I am grinding experience in another world-Chapter 618 606 Missing

Half a month later, at night, in Tianhe Law Realm at Heavenly Peak.

This peak was like a long spear thrust into the ground, straight and steep, towering into the clouds. Standing on the summit, it almost felt like one could touch the stars in the sky with a raised hand.

At this moment, the rocky summit of Heavenly Peak had been entirely flattened, smooth as a mirror. A massive four-direction altar stood in the center, with Qiu Jinwu in a purple robe, sitting cross-legged at the heart of the stone platform.

Beside him, a dim yellow lantern floated, its faint light flickering uncertainly on his porcelain-shard-like face.

Qiu Jinwu looked down at the lean, black-robed elder lying in front of him, his face filled with emotion, "Huang Jiu, Elder Huang. The last time we met was fifteen years ago."

"Back then, it was I who personally intervened to hand over the best Yun Chong Lower Courtyard of the Goose Sheep Path for your Huang Family to manage. Unfortunately, you were not up to par. More than a decade has passed, and your Divine Orifice has still not completed its refinement." Qiu Jinwu shook his head in disappointment.

"In the end, you still need my help."

"How about that? Aren't you convinced?"

"Then guess, where did Lian Xi's Two Forms Transformation Method Ban come from?" He smirked slyly, gazing at Huang Jiu.

Huang Jiu's eyes suddenly bulged.

He had never imagined that Lian Xi would turn out to be Qiu Jinwu's man.

This was like fattening a pig before slaughtering it!

Huang Jiu felt utterly cold inside.

"Fifteen years ago, you had just formed your Divine Orifice, whereas I had already reached the Perfection of Daoist Foundation for many years." Qiu Jinwu murmured softly.

"Fifteen years later, you've even managed to refine a River Chariot, yet I am still at the Perfection of Daoist Foundation."

"Old Huang, my heart aches!" He sighed up to the sky.

"To nurture the Daoist Foundation into a Primordial Spirit, one needs Pure Yang Qi. To get Pure Yang Qi, one must build an Immortal Platform and forge a Spiritual Treasure."

"But the method for forging Spiritual Treasures is monopolized by the old Dao Sects of the great sects. For us, smaller sects, even getting an audience is difficult!" Qiu Jinwu clenched his fists with force.

"The Kui Niu Drum scrolls that were purchased at great expense from the Thousand Mechanisms Sect could barely be considered a Spiritual Treasure. Relying on that to refine a Primordial Spirit would take at least two to three hundred years."

"But a Qi Refinement Practitioner at Dao Foundation Perfection has at most three hundred years of lifespan; I can't wait that long." Qiu Jinwu bowed his head, staring bitterly at Huang Jiu.

"Fortunately, heaven never cuts off all paths."

"The Loach Dragon Dragon Ball splits into water and fire pearls and is a secretly transmitted Spiritual Treasure of the Heavenly River Water Mansion. As long as I completely control it, my path to the Primordial Spirit will be clear!" His eyes shone brightly, his body trembling with excitement at the thought of a possible future.

"I volunteered to help you refine the River Chariot earlier, and now that I am facing difficulties, you surely would be willing to help me obtain the Dragon Ball, right?" He looked at Huang Jiu with a grin.

Is your grandmother's leg!

You want my life!

Huang Jiu lay flat on the ground, his eyes bulging with fierce intensity, glaring at Qiu Jinwu.

"Not talking?"

"Not talking means you agree!" Qiu Jinwu's face was filled with a pleased smile.

You damn well let me talk!

Huang Jiu, completely restrained, could only fix his gaze deadly on Qiu Jinwu. His eyes were fierce, wishing he could pierce through Qiu Jinwu's forehead.

"Rest assured, I am very gentle." Qiu Jinwu held a fine needle, shimmering with golden light, like tattooing someone, and began to etch intricate patterns on Huang Jiu's forehead.

"It doesn't hurt, doesn't hurt at all!" he whispered through clenched teeth, his movements fast and precise, skillfully executed.

The white-skinned lantern swung idly, casting a dim light on his broken porcelain-like face, creating a sinister atmosphere.

