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Since I gained the courage, I have been eating a balanced diet every day, taking nourishing medicinal food, and drinking specially prepared dairy products from time to time. And I have never stopped practicing the breathing method with my mind and intention.
But a month later, the size of the soybeans has not changed at all.
Jie Jia, who was sitting at the stone table under the pavilion, looked disdainful: "The spirit can flow through the whole body, why do you have to look at it by scratching your toes?!"
Chen Mu was startled, with a look of shame and anger on his face: "I forgot!"
Jie Jia: “…”
Chen Mu put on his shoes and socks as if nothing had happened, moved his courage to the palm of his hand, and continued to observe.
"Can you really cultivate your soul to perfection in a hundred years?" Chen Mu was skeptical: "You'll die soon after you've cultivated it."
"Yes." Jie Jia lowered his head and said calmly, "Whether you can die or not, you will know after you practice it."
"Can Jiapo also prolong life?" Chen Mu became interested.
Jie Jia, however, kept silent.
Chen Mu shrugged and didn't care. It was too far to think about it now. He was more concerned about how to nourish his soul.
"Is it only in the early stage of Youpo that the accumulation is so slow? Do we need to accumulate a lot before making a breakthrough?"
"It's always been this slow." Jiejia rubbed the silver beads slowly and said, "You're even slower."
"Red Falcon's body shape training technique is extremely crude." Chen Mu sighed in disappointment.
The Wandering Soul is the source of the Armor Soul. If the Form Training Technique is poor, the Wandering Soul will be poor. The effect is low and the accumulation speed is slow. Without secret medicine to shorten the accumulation time, it is impossible to cultivate the Armor Soul within a hundred years.
"There is one more thing." Jie Jia glanced at Chen Mu: "One hundred years of cultivating soul means that you must cultivate the soul before you are a hundred years old. It does not mean that you can cultivate the soul as long as you practice for a hundred years."
“This is not a description, it’s a requirement, it’s a condition.”
Chen Mu was stunned.
He always thought that this sentence was a summary of cultivation.
It takes ten years to master the physical training, and a hundred years to master the soul.
But according to Jie Jia, a warrior must complete his physical training and develop his armor spirit before he turns 100 years old!
Even looking at Jie Jia's attitude, this is just the passing line!
Seeing that there was no progress at all, Chen Mu looked ridiculous. It was too outrageous!
"Do you know how long it takes for an ordinary warrior to achieve mastery of his martial arts?" Jie Jia asked calmly.
"In the past thirty years, the number of people who died at my hands who had achieved the Great Form Training Stage totaled 246."
"Twenty-six years, this is the average for practicing the form to perfection."
"The shortest one is five years, for a direct descendant of an aristocratic family."
"The longest one was forty-seven years, a wanderer in the world."
“Unless you have a Taoist bone.”
Chen Mu was stunned on the spot.
Twenty-six years? That long?!
It's just the formation of the body. There is still a hundred years of soul training to come!
No, it should be called "nourish the soul for a hundred years". The actual time for nurturing the soul is only 70 to 80 years at most!
"According to what you said, it would be extremely difficult to master the Armor Soul!" Chen Mu looked at him with a look of "Are you kidding me?" "Is there anyone who can really master it?!"
Jie Jia paused as he was rubbing the silver beads. His bright yellow eyes turned and glanced at Chen Mu.
"Have."
"Have you seen it?" Chen Mu didn't believe it.
"I." Jiejia looked calm and composed.
Chen Mu: “…”
Hey!
After so much preparation, you just show me this!
This Versailles came... unexpectedly.
……
Chen Mu didn't want to pay attention to this boastful old man.
He pulled out a fist-sized white porcelain bottle from his sleeve and handed it to Jiejia: "Do you know this medicine?"
Jie Jia looked at Chen Mu's hand and didn't take it.
Chen Mu rolled his eyes and placed the porcelain bottle on the stone table.
Jiejia took out a white handkerchief, pulled out the cork and took a look.
"You didn't eat, did you?" Jie Jia glanced at Chen Mu.
I'm not stupid! I don't dare to take any unknown medicine.
Although the ingredients have not been fully analyzed, it can indeed replenish qi and blood. It depends on the attitude of the armor...
