be troubled by his next meal when he is in a low position.

"It's time to go out and find work."

He reached for the rosewood sword leaning against the bed.

This wooden sword has a restrained spiritual light and is a good treasure, but it is too new and it seems that it has not even killed a monster. It is more like a pendant for him to use when he goes out for training.

But the point is not this. The point is that he saw a line appear on the palm of his hand out of the corner of his eye.

Exactly the same magic pattern as the slime's body.

broken.

It's not like he has started practicing evil ways before becoming an immortal.

Fortunately, when I touched it, there was no crack on the palm of my hand, and it was still warm and fleshy, as if the magic pattern did not exist.

"Luckily, I haven't mutated, otherwise it would be troublesome if I were mistaken for a demon cultivator."

Chen Yu took the porcelain bottle out of curiosity, and instinctively pressed his left hand against the lines on the palm of his right hand. The "magic power" in his palm was drawn out like a thread, and drops of acid condensed out of thin air and slid into the porcelain bottle along his fingertips.

Immediately, a strong wave of thirst came over me, and my stomach was rumbling loudly.

He seemed even hungrier.

When taking away the porcelain bottle, a few drops of acid accidentally fell onto the stone bricks, causing a sizzling sound and emitting bursts of green smoke.

Looking down, I saw that the acid had corroded several small holes in the hard stone bricks.

"very scary……"

He didn't expect that the acid that his palms could easily touch would be so corrosive.

No wonder there is no corrosion-resistant shell in the moss monster's body. It turns out that it has no effect on the original owner.

He subconsciously raised a question: "But why? Could it be that the magic power condensed into acid recognizes its own people?"

It always feels so complicated.

Chen Yu couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

But the more he thought about it, the more itchy his head felt.

It seems like a brain is about to grow out.

After a few seconds, he gave up.

As expected, he is not cut out to be a scholar, and being a swamp overlord is more suitable for him.

Chen Yu took out two or three drops of acid for testing and found that the corrosiveness of slime acid was slightly less than that of moss monster acid.

This is probably due to the different levels of "acid secretion".

Increasing talent levels is no easier than obtaining talents. Instead of thinking about how to upgrade talents, it is better to sell the slime acid in your hand first.

There should be some cultivators in the sect's small market who need it. If I can sell it, I'll have a meal for the next time.

Thinking of this, Chen Yu cheered himself up and spent some effort to condense two more bottles of acid.

Now he was completely drained, and his face turned pale with exhaustion.

Fortunately, I am not too tired and can still walk.

After putting away the green-glazed porcelain bottle, Chen Yu picked up the rosewood sword, walked out of the thatched hut, and set foot on the winding stone path leading to the northern peak of the bamboo forest.

His target is Nanqiaoji in Beifeng.

On the cliff of the north peak of Sanyuan Sect, there is a cold iron chain bridge. The iron chains are as thick as bowls, heavy and black, leading directly to the inner gate mountain area of ​​Sanyuan Sect shrouded in clouds and mist. This bridge is the main gateway for the inner gate disciples to travel back and forth.

Therefore, many outer disciples spontaneously gathered on the open space on the cliff at the bridgehead. They set up simple bamboo and wooden stalls, or spread out coarse linen mats, and sold talismans, cinnabar, spiritual plants, minerals, and even monster materials.

Over time, a bustling market, Nanqiao Market, was formed at the bridgehead.

No matter they are inner or outer sect disciples, whenever they go down the mountain to train or return after completing a mission, they will always stop for a while at the crowded Nanqiao Market when passing by this bridge, either to buy supplies or to gather information.

Chen Yu also planned to take advantage of the afternoon's bustle to set up a small stall and sell the slime acid in his hands.

He walked step by step along the winding stone path, passed the bridge gate and the bustling crowd, and finally found an unoccupied spot in the corner of Nanqiao Market. He sat down on the ground, spread out a coarse cloth and placed the porcelain vase.

He borrowed a wooden sign and a brush from the monk next to him and wrote a few crooked characters:

"A liquid medicine with corrosive properties, with a wide range of uses. Ten Shattered Spirits per bottle."

Ok……

He didn't know what the slime acid could be used for, so he could only say that it had a wide range of uses.

As for the price of ten pieces of broken spirit, it is just enough to buy two taels of spirit rice, which can be mixed with refined rice to cook porridge or rice, enough to eat for several days.

In the swamp forest, he is an outlier among monsters, a slime that hunts with a flying sword.

In Sanyuan Sect, he is different from these immortal cultivators. He relies on food supplements to practice.

It’s okay not to meditate for three days, but it’s not okay to go without food for a day.

Therefore, achieving enlightenment and becoming an immortal is too illusory for him at the moment.

The most important thing is to have enough food.

Chapter 5 The Uses of Acid

The Sanyuan Sect dominates the 800-li southern border of Shengkang and is the undisputed leader of the sects in this area. When its disciples go out for training, they often go deep into the wilderness and dangerous places, with journeys ranging from dozens of miles to more than a hundred miles.

Before Chen Yu, just the number of steps he took would have made ordinary people bow down to him. These immortal cultivators had such strong stamina that they were almost inhuman.

And he is also one of these non-humans.

But the monk just doesn't look like a human, he is really not a human.

He himself could hardly tell whether he was a human or a slime.

When those tired disciples rushed back to the mountain gate, they would most likely go straight to the most famous tavern in Nanqiaoji - Zhenxiulou.

Order a few plates of braised monster meat and a pot of warm rice wine, and wash away your fatigue amid the bustling voices and the aroma of spiritual food.

Chen Yu's stall was set up behind the Zhenxiu Building, next to an alley with a faint smell of sewage.

There is only a wall.

The aroma of food filled the air inside the building, but the smell outside... was even more indescribable than the rotten smell in the swamp forest.

No wonder no one sets up a stall at this location.