29: Taking the magic power to full power (seeking monthly ticket)

In the early morning, Chen Yuan was roused from his sleep by a furry tail tickling him.

"Chirp chirp!" Little Squirrel hopped onto his chest and pointed at her rumbling stomach.

She was hungry!

Chen Yuan then remembered he wasn't alone anymore.

He now had two more mouths to feed.

He sat up, his feet dangling off the bed, and looked at the morning mist drifting down from the mountains outside the window.

Recalling last night's conversation, he brightened up again.

"I'll make my small building a unified realm, come what may, spring, summer, autumn, or winter."

"Let it be what it may!"

He got out of bed, dressed, loosely tied his hair with a wooden hairpin, and went to the kitchen.

However, seeing the empty rice jar, he suddenly remembered.

His rice jar was empty.

The rice he had bought later was long gone, thrown into some corner of the mountain.

He glanced sideways, and the Squirrel, Little Squirrel, was hiding outside the kitchen door frame, peeking at him with shifty eyes.

She seemed to have a guilty conscience.

"It seems you, little fellow, know best."

However, he remembered something and immediately smiled.

This little guy still had a pile of provisions in that mountain cave.

And there were quite a few mountain delicacies.

If he moved them over, he probably wouldn't have to worry about food and drink for several months.

He could even get a good supplement.

"Come on, let's go to the mountain and move all your belongings over."

He beckoned.

Little Squirrel, hearing this, had no idea Chen Yuan was eyeing her pantry. She chirped happily, then leaped and scurried onto Chen Yuan's shoulder.

Chen Yuan took his straw hat and put it on his head.

He said to the White Fox, "Little White, you guard the house!"

Then he left!

He walked out of Jiazi Alley.

Chen Yuan arrived at the central street.

As he approached the city gate, he suddenly heard a burst of cheers.

Then, he heard a "thwack" of a storyteller's clapper.

"It is said that the successor of the Sword Tomb in Shu Land, with his peerless talent, cultivated in seclusion in the Sword Tomb for three years. On the day he emerged, ten thousand swords hummed in unison, and Sword Qi soared thirty li across the sky. Later, this person descended the mountain with his sword box. Upon reaching a place, he saw the common people suffering under the tyranny of demon monsters. With Sword Qi rising in his chest, he, a single man with a single sword, charged directly into the demon monsters' lair…"

A resonant voice, full of intonation, drifted over with the breeze.

It was powerful and sonorous, like a vivid scroll of the Jianghu unfolding.

It seemed to be telling a story of a Genius swordsman descending the mountain to slay demons and eradicate evil.

Suddenly, someone asked,

"How does that Sword Tomb successor compare to our Commandant, sir?"

"The other day during the demon calamity, that sir slayed demons and eradicated evil, saving many common people."

The storyteller chuckled.

"The Patrolling Mountain Commandant, for the common people of the world, is naturally respected, but…"

"Please let me finish the story first!"

The intonated storytelling continued to resonate.

Chen Yuan walked over and saw a large group of common people sitting on the ground by the roadside, listening intently to the storyteller.

The focus of their attention was an elderly man in his sixties, wearing a faded scholar's robe and sporting a goatee.

His gaze narrowed slightly.

Observing with his Minds Eye, the elder had a faint Qi current around him, and with each word he spoke, the common people below, whether cheering or applauding, had wisps of light flow into the elder's body, making his Qi current increasingly strong.

Storytelling makes people stronger?

Chen Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

What a peculiar method of Cultivation!

However, he did not linger much. He paid a slight attention and then moved away.

An incense stick's time later, he arrived at the previous cave.

When Chen Yuan reached the entrance of the cave, he felt a little strange.

He remembered that he had previously slain a spider Essence Spirit here.

Now, the corpse of this Essence Spirit was gone.

Only the pungent smell remained.

It must have been devoured by the wild beasts in the mountain.

He didn't care, patting the Little Squirrel.

Time to get to work!

A few minutes later, Chen Yuan carried two large burlap sacks, and the Little Squirrel, with her belly bulging from sucking, returned to the city.

They had only packed less than a fifth of Little Squirrel's total belongings.

Next time!

When Chen Yuan returned to the city and passed by that street again, the storyteller was already gone.

He went directly back to Jiazi Ward.

Then he cooked a large pot of rice.

However, it was mixed with a good amount of ginseng and lingzhi mushrooms.

When the rice was cooked.

He carried a bucket of rice to the table.

He divided it into two bowls.

The Little Squirrel stood on the dining table, chirping, seemingly extremely hungry.

The White Fox squatted on the chair, curiosity written in her clear eyes.

Chen Yuan used a spoon to scoop a serving of rice for each of the two little fellows.

"One bowl for you!"

"One bowl for you!"

"And for me, one bowl too!"

Saying that, he directly moved the bucket in front of himself.

He fed himself directly from the rice scoop.

Then, his stomach emitted sounds like a croaking frog.

The Food Consumption Divine Ability activated.

Immediately, the food in his mouth was rapidly digested, transforming into vital Qi, which circulated through his limbs and bones with his blood, flowing into his Dantian.

And the rice was mixed with ginseng and lingzhi slices.

The refined vital Qi was more than he had imagined.

It was perfect, as he now needed a large amount of vital Qi to temper his Divine Ability.

"Chirp chirp!"

The Squirrel, Little Squirrel, looked at the lump in her bowl, then at Chen Yuan's lump,

And protested.

That was all her belongings.

Chen Yuan indicated that the protest was invalid.

After finishing his meal with lightning speed, Chen Yuan went to the courtyard.

With the freshly digested blood Qi, he began to Cultivate the Mountain Carrying Body Refining method.

His feet and fists moved with powerful force, Qi flowing and circulating around his body without dispersing.

From this, one could perceive the profundity of this method.

It wasn't a broad, sweeping Body Refining method, but a soft, internal force generated by Yin and Yang.

Blood Qi circulated with specific angles of force, and as it circulated, the blood Qi surged directly towards the great Dragon at the base of his spine.

Waves of heat rose from the great Dragon in his back.

Not only was there no stinging sensation, but as his body twisted and turned, he gradually felt more and more invigorated.

After all, before, it was a sudden impact of adding points.

But this was a gradual progression.

It also gave Chen Yuan a more intuitive understanding of this Divine Ability method.

About half an hour later, Chen Yuan was sweating all over and stopped.

He checked his progress.

"Tail Pillar: Thirty-three percent."

Not bad, an increase of two percent.

Chen Yuan was quite content.

Immediately, he walked back into the kitchen.

He wanted to see the limit of the Food Consumption Divine Ability.

Previously, he didn't have the conditions for it,

But now, it seemed he did.

The little guy's belongings were right here.

So, that day, Chen Yuan continuously consumed food, then tempered his physique, constantly advancing his progress.

…

The day passed like this.

Night quietly descended!

At this time, three hundred li west of Qingshan County, in a deep, secluded mountain forest.

It was terrifyingly silent.

A huge black shadow descended from the sky.

It landed in a secluded valley with sharp, peak-like trees.

A bald, long-necked black strange bird, carrying a tattered corpse in its beak, dropped it.

Then, it let out two "caw-caw" calls.

They sounded harsh in the empty valley.

But suddenly, a strange voice spoke.

"What are you squawking about, you silly bird!"

A black shadow leaped down from a tree.

Its eerie green eyes looked terrifying.

"Here they come again, the Patrolling Mountain Commandants, killing us!"

Human speech came from the throat of that bald strange bird.

But it was very stiff, like a toddler learning to speak.

Saying that, it clawed at the corpse.

It was a dead spider, split in half.

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