Chapter 407: Mouse Eyes See Only an Inch, All of You Are Generations

The old man first bowed to the main seat, then bowed repeatedly to the surroundings, his posture extremely humble, appearing somewhat pitiful, before standing in front of the table where the golden cup was inverted. He lifted the hem of his cold clothes, operated his magic power, and a black energy rose from the top of his head.

This person's magic power was thin. Although he was also in the Penetrating Law realm, that black energy was known to be a side-door path at a glance. Only someone with Qian Chen's high insight could see that although the old man's magic power was mixed, it was not as low as it appeared. This behavior was just deliberately showing ugliness.

The noble family disciples below burst into laughter...

The previous Lu family disciple laughed: "With such meager magic power, he dares to come up and show ugliness!"

"Lower-level scattered cultivators having such magic power is already not bad! Why say that Xie Anshi set up a banquet in this Copper Sparrow Tower, not distinguishing between gentry and commoners? Didn't Brother Wentai of the Ji family avoid this Copper Sparrow banquet for this reason, preferring to read scriptures at home rather than mix with the commoners? Today's banquet is also a great opportunity for these scattered cultivators. If the seniors leak a little from their fingernails, it is enough for these scattered cultivators to improve their cultivation, and even create a cold-door family. The reason they try every means to get on stage is to play this idea, isn't it?"

Another noble family disciple raised his glass and laughed.

Zhou's Sixth Brother, truly a beautiful young man of the noble family, saw the old man muttering words, summoning a group of Yin spirits, and his face changed. He reached out and dipped in the clean water in the golden bowl beside him, and flicked it three times toward his side.

This is the etiquette of the noble family to wash away dust, used to isolate turbid energy and purify the body and mind.

Zhou's Sixth Brother frowned: "Method of summoning gods? Although this method is not an evil path, it has gone to the side door in the hands of these scattered cultivators!"

"If you can't summon the righteous gods and local spirits, you use the demon spirits and ghosts you raise to replace them, polluting the purity of this place!"

Lu Qi lowered his head: "Sixth Brother, after this banquet is over, should I go and find him some trouble?"

The beautiful young man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "Just grass mustard! Why mention it?"

The old man was practicing the art of spirit-writing (fuji), a technique with a long history as a heterodox method. It is said that its lineage can be traced back to the ancient Wu Sect. It was a legitimate cultivation method used by Wu priests to act on behalf of the gods during the era when the divine governed the world. When cultivated to a profound level, one can exist alongside the gods. The highest realm of this art is known as 'Existing Alongside the Gods,' capable of sensing all deities and becoming an avatar of a god. Even if one's cultivation realm is low, one can summon heavenly soldiers and divine generals, and its power is truly unimaginably great.

But after the Supreme Dao merged and the heaven and earth were cut off, the divine path could no longer directly interfere with the secular world.

Ordinary cultivators who practice this technique can never summon true gods and righteous spirits, so they have to find those demon spirits and ghosts who covet the convenience of human cultivation to cooperate, lending their own flesh to them for cultivation, and the true energy and magic techniques obtained are shared equally. And the god-summoning technique practiced by the old man didn't even summon such demon ghosts, and he was afraid that they would seize his flesh, so he chose to cultivate demon spirits and spirits himself, with his own cultivation as the main and spiritual objects as the auxiliary, changing it into an orthodox Dao cultivation method.

The magic power obtained was also cultivated by himself, just borrowing Yin spirits to cast spells.

And besides natural spirits, there are five kinds of animals that are most easily enlightened, which are the five immortals: Fox Immortal, Yellow Immortal, White Immortal, Willow Immortal, and Gray Immortal. At this time, what the old man summoned was the Gray Immortal—the gray-haired mouse fed by the little girl.

The old man stared at the golden cup, took a deep breath. The reason he felt he had a few points of certainty in winning the top prize was because of a supernatural power of his protective immortal spirit.

Years ago, he accidentally obtained this god-summoning technique. The Yin spirit used for foundation building was not strong, and it relied entirely on its natural supernatural powers to avoid several death calamities.

And his only son... although he worked hard to find a very strong protective immortal spirit, a colorful python, for him, he died in a fight with an enemy because of his fierce fighting, leaving him with a little granddaughter, the only seedling.

This mysterious turtle shell is the most superior spiritual object he has ever seen in his life. By using this for foundation building, I am afraid his natal immortal spirit can break away from the Yin spirit and truly have a point of divinity.

In this way, his granddaughter's Dao foundation can also be called a supreme rank. As long as he gives up a favor from his early years, it is not impossible to entrust her to a good sect. In this way, even under the Nine Springs, he will be satisfied.

Seeing that group of weak mouse-shaped spiritual light.

The beautiful young man below stood up straight suddenly.

Qian Chen below was also somewhat surprised. This mouse-shaped Yin spirit actually had the bloodline of a treasure-hunting mouse like the Shu Laibao he killed, and could use the natural supernatural power of the treasure-hunting mouse. The treasure-hunting mouse has extremely keen spiritual sense. This spiritual sense will cultivate a supernatural power called 'Mouse Eyes See Only an Inch' after core formation. Magic techniques and Dao techniques, once cultivated into supernatural powers, are incomparably mysterious, or rather, every supernatural power is incomparably mysterious.

