Chapter 422

Now that the new gun's spirituality was born, what Wei Yuan needed to do next was to slowly nurture it, constantly stabilizing and expanding this bit of spirituality, and then slowly store it in his consciousness sea.

In the blink of an eye, several more days passed, and Wei Yuan suddenly woke up from his meditation; the Spirit Treasure Brutality had already completely entered his consciousness sea and was thoroughly activated. The divine characteristic of this gun had also been formed: at the cost of permanently damaging the gun's spirituality, one could fire a shot with doubled power!

The Spirit Treasure was complete; Wei Yuan opened his eyes, and suddenly his heart stirred; in front of him had appeared two pills the size of chicken eggs, as transparent as rubies.

The two pills floated quietly, looking only beautiful, but when Wei Yuan touched them, he seemed to hear a True Dragon roar in his ears, and the blood in his whole body immediately boiled!

This was the precious medicine refined from the two Dragon Liver Bloods; there were not many traces of refining, and it was more about combing the medicinal properties, allowing the essence in the Dragon Liver Blood to be released bit by bit, without much interference with the essence itself. True Person Dan Ming had always believed that refining pills was like cooking small fresh fish; the more high-end the medicinal materials, the more one must preserve their original flavor.

Wei Yuan suppressed the boiling blood in his body, put away the two pills, and went to find Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Sheng was still reading the Daoist Canon, calm and composed. Even if finding a new way out from the Daoist Canon was as difficult as ascending to heaven, she was neither panicked nor anxious, reading the Daoist books as if she were leisurely reading a storybook after tea and a meal.

Wei Yuan walked on tiptoe behind her, leaning down slightly, as if wanting to sniff her hair, but as soon as he thought of the omniscient True Lords, Wei Yuan had to put away all unnecessary movements and silently placed the two pills in front of Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Sheng looked up, her eyes filled with a smile; that was a joy that naturally arose upon seeing Wei Yuan.

Only then did she look at the pills and ask: "What is this?"

"To nourish your body."

Zhang Sheng chided: "I don't have... where do I need nourishment?"

Wei Yuan subconsciously wanted to say "You need nourishment everywhere," but immediately thought of the crowd of True Lords and hurriedly took those words back. In fact, Wei Yuan had already carefully perceived the movements around him and found nothing.

But the fact that he found nothing itself seemed to be a problem.

At this time, Zhang Sheng saw Wei Yuan's expression and knew what he was doing, so she said: "The wilderness is silent, and the fierce tiger arrives. If there is not a single spiritual sense around, that means all the spiritual senses are here."

Wei Yuan also knew this principle, although he was unwilling, he was helpless; after all, it was under the eyes of everyone. Moreover, he could not do anything anyway; Zhang Sheng still needed to take the medicine immediately, and her body was now broken and dilapidated, and her physical strength was likely insufficient to withstand the medicinal power.

Zhang Sheng smiled slightly, put down the Daoist book in her hand, stood up, and lightly tapped Wei Yuan's lips.

Wei Yuan's consciousness went blank for an instant, and thunder rumbled in the Ten Thousand Mile Rivers and Mountains, knocking over dozens of people. Among them were those with ulterior motives, but more were simply unlucky.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his heart: with so many True Lords watching, what should he do now?

Zhang Sheng sat back in her original place, preparing to continue reading, as if that moment just now had never happened. But Wei Yuan vaguely felt that somewhere beyond the sky seemed to boil for a moment, and then there was no more movement.

Wei Yuan barely steadied his mind and said: "This, these two pills were refined by Senior Dan Ming, made from Dragon Liver Blood, and can regenerate the Dao foundation. Please take them immediately!"

Zhang Sheng pushed lightly and said: "Okay, I will take them now, you should go back."

Wei Yuan subconsciously wanted to grab her hand, but he only hesitated for a moment before hurriedly restraining himself. He really did not know how to grasp the degree at such a time, so it was better to let Zhang Sheng lead.

Wei Yuan left the small courtyard in a daze and returned to his residence in a daze.

Under a large tree at the northern mountain gate, the woman in red looked at the familiar line on the page, "Five hundred and eleven characters omitted here," closed the storybook in her hand, and sighed: "Today's chapter of the story is really meaningless."

Wei Yuan returned to his room, threw himself on the couch, and stared blankly at the ceiling. The Dragon Blood Pill was complete and handed to Zhang Sheng, allowing her damaged body to be compensated. Only then did Wei Yuan realize it in retrospect, slowly feeling the joy.

This joy was so huge, filling heaven and earth, dispersing into every corner between heart and spirit, omnipresent, irresistible, and could last until the end of time.

