Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

The second floor was slightly smaller than the first, about seventy feet square, and held five white jade bookshelves, each containing hundreds of jade slips.

Zhang Yuanjing went straight to the first bookshelf on the left, picked up a jade slip at random, and probed it with his divine sense. It turned out to be a technique about beast control.

He took another one, also beast control.

So he switched to another row, which contained techniques about forging.

Another row was about alchemy.

There were also auxiliary techniques such as talisman-making, formations, stone golem techniques, and spiritual plant cultivation.

In addition, there were some earth-attribute techniques from other sects.

No wonder the Cauldron Spirit told him to pick three at random and not to practice them; these side paths were, at least for now, luxuries for him.

He thought for a while and decided to take alchemy and stone golem techniques.

These two types of techniques were closely related to his own, and he could practice them if he had time in the future.

For alchemy techniques, he chose two books: one was "A Summary of Alchemy Introduction" compiled by a school of alchemists called Sanjingzhai in the ancient Hou Tu Sect, and the other was "Alchemy Notes" written by an ancient earth sect alchemy master. The former was simple and practical, while the latter was written by a Hou Tu Sect alchemist, so the content was detailed and even included some important pill formulas.

For stone golem techniques, he chose "A Guide to Stone Golem Techniques" written by a Yuanying True Person from the Hou Tu Sect.

As soon as he took these three jade slips from the white jade bookshelf, the bookshelf immediately glowed with obscure light, and the jade slips seemed to be close at hand, yet far away. Obviously, the bookshelf had automatically restored its original restrictions to prevent anyone from stealing them.

"Have you chosen? Why so serious? There's nothing good to learn from these things! Let's go, let's go. This old man has been stuck here for tens of thousands of years and doesn't want to stay a moment longer!"

"This junior has chosen. Please lead the way, Senior!"

"Lead what way? It's downstairs, just walk into that overlapping space on the left and you'll be out of the hall. After you get out, this old man will tell you how to go."

"Oh, so we're leaving the main hall. Isn't the Flying Sky Pavilion here?"

"Of course not. The two halls behind the Hou Tu Hall are one for storing the Hou Tu Sect's historical books and the other for the central control. You're not a core disciple, how could you get in!"

"Central control? So it's here! Is there no other way to get in besides being a core disciple? Can Senior take me in?"

"Well, this old man can go wherever he wants, of course, but it's difficult to take you. Those things aren't very useful to you, what's the point of going there? Let's go, let's go to the Flying Sky Pavilion!"

Zhang Yuanjing naturally couldn't say that he wanted to clear the mustard seed space, so he made up a reason: "Senior, I have a senior brother who entered this place with me, but for some reason he was imprisoned by the stone men here. I can't find him, so I want to enter the central control to see if I can rescue him."

"Your senior brother? A Hou Tu Sect disciple? How could he be imprisoned! He's probably too stupid to pass the trial. Sigh, even more stupid than you, how stupid must he be? What's the point of saving him!"

Zhang Yuanjing was speechless and could only smile bitterly. He came up with another reason: "Senior, there are also some demonic cultivators coveting my sect's treasures who have entered here. They are powerful, and I want to use the formation's central control to deal with them."

"Demonic cultivators? What a mess. How strong are they?"

"The strongest one has a late-stage Yuanying cultivation."

"Hmm, late-stage Yuanying... Their strength is so-so, but this old man can't take action right now, which is a problem. Don't count on the formation's central control. In my current state, I... I can't get in either."

"...Senior, what should I do!" Zhang Yuanjing was speechless. He had said so much, but this proud cauldron couldn't get into the central control either.

"Sigh, if you were a Jindan cultivator, you might be able to get a Yuanying-level stone golem. With this old man controlling it, it could barely deal with a late-stage Yuanying cultivator."

"Oh, Senior, what's the strength of this stone man?" Zhang Yuanjing asked, and took out the stone sculpture, summoning the huge stone man.

"This, this is a stone man at the Great Perfection of the Yuanying realm! Boy, you really have dogshit luck. You're only at the Foundation Establishment stage, but you got the strongest stone man here... Hmm, that's not right, why isn't there a pseudo-soul?"

"Well, the pseudo-soul inside seems to have been swallowed by that alien demon, which is why there's that demonized soul."

"No wonder, it's really the creation of heaven and earth, so coincidental! And it ended up in this old man's mouth, even more coincidental!..."

"Senior, do you think this stone man can deal with a late-stage Yuanying cultivator?"

Zhang Yuanjing knew that he couldn't enter the central control, so he had to find Wu Yuankui first and then find a way. But in any case, he would definitely have to face Ling Xiao or those people from the Hou Tu Sect.

