The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 134 - 96 The Marvelous God of the Fu Yu Tripod_2

Chapter 134: Chapter 96 The Marvelous God of the Fu Yu Tripod_2

For the Immortal Elixirs that require the use of Innate True Fire to be refined, although the heat still needs to be controlled by the owner, the Fu Yu Tripod requires a lower quality of alchemy fire, consumes less fire, and can timely feedback the refining situation inside the tripod to the owner, to improve the elixir success rate... In sum, in the view of Ning Xiaoxian, this item is like a computer in the Alchemy Furnace, precise, rigid, but with strong replication ability; once the settings are configured, it can run automatically and also maintain interaction with the owner. Because even Lian Changtian has to admit, alchemy is indeed a boring, dull, and repetitive laborious skill, otherwise the original owner of the Fu Yu Tripod wouldn’t have bothered to forge such a tripod to save on labor.

With this tripod, Ning Xiaoxian’s alchemy career suddenly became much lighter. The next phase of alchemy needs to be done by alchemy fire, but she is not there yet. Thus, now she can spend more time practicing the "Guiding Technique" and Life-or-death Skill.

After the Fu Yu Tripod returned to its original form, it was even larger and heavier than the bronze tripod she originally used, exuding an unshakable aura, really had the essence of an Immortal treasure tripod. Probably weighing several thousand pounds? Only now did she believe that the original owner of the Fu Yu Tripod would use it to face enemies; throwing such a large tripod out, indeed, could crush a skinny enemy into mush.

However, now the tripod was grudgingly gnawing on firewood, while complaining that dry twigs and hardwood were too tough to digest. "Pity me, a grand Immortal Cauldron, never having tasted such mortal fire. Ugh—there’s even mud, this taste is awful!"

She was earnestly trying to regulate her own breathing, so how could she care about it? Tonight, the eleventh technique was also refined. When she practiced coherently from the first to the eleventh technique, her bones suddenly made a slight popping sound, a surge of warmth traveled through her body, making her feel as if she was soaking in a hot spring. The "Guiding Technique" was finally practiced to small success!

Her body was drenched in sweat. She slowly sat down, utterly exhausted and gasping for breath, sweat drops fell onto the Black Stone floor, only existing for a few moments before disappearing—almost all magic artifacts, including the God Demon Prison, possessed a self-cleaning function, which she greatly envied. After catching her breath slightly, she would still need to fetch water for a bath.

Today, however, Changtian didn’t plan to let her off, with a gesture, the straw man lying in the corner stood up.

Ning Xiaoxian was startled, covering her chest with her clothes and exclaimed softly: "You... what are you going to do?!"

Changtian: "..."

The girl is always up to her antics! He tried to keep a straight face and said: "Today your Guiding Technique achieved a small success, and now is the moment when the old strength is exhausted, and new strength has not yet developed, it’s the best time to practice the Body Technique, don’t miss the opportunity."

The straw man stepped into the center, and took a starting pose that she had never seen before. "What kind of starting pose is this, the whistle has never shown it?" she doubted.

The handsome man opposite extended his right hand, his index finger slightly lifted, and the straw man swung a "knife" straight at her face. It might have been just a tree branch, but it was aimed at her eyes—a potentially fatal blow if it hit. She quickly ducked her head to dodge, but unexpectedly, the straw man raised his right leg and kicked her squarely in the abdomen, sending her flying out!

It hurt so badly! She almost couldn’t breathe, and tears welled up in her eyes. Yet, the straw man didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath, taking a big step forward and attacking again. Ning Xiaoxian gritted her teeth, flipped over, and leaped up, employing the Arrow Step taught by the whistle, narrowly avoiding a few strikes. This stepping technique, a result of years of study by the whistle, was about seizing the moment. It made her movements ghostlike, excellent for surprising and injuring an opponent or escaping after a miss. Forced repeatedly by the straw man, she used this Arrow Step, reconsidering its use in her mind, making her steps increasingly fluid.

This was too violent, even if it was the whistle himself, there was no such outright ferocity. "What did you do to this straw man? Why are his strikes so vicious?" She finally managed to snatch some time during a dodge to voice her question.

"You’ve become accustomed to the whistle’s techniques. I won’t use his moves to feed you anymore," Changtian said indifferently, "from today onward, your opponent will be me."

Nani? Distracted by his words, she was hit hard in the waist by the straw man, a sensation of numbing pain spreading and making her grimace ungracefully. A chill ran down her spine.

She managed to glance at Changtian, indeed seeing him lift his right hand, manipulating it elegantly like playing a harp - grasping, twisting, wiping, picking, indescribably suave. The straw man followed the rhythm set by this conducting hand, executing various attacks targeting vital points, efficient and deadly without wasting a bit of strength.

"Silly girl, did you think only you mastered this body technique by the whistle?" Changtian’s handsome face slightly smiled, "The Life-or-death Technique, just a minor skill. Learn it once, and you know it." Mastery in one is the mastery of all. His combat experience was immensely rich, having flaunted the whistle’s skill once, he had grasped its essence. At this moment, the one Ning Xiaoxian was grappling with was actually Changtian himself. He intended to slowly impart his own insights to her.

This was not to say her comprehension was too poor. But the starting points of the two of them were simply too far apart, much like a mathematician solving a proposition, naturally much faster than an ordinary person by dozens or even hundreds of times. This was due to the differences in scope, insight, experience, and cultivation techniques, which were not easily bridged.

She felt a bitterness she could not express. Facing this straw man, she felt like a tiny boat amidst raging waves, desperately keeping afloat and at constant risk of capsizing. This was her first actual encounter with Changtian. As she grew more perceptive, she realized that although he appeared as cold and proud as an iceberg, his every action was filled with unruly, ferocious, and domineering fierceness, likely a result of his innate Divine Beast nature.

As the straw man’s branch came swinging at her again, she no longer had the strength in her hands, so she just closed her eyes and waited to lose. However, the expected pain did not come.

Instead, the branch gently brushed away the wet hair on her forehead, and Changtian’s gentle voice resounded by her ear: "Today’s practice is over. You did very well, take a rest."(To be continued. If you like this work, we invite you to cast your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)