Who would have thought that after the technique of taking objects is cultivated into a supernatural power, it has such a strong Great Supernatural Power as the Great Capture of Innate Qi.

After the technique of washing away dust is cultivated into a supernatural power, it is almost the nemesis of all poisons?

Although the old man only used blood sacrifice to stimulate it, at the cost of damaging his vitality, to temporarily stimulate such supernatural powers, but to see through a small golden cup was already easy.

The Golden Core True Immortals present all had conclusions in their hearts the moment they saw the three-inch golden light. Someone sighed secretly, thinking that the old man finally grasped the opportunity, and the scattered cultivator also showed a hand, not losing face as they thought.

But just as the old man manipulated the mouse eyes to probe toward the golden cup.

Zhou's Sixth Brother showed a hint of ruthlessness on his face, and gave a look to the Lu family disciple beside him. The Lu family disciple understood, and suddenly operated his true energy and shouted: "In the public eye, in the pure place of Copper Sparrow, using such filthy Yin spirit side-door small techniques, don't look at where this is!"

When he shouted, he also took the opportunity to cast a spell of 'tongue blooming spring thunder', mixing the thunder machine into the sound and shaking it together.

When the old man summoned the god, he also used the blood sacrifice secret method, entrusting a part of his mind to the Yin spirit, and he had no defense himself. And this kind of Yin spirit is always most afraid of thunder energy. When casting god-summoning techniques, they usually attach the Yin spirit to the body to cast spells, using their own flesh to cover. Even so, when casting spells, they are most afraid of thunder sounds interrupting, but this time, in order to cast the supernatural power of 'Mouse Eyes See Only an Inch', a part of his soul was almost defenseless, entrusted to the Yin spirit, and suddenly summoned a thunder shout, immediately spitting blood from his mouth and nose, and the mouse spirit almost collapsed.

This backlash came, and it cost him half his life.

A cry came from below: "Grandpa, Little Gray!"

This change happened very suddenly. The old man almost trembled all over the moment the shout came out, paralyzed on the ground, and many True Immortals in the upper seats also frowned slightly. Xie Anshi couldn't hold his face, and even Xie Lingyun, who was sitting beside Qian Chen and Wang Longxiang, couldn't help but stand up.

At this time, the old man gasped and woke up faintly, struggling to get up. His hair was already gray, and he had a face of death. Just looking at the layer of decay on his face, one knew that his remaining lifespan would not exceed three years.

How many thoughts flashed through the old man's heart at this moment, no one knows. Only seeing him look at his granddaughter who was terrified on the stage with grief, he gasped: "It was me... presumptuous! Actually selling my filthy magic technique at Xie Gong's banquet, asking for humiliation, can't blame others!"

The begging in his eyes made the black big man who spoke for him unable to say the words behind.

His lifespan is approaching, and he offended the noble families. He is a person who is about to die and is not afraid of anything, but what about his young granddaughter?

The black big man shouted: "Suffocating! It really makes me suffocating..."

The people involved all wanted to settle the matter, what else could others say?

Yu Liang nodded slightly in his heart, secretly thinking that this person still had some self-knowledge, so he waved his hand: "Send him down to heal!" Everyone knew that a dose of spiritual pill could cure the injury, but how to make up for the loss of origin and the loss of lifespan? For a time, some sighed secretly, and some mocked.

The black big man shouted: "You can bear it, I can't!"

He took a few steps onto the stage, pointed at the golden cup and said: "It's just to get the things inside, right! I want to try." Yu Liang's face was cold: "Since you want to try, then no matter what means you use, as long as you guess the most accurately, I will offer this top prize on the spot!"

The black big man glared at the old man, took a deep breath, and shouted, his pupils suddenly shrinking to the size of a needle tip.

He leaned in front of the golden cup and took a deep breath. Immediately, a strong wind blew in the Copper Sparrow Tower, and the lung sacs in his chest were as if they were endless, bulging high. This breath was sucked in, and the whole Copper Sparrow Tower blew a strong wind, and the curtains flew inward.

"There is a salty baked taste!" the big man shouted while holding his breath.

He twisted his finger as thick as a rolling pin, and pinched it in a decent way. Qian Chen below gave a soft huh. This black big man's divination Dao was truly poor, but his divination method was very interesting. He actually sucked all the surrounding breath into his chest, and then relied on instinct and intuition to find a wisp of relevant breath, and then slowly analyzed it with the method of heavenly machine.

Zhou's Sixth Brother's eyes flashed with gloom, and he pinched a magic formula in his hand...

The Zhou family's attainment in heavenly machine calculation was truly not bad. As he operated the spell, the big man's hand formula followed to places that were not relevant.

"Salt... chicken!"

The big man calculated for a long time and shouted: "I know, inside is a salty baked chicken leg!"

"Hahahaha..."

The noble family disciples below laughed one after another, and even several True Immortals couldn't help it. Yu Liang waved his sleeves: "Nonsense, get down!"