Chapter 14: The Hundred Treasures Glass Scripture

“What? Master Su?”

“What was he doing in your spirit field?” Cai Laojiu asked, puzzled.

Qin Ming had no choice but to patiently explain to him how Master Su had come to request Red Spirit Dew.

“You actually grew Beast Tooth Rice?!”

Cai Laojiu stared, dumbfounded, his worldview shattered once again.

He had been here for over a decade and had tried cultivating Beast Tooth Rice himself.

But without exception, all attempts failed.

Cai Laojiu had even suspected whether the spirit vein here was unsuitable for Beast Tooth Rice growth.

He tried to convince himself that Qin Ming was surely just fooling him.

But until he came to the back of the mountain and saw Qin Ming’s spirit field, where Beast Tooth Rice stalks had already grown half as tall.

For a long while, he was speechless.

Yes.

He was jealous.

This time, he truly envied Qin Ming! “Qin Ming, you’re not a good friend! I even gave you wine!”

“You grew Beast Tooth Rice and didn’t tell me?”

After saying that, he still went over to warmly greet Master Su.

Then he leaned close to Qin Ming’s ear and whispered: “Where did you get the Beast Tooth Rice seeds?”

Qin Ming looked at him, slightly stunned: “Bought them from Master Liao.”

“I risked everything—bet my life on it.”

“You really got lucky—somehow you actually grew it.”

“I don’t even know what to say about you.”

Qin Ming smiled wryly: “Fine, when the Beast Tooth Rice matures, I’ll treat you to a drink at Juxuan Pavilion.”

“You said it!” Cai Laojiu finally relented.

…

Two days later.

After the demon beast attack subsided, the Lingyu Sect added some protective measures around the spirit fields.

But due to the vast area, they could only set up simple alarm arrays.

After this incident, Qin Ming’s desire to strengthen his power grew even stronger.

Without trump cards, there was no sense of security.

He was always at risk of death and spiritual dissolution.

Qingyang Marketplace.

Qin Ming returned once again to the Ruan family courtyard.

“Knock knock knock!”

He knocked on the red-painted gate.

Not long after.

A middle-aged cultivator opened the gate—Qi Refining fifth layer, his face haggard, hair tied in a wooden cap, half of it already white.

“Friend, whom are you seeking? What brings you here?”

Qin Ming bowed respectfully and spoke bluntly: “Are you Master Ruan? I’m Qin. Master Liao recommended me. I heard you’re selling a body-refining technique—I’ve come specifically to visit.”

Master Ruan paused, then invited Qin Ming inside the Ruan family courtyard.

Upon entering.

The scene was desolate—besides Master Ruan, no one else was present.

“Since Master Liao recommended you, he must have told you already?”

“Unless you have spirit materials or elixirs that enhance blood qi, I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you,” Master Ruan studied the young cultivator before him—ordinary, revealing nothing special.

“Naturally.”

“Could you tell me more about this technique? I’d like to consider it carefully,” Qin Ming asked.

“Sigh, I’m afraid I’ll embarrass you,” Master Ruan sighed deeply. He gestured around the courtyard, his voice heavy with sorrow.

Then he spoke plainly: “My once-grand family fortune has come to this state—all because of this technique.”

He then took a piece of beast hide from his storage pouch and showed it to Qin Ming before continuing: “This technique is called the Hundred Treasures Glass Scripture, passed down from my ancestors to me.”

“My forebears treasured it as a priceless heirloom, though its true origins are now lost.”

“But to cultivate this technique, there is a strict prerequisite: you must use heavenly spirit materials that enhance blood qi.”

As Master Ruan elaborated, Qin Ming gradually formed a judgment of the technique.

The Hundred Treasures Glass Scripture was entirely unlike any body-refining technique Qin Ming had seen before.

Its path did not involve refining the flesh, bursting meridians, or strengthening tendons and bones.

Instead—it was—

Blood replacement!

“Hundred Treasures” refers specifically to heavenly spirit materials rich in blood qi enhancement, and they must be of ranked quality.

The higher the rank, the better.

“Blood replacement” means circulating and strengthening blood qi until, at a certain threshold, it enters the bone-marrow stage—replacing old blood with new.

By continuously enhancing blood qi, when compressed to its limit, it can even reach the state of blood like mercury paste.

Transcending human limits, breaking into another level.

“Glass” refers to the transformation of blood qi, turning the body translucent and radiant like glass.

After reaching the fifth level of the Hundred Treasures Glass Scripture, after multiple blood transformations, one can condense a “Glass Robe” from one’s own powerful blood qi outside the body.

It repels all evils, resists all poisons, is unbreakable, and even possesses partial spell-resisting properties.

“Spell-resisting properties?” Qin Ming was secretly startled.

When cultivated to profound depths, this technique can achieve perfect bodily integrity, the entire body glowing with treasure-light, the physical strength reaching its peak.

The ultimate achievement: the “Pure Glass Body.” But these were merely records—no one had ever reached this state.

“Precisely because of this, the spirit materials required to cultivate this technique are an absolutely terrifying quantity,” Master Ruan said calmly.

“It’s more than a bottomless pit.”

“If you cannot provide a steady, long-term supply of spirit materials, I advise you to abandon it.”

“The wealth and resources spent here could buy more than one top-tier cultivation technique.”

“And even with such a cost, success is not guaranteed—making it somewhat useless.”

“Moreover, this is only a fragmentary scroll. The Hundred Treasures Glass Scripture has twelve levels; the beast hide in my possession contains only the first nine levels, meant for Qi Refining body cultivators.”

After hearing this, Qin Ming fell into thought.

He had no shortage of spirit materials—he could just accelerate their growth.

What others saw as costly to obtain became his advantage.

In short:

As long as he had sufficient blood-qi-enhancing spirit materials, the Hundred Treasures Glass Scripture’s body-refining speed would not be slow.

“May I ask, Master Ruan, what level have you reached?”

Master Ruan, upon being asked, replied with a sigh: “Sigh, over the years I’ve exhausted my family fortune, spent thousands of spirit stones, scoured everywhere for blood-qi-enhancing materials—I’ve only reached the third level.”

“Has anyone in your family ever reached the fifth level?”

“No. I’m the highest anyone in my family has ever reached.”

“.”

Qin Ming immediately understood why he was selling it so cheaply.

After careful consideration,

Qin Ming declared decisively: “One hundred spirit stones, plus ten jin of Beast Tooth Rice—will you sell me this technique?”

“What? You have Beast Tooth Rice?”

Upon hearing this, Master Ruan’s previous dejected demeanor vanished instantly.

He straightened up, his eyes suddenly brightening.

(End of Chapter)