Originally, Wei Yuan could only watch Zhang Sheng slowly slide into the abyss, but he was powerless; who knew that a surprise would be opened from the Long Ying treasure. If he hadn't gone to the extreme north and killed the Long Ying, how could there be today's fate?

Being able to personally pull her out of the abyss of death, this joy was so great that Wei Yuan thought he was in a dream for a moment, and he could hardly believe it.

Wei Yuan sprang up, took out the history books, and studied hard at the desk.

In such a happy time, not reading a few more chapters of human wisdom would truly be a waste of the good luck that fell from heaven.

The tree shadows on the window and the pages of the book turned together, and the experiences of the human race over hundreds of thousands of years unfolded bit by bit before Wei Yuan's eyes, but he suddenly frowned, stopped turning the pages, and repeatedly looked at one sentence:

If the country is like a body, then the noble families are the bones, and the cultivators are the flesh and blood; this is the principle of the world.

This article discusses the way of governing a country and is a famous article in the world; Wei Yuan had also read it when he was a child. At that time, he only understood a little bit of the surface; now his cultivation was different, his experiences were different, and his insights were different, but he felt that something was wrong.

He read this article again and finally confirmed one thing: in the whole article, there was not a single word about "people." Wei Yuan put down the article, and his mood was no longer as beautiful as just now.

Just as he was thinking about the situation he was in, Wei Yuan suddenly heard a summons. Then the scenery before his eyes changed, and he appeared by a small lake. A young Daoist was sitting by the lake, fishing.

Seeing Wei Yuan arrive, the young Daoist did not speak, but just handed Wei Yuan a fishing rod.

Wei Yuan had never fished before, so he just followed the example, swung the rod and cast the hook, and then waited quietly for the fish to take the bait. It was just that there was no bait on the fishing rod, and the hook was straight.

The young Daoist said slowly: "You now have the qualifications to fish; although your fishpond is currently only this small lake, sooner or later, you will cast your line in the sea of clouds and fish for the world."

Wei Yuan did not know how to answer; mainly because he really did not understand fishing, and without relevant terminology, his reply was always a bit off.

The young Daoist said leisurely: "People are fishing for fish, and fish are also fishing for people. Although our fishhooks are straight, there are many fish in this world willing to take the bait themselves. Soon you will see that no matter how cunning the fish is, there will always be a way to catch it."

Wei Yuan held the fishing rod, but he did not have any confidence at all.

The young Daoist was leisurely, looking at the calm lake surface, and said: "Under the Great Cause Curse, you broke through the void to the north, returned successfully after a near-death experience, and your cultivation advanced greatly. Don't you think it's too coincidental?"

"The disciple also thinks so."

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"True Dragon blood descendants, it's all arranged, and they don't even bother to cover it up. But as long as True Dragon blood descendants meet, they must fight to the death, whether they want to or not. Hehe, the one who set up this game can be called a top-notch angler."

This was also what Wei Yuan had been worried about, so he asked: "How should the disciple break the game?"

The young Daoist just smiled and said: "Keep fishing first; when the fish takes the bait, I will tell you. When you see the fish, even if I don't say anything, you will understand seven or eight parts of it."

So the two continued to fish.

A cup of tea time passed...

A stick of incense time also passed...

A breeze blew by, and there seemed to be birds chirping in the wind.

An hour passed, and both of their fishing rods were completely motionless.

The young Daoist's smile remained, looking like he had everything under control.

But Wei Yuan subconsciously felt that the atmosphere in the wind had quietly changed at this moment. If he were to take the initiative to talk at this time, it would be easy for unexpected things to happen.

The lake water was as smooth as a mirror, without the slightest ripple, but in Wei Yuan's perception, there were countless pairs of eyes under the lake staring at their fishing hooks, but they were completely motionless.

Wei Yuan suddenly had a somewhat absurd thought: are these fish too full? But as soon as he thought that they were using straight hooks, Wei Yuan felt that it was the angler who was too full.

The young Daoist remained motionless, and a bit of luck quietly flew out from his large sleeve, unknowingly hanging on the fishhook.

The fish in the lake did not know why, but they felt that their minds were exceptionally clear today, their long-standing confusion of many years was suddenly cleared, and they saw through the layout of the insidious immortal.

A large fish patted the small fish beside it; the small fish rushed up as if it were going to its death, took a bite of the luck, spat out the fishhook, and returned to offer the luck to the large fish.

The large fish swallowed the luck with satisfaction, and a scale on its head turned golden. It patted the small fish again, so the small fish swam happily behind the large fish and joined the ranks of other small fish.

Another hour passed...

The young Daoist said indifferently: "Just now a fish took the bait but left again; the luck of the world is hard to grasp, as can be seen. The so-called emptiness is form, and form is emptiness; whether there is a fish or not, one can preach..."

(End of chapter)