At the edge of the altar, more than a dozen figures of various ages and genders were faintly visible.

They all had their eyes closed, with strange and complex gold patterns etched on their faces.

At this moment, they sat motionless around the altar, resembling wax figures or corpses.

...

In an ice cave by Cold Lake, inside a wooden hut.

Chen Mu sat on a thickly padded soft couch, staring intently at a half-man-tall black mist in front of him.

Yin Spirit Divine Power vibrated and distorted; threads of silver light emerged from his fingertips. Following the direction of his fingers, they slowly injected into the black mist.

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Like sewing clothes, the silver threads pierced through the black mist, stitching themselves into it.

Moments later, Chen Mu carefully withdrew his fingers, watching the silver threads drifting with the black mist, revealing a gratified smile.

But before his smile could fully spread across his face, the black mist suddenly shrank, shaking violently like a sneeze.

Puff!

All the silver threads were ejected.

The painstakingly refined Netherworld Crossing Secret Method Ghost Pattern dissipated rapidly, and the smile that had just begun to form on Chen Mu's face stiffened.

"It's okay, it's okay, Ghosts are not Yin Spirits; the fault tolerance has to be set higher."

"A Transmission Secret Method passed down just thirteen or fourteen times is completely acceptable... bullshit!"

Chen Mu glared fiercely at the Ghosts in front of him, wishing he could smash them with a punch.

He had anticipated difficulties in transmitting the technique to Ghosts, but he hadn't expected it to be this difficult.

"When you devour blood and vital essence, aren't you quite imposing?"

"Yun Chong Lower Courtyard has so many Qi Cultivators who could easily handle it, so why can't you learn a Secret Technique?"

"Idiot! Blockhead! You're really a disgrace to the Netherworld!" Chen Mu cursed aloud.

The black mist twirled in a circle, idly unaffected.

Chen Mu felt a stuffiness in his chest.

Turning his head, he glared fiercely at the couch's backrest, where five little paper dolls were sitting in a row, "Even you guys are derived from Ghosts; can't you give some guidance to these juniors to make them smarter?"

The Five Ghosts Paper Dolls scratched their heads, then cheerfully got up.

In a puff of smoke, they flew to the Ghosts' side, grabbing the black smoke and starting to jump and spin in the air. Their movements were lively and elusive, much like the Hu Xuan dance performed by girls in the Yicui Building.

Chen Mu: "..."

Hmm, it actually looks quite good... Good my ass!

I asked you to teach it the Secret Technique, not how to dance!

Chen Mu waved his hands in exasperation, shooing away all five paper dolls like he was chasing flies.

His forehead throbbed as if someone was plucking at his brain nerves.

Chen Mu had a terrible headache!

He pressed firmly against his temples and pulled out a fist-sized jade bottle.

With a flick of his thumb, he popped the wooden stopper and took a big gulp of Nourishing Spirit Wine.

The warmth rushed up, and a tipsy feeling quickly overwhelmed his heart.

Chen Mu immediately stimulated his mana, and his blood circulation sped up. The tipsiness that was about to spread throughout his body quickly dissipated, replaced by a refreshing coolness that invigorated his spirit.

"Drinking can cause problems—I must not indulge in it too much," he muttered as he rubbed his forehead.

As the cool breeze swept through his mind, his headache quickly lessened.

Before long, Chen Mu took a deep breath and regained his composure.

He could use the Transmission Secret Method of the Heavenly Demon Spirit Seed to imprint the Ghost Pattern on Ghosts, but apart from consuming Yin Spirit Divine Power, it also depleted the Fetal Spirit God. Transmitting too often gave him headaches.

Ghosts had chaotic consciousness and could only be managed by Chen Mu actively imprinting the Secret Technique.

Moreover, because the soul was unordered, even with direct transmission, the success rate was only about ten to twenty percent.

"Thank goodness for the Nourishing Spirit Wine," Chen Mu felt relieved.

Otherwise, with the symptoms he had just experienced, it would take half a day to recover, which would certainly delay the progress of constructing the living Ghost Gate.

"What a great item," Chen Mu chuckled as he played with the jade bottle.

