Chapter 154: Immortal Cultivation

Meng Yifan used his fingernail to cut his right hand and dripped a drop of fresh blood onto the Space Ring; the ring looked simple and unadorned, just like an ordinary iron ring.

Yet, after coming into contact with Meng Yifan's blood, the ring rippled with layers of waves, as if a Little Stone had been thrown into a calm lake.

Meng Yifan clearly saw his drop of blood merge into the Space Ring, and then, in some mysterious way, he felt a mystical connection with this ring, as if it were a part of his own body; this feeling was incredible.

"Imprint your Spiritual Power," said Liu Zhongyong.

Everyone has a Divine Soul and also has Spiritual Power; there are no two identical leaves in the world, and likewise, there are no two types of Spiritual Power that are exactly the same.

Spiritual Power is similar to everyone's DNA; from the outside, they all look about the same, but in reality, everyone's Spiritual Power has subtle differences.

Imprinting Spiritual Power onto a Space Ring is like putting a lock on it; from then on, others' Spiritual Power cannot open this Space Ring, unless the original owner dies and their soul dissipates, causing the Spiritual Power imprint they left behind to quickly vanish.

Meng Yifan is a Third Grade Martial Artist; his physical body is formidable, and at the same time, his Spiritual Power is also much stronger than that of an ordinary person.

Moreover, every time Meng Yifan uses the Luolong County Great Seal to gather the spiritual thoughts of his subjects to attack enemies, his own Spiritual Power receives a certain degree of tempering in the process.

Such repeated tempering has already made Meng Yifan's Spiritual Power somewhat pure, allowing it to leave his physical body for a distance of half a meter.

With a thought from Meng Yifan, a wisp of pure Spiritual Power extended from his Divine Soul and attached itself to the Space Ring in his hand.

"Hum!" The Space Ring seemed to be activated, emitting a buzzing sound.

Meng Yifan vaguely saw an independent space; it was very small, with a length, width, and height of only about ten centimeters, just like a special little box.

Inside the box were a tattered sheepskin scroll, a thick book, a black rhombus-shaped crystal, a stack of Silver Notes, and a Gold Bar.

Meng Yifan covered the rhombus-shaped crystal with his Spiritual Power, and then with a thought, the crystal appeared in Meng Yifan's hand.

"Eh! A Yin Attribute Spirit Stone, this is a good thing; it can speed up the cultivation of Yin Attribute Immortal Cultivators," Liu Zhongyong said with pleasant surprise.

Holding the rhombus-shaped crystal, Meng Yifan felt as if he were holding a lump of ice; wisps of yin-cold Qi spread out, making one feel cold all over, yet also feeling refreshed and clear-headed.

"Put the Spirit Stone away first, and take out the other things to look at," said Liu Zhongyong.

Meng Yifan covered the crystal with his Spiritual Power, and then his Spiritual Power acted like a porter; the crystal in his hand disappeared instantly, which made him marvel—if he brought the Space Ring to Earth, he could completely pass himself off as a magician.

Other magicians can make things in their hands disappear by relying on quick eyes and fast hands, relying on sleight of hand; if seen through, it is nothing strange, but Meng Yifan directly stored the items into the Space Ring; as long as he didn't run into other Immortal Cultivators, no one could see through his method.

Even under a high-definition camera, looking at it carefully in slow motion, one still couldn't see how the items disappeared.

Meng Yifan stopped letting his mind wander and took out the other few items from the Space Ring.

Each of those Silver Notes was for one hundred taels, and there were about twenty of them in total, which meant two thousand taels of silver.

That Gold Bar weighed about two kilograms, which was about forty taels; according to the exchange rate of the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty, one tael of gold exchanges for one hundred taels of silver, so this Gold Bar alone was worth four thousand taels of silver.

With the Silver Notes and the Gold Bar added together, that was worth six thousand taels of silver; the master of Wanxiang Tower was quite wealthy, carrying so much money with him, and now it was all Meng Yifan's gain.

Meng Yifan put the Silver Notes and the Gold Bar aside first and opened the sheepskin scroll, discovering that it was filled with both text and illustrations, recording the Corpse Refining Great Method, which made Meng Yifan feel as if he had found a treasure.

The Corpse Refining Great Method is a true Immortal Cultivation Technique; although the Corpse Refining Technique is somewhat unorthodox and is viewed by orthodox Immortal Cultivators as a crooked and evil path, it is indeed an Immortal Cultivation Technique that can increase combat power.

In Meng Yifan's view, Immortal Cultivation Techniques have no distinction between good and evil; it lies in the person using them.

If used for the righteous path, then the Corpse Refining Technique can also benefit all living beings; if the person using it harbors evil intentions, no matter what technique they practice, they will bring disaster to the world.

It is similar to nuclear weapons on Earth; it is a weapon of mass destruction that can destroy the world; if used for slaughter, it can instantly destroy a city and kill hundreds of thousands of people, but if nuclear weapons are used to protect the homeland from being bullied by others, it is a treasure of immeasurable merit.

Meng Yifan looked at the thick book again and found that it was a book of miscellaneous notes on immortal cultivation, which recorded a lot of common knowledge about immortal cultivation; this was exactly the knowledge Meng Yifan urgently needed.

"The Spirit Qi between Heaven and Earth is divided into Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, Thunder, Yin, and Yang; an Immortal Cultivator must possess the corresponding Spirit Root to be able to absorb the corresponding Spirit Qi; those without a Spirit Root have no Immortal Fate and cannot become an Immortal Cultivator."

"Spirit Roots are gifts from Heaven; according to the normal ratio, only one in a thousand people possesses a Spirit Root."

Seeing this, Meng Yifan was stunned; relatively speaking, the Martial Dao has no requirements for Spirit Roots; as long as one has a cultivation technique, one can practice the Martial Dao; this is also the reason why Martial Artists are seen everywhere in the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty, while Immortal Cultivators are few and far between.

"I wonder if I have a Spirit Root." Meng Yifan's heart stirred, and he continued to flip through to the back, soon finding the method to test for Spirit Roots.

According to the records in the book, if one is within an Immortal Cultivation Sect, one can have an initiate press their hand on a Spirit Crystal Ball, which can significantly expand one's own perception, allowing one to enter a mysterious and ethereal state of emptiness to sense the mixed Spirit Qi between Heaven and Earth; whichever type of Spirit Qi resonates with the practitioner, that is the type of Spirit Root they possess.

If the practitioner does not have a Spirit Crystal Ball, they can also calm their mind, discard distracting thoughts, enter a state of meditation, and circulate an Immortal Cultivation Technique to try to absorb the Heaven and Earth Spirit Qi; whichever type of Spirit Qi they can absorb, that is the type of Spirit Root they possess.

"Yifan, if you can practice this Corpse Refining Technique, you can easily resolve the Corpse Poison in your body," said Liu Zhongyong.

Meng Yifan nodded, asked Liu Zhongyong to guard him, and then sat cross-legged, with his five centers facing Heaven, following the Corpse Refining Technique, looking at his nose with his eyes, his mouth with his nose, and his heart with his mouth, calming his mind and entering a state of meditation to perceive the omnipresent Heaven and Earth Spirit Qi.

Within a square inch, distracting thoughts grew in abundance,

unable to be removed in time, unable to be cut off completely.

To truly achieve a heart like emptiness, where no distracting thoughts arise and one guards peace alone, is not an easy thing to do.