The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 246 - 154 Wen Liangyu’s Original Form_2

Chapter 246: Chapter 154 Wen Liangyu’s Original Form_2

"Although it’s very weak, it indeed exists in this workshop."

Qiongqi couldn’t see the outer world, so she could only walk slowly along the wall, letting herself thoroughly feel it.

Finally, she stopped beside a pile of debris.

"Here?"

This was a corner where the carpenters dumped scrap trimmings, but it’s not surprising they didn’t recognize gold and jade.

She squatted down, rummaging through a pile of broken wood, playing a game of "yes" and "no" with Qiongqi. Eventually, what she held in her hand was a multilateral irregular wooden piece over two feet long.

No wonder the craftsmen tossed it into the pile of scrap wood. The wood’s quality couldn’t be discerned, seemingly not belonging to any known valuable wood species, and it was heavy, not seeming like wood at all but more like a big stone. If it weren’t for her recent increase in strength, she couldn’t have lifted it by herself. The wood was jet-black, but upon closer inspection, there were large net patterns on it resembling python prints. Unfortunately, these patterns were not only unattractive but also gave off a sinister vibe, which household would dare use it for furniture? Plus, this whole piece of material was only so small, not enough for any substantial use.

"What is this?"

Qiongqi was also uncertain: "Perhaps... it’s ancient sedimentary wood. This should be from the core of the tree, rich in Spiritual Energy."

"What can it be used for?"

Qiongqi chuckled, "I’m not very sure either."

This guy is really half-baked! Now she realized how reliable Changtian was.

She shrugged, putting the wood piece into her storage bag. Just about to turn around and leave, her eyes shifted and she casually took a carved openwork yellow pear wood Taishi Chair.

As usual, left some silver behind, and dashed off.

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It was still early before dawn. She found a baozi shop to have breakfast. She had just sipped a bowl of refreshing mung bean soup and bitten half a meat bun when she heard Changtian’s slightly weary voice in her ear: "It’s done. Come in."

She shuddered, almost tossing the bun in her hand.

It had only been nine two-hours since, and the Blood Exchange Technique was already done? It seemed the process went smoothly.

Usually accustomed to his presence, sometimes even finding him too oppressive, she realized with several two-hours gone without his presence, she actually felt a sense of loss.

Humans, always desiring what they don’t have!

She didn’t care about her image, gulped down the rest of her meat bun, and found a small alley to slip into God Demon Prison.

The bottom layer remained mostly unchanged; probably Changtian had put away the medicines and tools. When she came in, Changtian was next to the Demon Transformation Spring casting a Cleaning Technique to wash the blood off his hands.

The air was thick with an intense, almost solid scent of blood.

An adult human’s total blood volume is about five liters. Ning Xiaoxian wondered, based on her past experiences, it would take the blood of about ten or so people dying here, roughly the number of travelers killed at the horse bandits’ camp, to create such a strong smell. But from the beginning to end, there were only two people here, and the one losing blood was at most Wen Liangyu himself.

This Blood Exchange Secret Technique is really bizarre!

Having finished his task, Changtian sat down under the Big Pillar. Ning Xiaoxian noted that his steps were heavy for the first time.

"You... are you alright?" she asked uncertainly.

Changtian hummed lightly, pointing to the black stone table beside him, then closed his eyes to rest.

He was very tired, not just Divine Power exhausted, but his Divine Soul was also weary. If not for his External Body not sweating, he would probably be drenched in sweat now.

The process of blood exchange for Wen Liangyu wasn’t as smooth as Ning Xiaoxian imagined, but rather much more difficult, forcing him to speed up. In the past, such a minor technique would have been done casually.

However, times have changed. The longer he used his Divine Skills, the greater the restraining force of the Dragon Binding Rope on him became. During the casting process, the spiritually sentient Dragon Binding Rope fiercely suppressed his Divine Power; he had to focus completely on casting while also attempting to break free from the constraints of the Dragon Binding Rope, the loss of his essence, energy, and spirit, was more than a hundred times usual!

Although the door of God Demon Prison was always open with Spiritual Energy flowing in to replenish, with daily Spiritual Tea never ceasing, overall it was still a deficiency. The energy stored in his body was already minimal, if he did not find a solution, perhaps he wouldn’t withstand the journey westward.

Ning Xiaoxian looked at him with concern. Changtian rarely showed weariness in front of her, but now his complexion was even paler, even slightly blueish. She knew, Immortals’ External Bodies almost never fall ill, but his tired appearance could only mean his Divine Power was overly depleted. Unfortunately, in this matter, she was completely helpless and could only worry.

She must find a way!

A slight noise came from her side, interrupting her thoughts. Turning her head, she saw a small animal lying on the black stone table. This creature and the black stone table were very similar in color, and since she had entered focusing on Changtian, she just then realized: "Where’s Wen Liangyu?"

Pill Furnace Qiongqi gleefully said: "Right here on this table!"

Nani! That six-foot-tall man, after completing the Blood Exchange Technique, had turned into a small animal not longer than her arm? This transformation was even more impressive than Korea’s plastic surgery!

She bent down, staring eye to eye with the small animal. Seeing this creature, she knew Changtian’s previous conjecture was very accurate. Wen Liangyu’s pure-blooded original form was indeed a mink! The body was lithe, the mouth sharp, the limbs a bit short, covered with soft purplish-black fur, glossy and smooth, dragging a fluffy large tail behind. This original form was far different from a fox, but it did somewhat resemble a squirrel she once had, described in two words: "so cute!"

However, she knew that despite its cute appearance, a mink was a fierce small animal, even capable of preying on squirrels.(To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to qidian.com to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)