"Without a pseudo-soul, it's just a pile of rotten stones, what can it do! But this old man still has a way, it can barely deal with a late-stage Yuanying cultivator. This old man's source power is very precious, so I don't want to use it unless necessary. Get that thing and leave quickly. Hmm, let me see the spirit stones... Why are there so few left? At most, it can unleash the strongest blow of a mid-stage Yuanying cultivator, no, no, boy, do you have high-grade spirit stones?"

"I only have middle-grade..."

"Middle-grade! That's not enough for it to stretch its arms and legs!"

"Se... Senior, I wonder if there are any spirit stone reserves here?"

"The Seventh Hall has them, can you get in! ...Forget it, we can just avoid them, this mustard seed space is nearly a thousand miles in size, it's not like we'll definitely run into those guys. Let's go, let's get the thing and leave quickly!"

Zhang Yuanjing was speechless and had no choice but to put away the stone man, quickly go downstairs, and enter the mysterious space on the left. He felt a daze and appeared in a dense forest.

When he looked back, he could still see the outline of the roof of the Seventh Hall of the Hou Tu Temple through the branches and leaves, but it was in a haze and he couldn't see the specific style.

While he was still confused, a frivolous voice floated from behind him, with a strong sense of disdain: "Hehe, it's actually Fellow Daoist Zhang. I didn't expect you to be still alive, you really are lucky!"

When Zhang Yuanjing heard the voice, he remembered the person's name. "Fellow Daoist Feng Wujiu?"

This person was Feng Wujiu, one of the late-stage Jindan cultivators from Tianmo Yuan. He claimed to be suave and handsome, and was a disciple of Chu Tianxiong, a mid-stage Yuanying cultivator from Demon Abyss. He was arrogant and had a distinct personality, and didn't think much of others, so Zhang Yuanjing had a deep impression of him.

"Hmph!" Feng Wujiu was not satisfied with the title "Fellow Daoist Feng." How could a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator have the confidence to treat him as an equal? "Where's Wu Yuankui?"

"I was separated from my senior brother and am also looking for him," Zhang Yuanjing said unhurriedly, relying on the Fortune Cauldron and the stone man, not afraid of him.

"Lost? Where did you get lost? How did you appear here?" Feng Wujiu frowned, quite annoyed by Zhang Yuanjing's calmness, and his tone became a little sharp.

Zhang Yuanjing was about to answer when he heard the Cauldron Spirit's somewhat excited voice in his ear: "A Jindan kid, why are you wasting time talking to him? Summon the stone man, and this old man will take care of him for you."

Zhang Yuanjing was stunned, looked up at Feng Wujiu, and saw that he had no abnormal reaction, knowing that only he could hear these words. However, he didn't know how to convey the message to the Cauldron Spirit, so he said softly: "Thank you for your help, Senior!"

"Hmm, what did you say?" Feng Wujiu was a little confused, glared at Zhang Yuanjing and said, "Don't say irrelevant things, answer Feng's question!"

Zhang Yuanjing ignored him, took out the stone sculpture, and with a thought, the five-zhang-tall stone man appeared in front of him.

Feng Wujiu was startled by the sudden appearance of the stone man.

Under Ling Xiao's leadership, he had fought dozens of stone men for two days and knew their combat power very well. In particular, the stone men's defenses were extremely strong, and even high-grade magic weapons could only do limited damage to them with continuous attacks.

And this stone man was obviously much taller than the stone men encountered in the Hou Tu Temple, and its strength might be much stronger.

He gave a low shout and immediately sacrificed his strongest set of attacking magic weapons, the top-grade magic weapon "Flying Feather Cold Cloud Sword." This sword consisted of five blades, each one foot and two inches long, crystal clear, light and agile. When flying and rotating, it could release icy clouds, disturbing and injuring the enemy silently.

Although Feng Wujiu was arrogant by nature, he had rich fighting experience and was very quick to adapt. The moment he saw the stone man, he quickly made a judgment: it was a bad idea to fight the stone man head-on, and the best strategy was to hold the stone man back and kill Zhang Yuanjing first. After all, the stone man was just a puppet. Solving the person controlling it would solve the stone man.

Therefore, he struck first, and the five flying swords, flashing white light, arrived like lightning, surrounding the stone man and launching an attack on it.

The stone man didn't have any fancy moves, it just wielded two stone roller-like fists, constantly smashing at the approaching flying swords. Its movements seemed slow, but were actually extremely fast, often striking first, repelling each flying sword that intended to attack Zhang Yuanjing.

Feng Wujiu was not in a hurry. The characteristics of the Flying Feather Cold Cloud Sword lay in the words "cold cloud." As the five swords danced, white mist began to fill the area around the stone man, and the temperature dropped sharply within a few zhang.

Standing more than a zhang behind the stone man, Zhang Yuanjing couldn't help but shiver.

