Volume 1 Chapter 8 White Snake Subdues the God
Chapter 8 White Snake Subdues the God ()
Iron Crown Immortal finally came out of retreat. On the day of his retreat, Master Zhenru brought Zhentian and Zhenyi to see him. After they closed the door and talked for a while, Zhenru and others left. Iron Crown Immortal took Yanying back to the Forbidden Palace to retreat again.
Iron Crown Immortal was very excited to retreat again. With his cultivation in the middle stage of Yuanying, it was unimaginable that he could be startled like this by an object. He was excited because of the big snake in the beast refining cauldron.
Others did not know what level of monster the big snake was, but he knew it very well. The Yanying that made a contract with Iron Crown was already a great ferocious bird. It had reached the middle stage of Jindan when it was an adult, but no matter how many Yanying there were, they could not beat a big snake.
The big snake was called Fushen. It was said to be the spiritual pet of a great god named Fu in ancient times. It had great magical powers, so it was called Fushen, also called Fushe or Fushen Snake. There is also a saying that this snake was too powerful and could subdue immortals and gods, so it was called Fushen. No matter which statement is made, it is enough to show how powerful the Fu Shen Snake is.
With his own cultivation in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, he dared not act rashly when he encountered an adult Fu Shen Snake. He did not expect that the disciples who were separated by dozens of generations would bring a complete snake corpse, which really surprised Master Tieguan.
After listening to Master Zhenyi's description of the capture and spirit refining process, Master Tieguan was amazed. Judging from its appearance, this Fu Shen Snake should have a lifespan of nearly ten thousand years, but he just couldn't understand how it got injured? But the question is, if the snake was not injured, how could they catch it?
Master Tieguan couldn't figure it out, so he could only say that Master Zhenyi was lucky. It made Zhenru and the others laugh and cry. Good luck made the golden elixir shatter and survive by chance? Three magic weapons were destroyed under the restriction? What would happen if they were unlucky?
But they were also very happy. Master Tieguan agreed to use snake skin scales and other things to help them practice advanced magic weapons. The new magic weapon must be much better than Tianluo Umbrella and other things. To show his heart, the inner elixir was presented to Master Tieguan to refine the advanced elixir.
The four of them were happy, but Yan Wei was not. He had just played for a few days and came back to this unlucky place to practice some crappy skills. He was reluctant and kept grumbling.
The Tianlei Divine Art has a total of 16 levels of skills. If you practice to the 13th level, you can enter the foundation-building stage. The 16th level is full of top masters in the foundation-building stage. Zhang Pa has practiced to the top level of Qi Refining and is now breaking through to the foundation-building stage.
Tianlei Mountain has nothing else but thunder. Zhang Pa was practicing, and the sky thundered. A few dark clouds suddenly floated across the clear sky, and then there was a muffled thunder. Zhang Pa hurriedly got up and instinctively ran to the house, but he stopped halfway and silently practiced the Jingxin Jue skills. He wanted to try again to see if he could hold on and no longer be afraid of thunder.
Unfortunately, his fear of thunder is in his bones and cannot be erased in his subconscious. As long as he knows that there is thunder outside, as long as he sees lightning, even if he hides in the barrier and can't hear any sound, he can't suppress his fear. If he doesn't want to be afraid, he has to know it at all.
After the thunder, a pale and trembling boy stood in the pouring rain. His eyes were dull and he bit his lips tightly. His skin was broken and blood was flowing out. He was afraid. Although he barely held on, letting the thunder roar above his head and gritting his teeth without making a sound, he was still afraid.
In the rain, he was completely disappointed with himself. A coward is a coward. It seems that he will spend his whole life in fear and timidity. Zhang Pa walked back to the hut in a daze, his steps were stiff and slow. At this time, lightning flashed across the sky, and there was another thunder...
Zhang Pa did not react at all, because he was so distracted that he did not hear anything. He walked back to the hut like a puppet, hugged the puppy and cried bitterly. A lot of sadness surged from the bottom of his heart, turning and stirring inside his body like a storm. Zhang Pa liked to cry since he was a child. He cried when he was beaten, scolded, saw monsters, and cried when there was thunder, but only this time he cried because he was sad. At this moment, he was no longer timid or afraid, but only endlessly sad. He was sad about losing his parents, sad about becoming an orphan at an early age, sad about being bullied, sad about being wronged, and even more sad about being a coward and not being a man!
Suddenly, he didn't want to practice anything anymore, didn't want to be a Taoist priest, didn't want to enter the Ziguang Pavilion, and didn't care about the so-called cultivation. Zhang Pa wanted to go down the mountain and leave the Tianlei Taoist Temple.
He took out the jade slip from the storage bag and threw it out of the window. What a bullshit meditation technique, it was useless to learn it. The windows were all open, and he looked up and shouted: "Thunder, please thunder, make it louder, and kill me."
He cried enough and wanted to vent again. He pushed open the door and ran out, pointing at the sky and cursing: "Bullshit God, strike me, strike me." He cursed fiercely, and the sky stopped thundering and gathered clouds, and the sky slowly cleared up. Zhang Pa was still cursing: "Why don't you strike me? Don't you dare? Why don't you strike my mother but me? Why don't you strike me? It turns out that God is also a bully who only fears the strong and bullies the weak."