According to what Gray Wall reported, Nourishing Spirit Wine could nourish the Primordial Spirit and strengthen the foundation. Whether it could actually strengthen the foundation, he wasn't sure, but it definitely healed the depleted Fetal Spirit God.

In just a short while, the splitting headache had completely vanished.

"Let's continue!"

He put away the jade bottle, grabbed a Ghost in front of him, and prepared to keep grappling with the task.

"Today, I must imprint the Netherworld Crossing!"

...

Chen Mu spent his days by the pool, modifying Ghosts.

Meanwhile, other members of the Ping Ning were out hunting Exotic Beasts in the water in groups.

Although the future was uncertain, with the efforts of brothers Lei Cheng and Lei Hong to maintain calm, everyone's mood was relatively stable, and tasks were progressing in an orderly manner.

However, this stability did not last long, as strange occurrences began to happen.

"People are disappearing?" By the Bottomless Pool, Chen Mu looked down at the pitch-black pool water and frowned slightly, "Within a 700-li radius, there aren't any fierce Exotic Beasts."

"The ones missing are collateral descendants of Elders Zhang and Li, not victims of beasts but they have left voluntarily," Lei Cheng shook his head.

So bold?

"How dare they stray far from the Ping Ning?" Chen Mu was puzzled.

"It's bloodline guidance," Lei Cheng said gravely, "They want to find their Condensing Aperture ancestors."

"My brother and I also vaguely feel this guidance. It must be some sort of Secret Technique based on bloodline calling."

Chen Mu's expression changed slightly, "Are many Condensing Aperture elders from the Goose Sheep Path also in this Grotto Heaven?"

"Most likely," Lei Cheng nodded solemnly.

"Where does this bloodline guidance point?" Chen Mu asked.

"Due north!" Lei Cheng raised his hand toward the Ice Cave entrance.

Chen Mu nodded thoughtfully and then looked at the Lei brothers with a smile, "Why don't we send some people to scout the way and also look for your Lei ancestor?"

Being an outsider, he couldn't compare with the closeness of the Lei ancestor. Now that they had some clues, he couldn't block others from seeking out their forebears.

Moreover...

"Two heads are better than one. If we actually find the Lei ancestor, joining forces could perhaps allow us to leave this place faster," he said with a squint.

Hearing this, Lei Hong's eyes flickered hesitantly.

But Lei Cheng immediately shook his head firmly.

"We shouldn't search!"

"Not only should we not search, but we should also leave this place as soon as possible!"

"Qiu Jinwu daring to act so recklessly, the situation for the ancestors doesn't look good."

"This guidance doesn't seem like a summoning order, it's more like a sweet trap!"

"Really not going to search?"

"Not searching!" Lei Cheng shook his head again firmly.

"What about you?" Chen Mu turned to Lei Hong.

Lei Hong looked at his unsmiling brother, then at the smiling Chen Mu, shivered involuntarily and immediately shook his head, "I… I'm not going either."

"It's a shame, I wanted to meet your Lei ancestor," Chen Mu said regretfully, his right hand behind his back slowly clenched, snuffing out the Kui Water Yin Thunder that was ready to be unleashed in his palm.

"If possible, it would be best to bring back those who disappeared," Lei Cheng suggested, "If those people are captured, tracing back might lead them here…"

"Don't worry, thirty-nine of them, not one will escape," Chen Mu said with a smile, watching the scene transmitted by the Truth Listening Divine Power.

Eight hundred li away, a group of Qi Cultivators was running rapidly through the snow.

Three red lines descended from the sky, swiftly drawing circles of various sizes from back to front through the group.

Puff, puff, puff...

Blood spurted, and several heads rolled off.

The pristine snowy ground was instantly stained red.

"How did you know thirty-nine people ran?" Lei Hong scratched his head by the Bottomless Pool.

"I just counted the heads," Chen Mu said with a grin looking at Lei Hong.

Counted the heads?

Why does that sound so awkward?

Lei Hong glanced at his unchanging-faced brother, then back at the ever-smiling Chen Mu, and felt a sudden chill up his spine, involuntarily shrinking his neck.

These people... they hadn't already been killed by him, had they?

What would have happened if he had agreed to search for their ancestor?

Yikes!