Chen Mu stared at the white porcelain bottle suspiciously: "Is there a problem?"
"It's called the Dragon Transformation Pill. It strengthens the body and accelerates the accumulation of blood and energy. It can shorten the time of physical training and increase the chance of the birth of wandering souls." Jie Jia said lightly.
Good stuff, how...
"There is a trace of Zhaodianhong in the medicine. It contains vitality and is the main ingredient for accelerating the practice of the form."
"If you eat Zhaodianhong, your essence, energy and spirit will be polluted, and your spirit will become impure."
"If the armor spirit is not pure, there is no way to open the Heavenly Gate."
"Similar elixirs in the martial arts world include marrow-extracting pills, yellow bud pills, etc. Zhuyi Pavilion sells them. Do you want them?"
Chen Mu immediately shook his head.
Knowing the hidden dangers, he won’t eat recklessly.
But, Kaitianmen? What is Kaitianmen?
"It won't be too late to know after you are a hundred years old." Jie Jia said lightly.
Is it the realm of cultivation after Jiapo? Chen Mu thought thoughtfully.
"Is there any pollution-free medicine among the people that can accelerate the nourishment of the soul?" Chen Mu was unwilling to accept it.
"Do you know who releases drugs like the Dragon Transformation Pill and the Marrow Extracting Pill?" Jie Jia asked instead of answering.
"Aristocratic family?" Chen Mu frowned and made a tentative guess.
Jie Jia nodded calmly.
"Isn't this poisoning the martial arts world?!" Chen Mu's heart was shocked.
This kind of pill that brings quick success but endless troubles not only drives martial artists to risk their lives, but also locks the upper limit of martial artists!
"It's just a small trick to ensure our own status." Jie Jia said calmly.
Chen Mu once again felt the cruelty of this world.
Developing a secret medicine for nourishing the soul is time-consuming and laborious.
But as long as you are willing to spend money and risk your life, you can get marrow-extracting pills and yellow bud pills from the aristocratic family.
Without knowing the hidden dangers, who would think about the prescription of nourishing the soul?
Even if we know the hidden dangers, who can resist the temptation to nourish the soul?
Over time, bad money eliminated good money. All harmless secret medicines were concentrated in the hands of the noble families. The upward path of the Jianghu wanderers was gradually cut off.
Chen Mu sighed: "How cruel."
Fortunately, I asked Jie Jia.
Otherwise, if you blindly buy pills to speed up your cultivation, you will fall into the trap of the aristocratic families!
But without the secret medicine to speed it up, how long would it take for this armor soul to grow? Chen Mu was not in a good mood.
……
After a while, Chen Mu adjusted his mentality. Looking at Jia Jia who was still rubbing the silver beads, he couldn't help but sigh that he was indeed a big shot of Jia Po, and he had seen a lot.
Thinking of an unknown stone, he immediately got up and went back to his room to pick it up: "Do you know this stone?"
"Ebony?" Jie Jia didn't even raise his eyelids as he picked it up and examined it carefully: "It's a pity that it's not the core of the tree. No wonder..."
"Good stuff?" Chen Mu was delighted, and then he realized what was happening, full of surprise: "Is this thing made of wood?"
No matter its rough shape or weight, it looks like a piece of gray stone. I didn't expect it to be wood. Amazing!
“A tree that sprouts and grows only in the craters of volcanoes.”
"Legend has it that a mature ebony tree can reach the sky and the earth, drinking magma from below and bathing in thunder from above. Hundreds of tribes live on a single tree."
"Do you believe it?" Chen Mu squinted.
Jie Jia stared at Wu Mu and shrugged: "Legend?..."
Chen Mu curled his lips. Legends are always exaggerated. "What can it be used for?"
"Forge weapons." Jiejia put down the ebony and said.
"Aren't you afraid of fire?" Chen Mu was puzzled.
"It grows up eating magma." Jiejia said lightly.
"Isn't it a legend?" Chen Mu was surprised.
Jiejia didn't explain any further.
Chen Mu looked suspicious. The old man didn't speak clearly. Drinking magma and bathing in thunder. Is there such a tree in the world?
"Want to forge weapons?"
Chen Mu came back to his senses: "Of course!"
He had long wanted to forge two new daggers.