Zhang Pa sent all the curses he knew to God, but God had no reaction. Zhang Pa was tired of cursing, so he fell down in the mud and gasped for breath. He slowly calmed down and laughed when he saw his miserable appearance: "It turns out that cursing is quite refreshing."
Picked up the jade slip, wiped off the mud, held the white jade and swore solemnly, from today on, I, Zhang Pa, will never be afraid again!
Unfortunately, words are useless. If words were useful, why would thousands of cultivators practice so hard?
Zhang Pa practiced to the top of the Qi Refining Stage at the age of sixteen. After discussing with Zhenru Sect Leader and Zhentian Daoist, he summoned him to the Ziguang Pavilion to concentrate on practicing.
After the talisman was delivered, Zhang Pa returned the black iron and white jade key to the spirit control hall and returned to the hut to pack his luggage. When he saw the so-called armor, he couldn't help but laugh. This pile of rags could be turned into ashes in a snap, but he had relied on it as a treasure. He simply stopped packing and walked out with his hands behind his back. His eyes wandered around the Ten Thousand Beasts Cave, the hut, and the empty field. He was a little excited: "Finally I left here. The uncles recognized me!"
He picked up the three puppies, performed the wind spell, and a figure rushed towards the main peak of Tianlei Mountain.
Chaotian Gate is the main gate of Tianlei Taoist Temple. Six giant pillars support the high roof eaves, and a plaque hangs below, with three big characters on it, Chaotian Gate. Behind the gate is a wide stone street, with more than a dozen shops on both sides of the road, selling spiritual stones, jade, magic weapons and other items.
When he was a child, Zhang Pa liked this road very much because there were always many people. However, after being bullied and ridiculed several times, he never came again. Now he is on this road again, and he still feels a little uneasy.
There are many low-level disciples in Tianlei Mountain, and the shops on the street are opened for them to buy and sell some low-level magic weapons to facilitate everyone's cultivation. Therefore, most of the people strolling on the street are Qi Refining disciples.
Zhang Pa walked along the street and looked at the magic weapons in the store. There were knives, swords, furnaces and herbs. It can be said that there were a dazzling array of things. Zhang Pa was dazzled. He had never seen these things. When he was young, he heard people say that cultivators must practice magic weapons, which can save lives and defend against enemies. Good magic weapons can also promote cultivation. But how can he have the strength to get these things?
He was jealous and wanted this and that, but he had no money in his pocket. Alas, he sighed and lowered his head to tease the puppy in his arms.
A boy of fourteen or fifteen years old stood in the middle of the street, holding a magic sword in his hand, constantly looking at the passing crowd. When he saw Zhang Pa, his eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward and greeted: "Senior brother, senior brother."
Zhang Pa ignored him and continued to move forward slowly. The young man came up to him and said, "Brother, please stay." Zhang Pa realized that the young man was calling him. He was very happy. He didn't expect that he could be a senior brother. He was used to being a junior brother. He was not used to being called a senior brother.
He stopped and asked the young man what he wanted. The young man said, "My name is Liu Qi. May I ask if you have any advanced pills? I will exchange the low-level pills for the high-level Qi Refining to the top level for the high-level magic sword." He offered the sword in his hand.
Advanced pills are extremely precious. When any realm is cultivated to the highest level and is stuck in a bottleneck and cannot be upgraded, you can take the corresponding advanced pills to seek a breakthrough. For example, from the top level of Qi Refining to the initial level of foundation building, or from the initial level to the intermediate level, the ingredients of advanced pills at different stages are different, but they are collectively called advanced pills.
Zhang Pa used his spiritual sense to scan the young man and knew that he was a high-level Qi Refining disciple with a lower cultivation level than himself. He scanned the magic sword again, but his spiritual sense could not penetrate it. This sword was either made by a master in the foundation building period or had a powerful ban. It was indeed a good thing for him. However, he didn't have the advanced pill, so he smiled and said, "Sorry, I don't have that pill."
"No?" Liu Qi was a little disappointed, and then asked, "Brother, do you have any brothers of the same level? You practice together, so you must have a good relationship. Please help me talk to them. If the exchange is successful, I will give you some spirit stones."
Zhang Pa laughed at himself and said, "I practice alone, and I don't have any good fellow disciples." He wanted to leave, but Liu Qi didn't let him go, "Practice alone? You must be a disciple of a senior uncle, practicing in a cave. You are so lucky that you can become a disciple in the Qi Refining Stage." Seeing Zhang Pa The puppy in his hand said again: "Is this a demon beast? Senior brother is really amazing. He can actually control three of them. Eh? Why is there no spiritual energy? What level of demon beast is this? How can it restrain its spiritual energy? Oh my god, senior brother, you are really amazing!"
Zhang Pa was amused by him and explained with a smile: "This is not a demon beast, it is just an ordinary puppy."
"Ah? Ah!" Liu Qi made a big face and felt a little embarrassed. He changed the subject and continued: "These little guys are quite cute. May I know your name, senior brother?"
Zhang Pa replied: "My name is Zhang Pa."
"Ah? Your name is Zhang Pa?" Liu Qi remembered something.
Zhang Pa thought he didn't make it clear, and continued: "The Dharma name is Hongwu."