The Cauldron Spirit didn't know if it wanted to play with Feng Wujiu, or if it was worried about consuming its source power, it only controlled the stone man to punch with the smallest amplitude, and didn't show the stone man's due power at all.

After a quarter of an hour, Feng Wujiu thought he had guessed the reason, and couldn't help but laugh loudly: "Fellow Daoist Zhang, with your cultivation level, even if you have a stone man, you can't exert its power! If you surrender and hand over the stone man, Feng might abide by the Mountain Lord's seven-day agreement with your sect and not harm your life!"

At this time, the surface of the stone man's body was covered with a thin layer of frost, and its movements were obviously becoming sluggish.

Zhang Yuanjing didn't know what the Cauldron Spirit was up to, and didn't dare to ask, so he simply didn't say anything, and watched the battle from behind as if it was none of his business.

Seeing this, Feng Wujiu sneered, changed his hand gestures, and the five flying swords suddenly accelerated, bypassed the stone man, and struck Zhang Yuanjing directly.

Zhang Yuanjing's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously wanted to dodge, but he was powerless in the face of the magic weapon attack of a late-stage Jindan cultivator.

At this moment, the stone man roared, raised its right foot and stomped hard on the ground, and five mud and stone pillars shot out from the ground around Zhang Yuanjing, hitting the five flying swords with incredible precision. The flying swords were too fast, and the moment they hit the mud and stone pillars, they completely disappeared into them without a trace.

Feng Wujiu was stunned and quickly cast a spell to recall the flying swords, but the flying swords seemed to have lost contact and did not respond.

He lost his magic weapon and felt heartbroken, but he also knew that his opponent's strength was far superior to his own, so the long battle was just a cat playing with a mouse. He was unwilling, but there was nothing he could do. Knowing that he could no longer fight, he quickly turned and fled.

The stone man waved its hands, and a gust of yellow sand rolled up on the ground, trapping Feng Wujiu in it. Feng Wujiu rushed left and right, but could not break through the cage formed by the sky-filled yellow sand, and only crashed around in a space of several zhang in radius.

Feng Wujiu was terrified, but he forced himself to calm down and sacrificed a silver plate.

This object was called the "Dingzhen Plate" and was a top-grade magic weapon that could emit magnetic force and was good at interfering with flying swords and magic weapons. If it was used with all its strength, it could fix other people's magic weapons and detain them in the plate.

At this time, he had no other moves, so he thought of using the "Dingzhen Plate" to destroy the yellow sand formation.

He pinched a magic formula and pressed a finger on the Dingzhen Plate, and the Dingzhen Plate instantly released a beam of substantive silver light, fixing the yellow sand within a few zhang around him. Then, these yellow sands fell to the ground. In this way, even if the yellow sand in the distance was still dancing wildly, his surroundings were empty.

"Boy, put away those five flying swords, they are good things. Ho ho!" The Cauldron Spirit said triumphantly.

Today, he tried his hand and moved his divine sense, feeling quite happy.

Zhang Yuanjing raised his head to look, and sure enough, the five mud and stone pillars had just dissipated, and Feng Wujiu's five flying swords with excellent appearances fell out. He quickly and happily picked them up.

Although Feng Wujiu cleared the yellow sand nearby, the outer yellow sand was still there, and it was gathering more and more, with great momentum, constantly infiltrating towards him. If this continued, he would be exhausted to death even without the stone man's intervention.

His sharp eyes swept across the surrounding yellow sand, and a decisive look appeared on his face. He changed his hand gestures, but put away the Dingzhen Plate, and at the same time sacrificed a cyan jade slip. This object floated above his head and sprinkled a circle of golden light, covering his entire body.

This slip was called "Gengjin Yuanqi Slip", which could release a Gengjin Yuanqi Shield, which could block any attack below the Yuanying stage. It was a top-level defensive magic weapon.

The surrounding yellow sand spread over and surrounded him again, but it was all isolated outside the golden light.

Protected by the golden light, Feng Wujiu chose a direction and rushed in. As long as the golden light did not go out, he could resist the yellow sand and break out of the sky-filled sand trap.

"Hehe, this kid has a lot of treasures, it seems he has a big background! It's worth this old man's shot!"

Feng Wujiu felt that he had rushed forward for dozens of miles, the yellow sand was getting thinner and thinner, and the dawn of escape was in sight, so he mustered all his mana, accelerated again, and ran wildly forward on the ground.

Finally, a clear and bright sky appeared in front of him, and he finally escaped.

However, before he could celebrate his victory, his feet suddenly softened and he fell into a pool of mud.

He was shocked and wanted to fly up, but he sank deeper and deeper, and finally completely disappeared into this mud pit that appeared out of nowhere, and his figure disappeared.