My Cultivation Starting from Archery Chapter 1032 - 326: The Little Taoist

Spirit Stones, Chen Sansi was not lacking.

After all, he had just bloodwashed the entire Beiyang, and most of those families’ wealth now belonged to the Great Han treasury.

However, he still didn’t have the cultivation technique for the Golden Body Realm.

For dozens of days he waited, Chen Sansi wasn’t bothered by waiting a few more days, so he continued to stay in the courtyard and wait.

This ti.

More than ten consecutive days, spending tens of bags of Spirit Stones, but not a single word of cultivation technique mantra was acquired.

"Scram, scram, scram!"

On this night, Mu Chutai returned furiously: "You brat, what are you still leeching off for?!"

"Senior Mu."

Chen Sansi was already accustod to the other’s manner, considering it as paying tuition: "Did you run into sothing? Is there sothing the junior can help with?"

Mu Chutai snorted coldly, cursing under his breath: "’Fan Shuxian’ that scoundrel from the Guiyuan Sect, flaunting his wealth and newly gained status as Elder, strutting back and forth in front of Fairy Jing Shu!"

"..."

Chen Sansi remained silent.

It turned out to be jealousy over a female cultivator.

"Kid!"

Mu Chutai suddenly slung his arm around his shoulder, "Let’s discuss sothing, you figure out a way for to get a three-thousand-year-old ’Purple Ling Ma Lucao’, and I’ll teach you the entire Glazed Gold Body Realm, no, even the Magic Image Realm, cultivation technique! And I’ll teach you hand-in-hand, how about it?"

Magic Image Realm.

Chen Sansi didn’t know much about it but it seed to match the Nascent Soul level on the Immortal Path. Even in the Cultivation World, it’s an extrely rare existence.

If one heavenly material and earth treasure can exchange for the Magic Image Realm technique, plus the guidance of once Heavenly Water’s top talent, it’s not a loss.

After all, the Dragon Scripture...

It seems it is completely unavailable outside.

Chen Sansi didn’t agree imdiately, but instead said reluctantly: "But Senior Mu, the ’Purple Ling Ma Lucao’ is already rare, a three-thousand-year old one is even scarcer. They are spirit plants commonly used by Golden Core seniors, it’s very difficult for juniors to acquire them."

"If you can’t get it, soone else can."

Mu Chutai looked toward Baihua Valley: "Elder Yu Ling might have it, you should go and ask her."

"That sister of mine hasn’t taken in a disciple for years, suddenly she picked you, she must value you highly, she wouldn’t possibly be unwilling to spare a darn herb, right?"

"Junior can try."

Chen Sansi answered vaguely.

"It’s not just for !"

Mu Chutai emphasized: "In not so many years, you yourself will need various third realm resources, you’ll need to ask my sister, plan ahead to avoid delaying your own future."

"Junior will keep that in mind."

Chen Sansi said: "Then, I won’t disturb you any further, I’ll take my leave."

"Wait, wait, wait!"

Mu Chutai waved to stop him, impatiently said: "Hey, how have you been practicing lately? Use the Dragon Scripture to practice it entirely for to see."

"Thank you, Senior!"

Chen Sansi cupped his fists.

No matter his character, his strength is there, willing to provide guidance, is naturally a good thing.

"Clang—"

A Xuan Yuan sword erged from the Storage Ring, Chen Sansi grasped the hilt, paired with Water Elent True Power, started practicing the content of True Power Perfect Realm technique.

"..."

Mu Chutai did not rush to critique, but squinted his eyes watching closely each of his opponent’s movents and stances, muttering to himself.

"This kid’s Martial Arts skill is indeed not in line with his age."

He approached slowly, asking him to slow down, placing his hand on Chen Sansi’s carotid artery position, sensing the circulation of True Power within, scolding loudly:

"Why are you rushing?!

"Martial Arts and Dao, not only have ’Martial’, but also have ’Dao’!

"No matter how well you perform your moves, if your inner strength operation is poor, what’s the use?!

"Look at your True Power, too impetuous when passing through Jade Pillow Pass, yet too sluggish when crossing the Golden Hall!

"Right, I know what you’re going to say, the cultivation technique is written like that, right?

"Is the technique absolutely right? The cultivation technique was written by people, does that person necessarily know better than you?!

"Each person’s physical condition is different, practicing any technique, must be adapted according to oneself!

"There are many geniuses in this world, competition between geniuses relies on details!

"If you are always diocre in practice, then in future battles you’ll always be just a bit off!

"That little bit will be your flaw!"

Though it was scolding, Chen Sansi was even more respectful than usual, because the few sentences spoken by the other truly benefited him greatly.

Indeed, worthy of once being Heavenly Water’s top cultivator, the inner insights are valuable experience accumulated over centuries.

"Alright."

After Lord Taishan shouted a few tis, he returned to his drunken deanor, lifted the wine gourd and poured a gulp into his mouth: "Get out and practice, don’t disturb my rest."

"Crash—"

A wooden door was slamd heavily in front of him.

Holding the Xuan Yuan sword, Chen Sansi arrived at the open space within the woods outside the fenced courtyard, beginning to adjust the circulation of ridians according to Lord Taishan’s instructions, the effect was imdiate.

Even though there’s no Spiritual Energy here, by repeated practice, he could achieve true skillful execution.

With the True Power Perfection technique at hand, he could first practice, but anwhile must prepare for subsequent inheritances.

Purple Ling Ma Lucao, and the resources he himself needs.

As long as he could obtain a few seeds of Purple Ling Ma Lucao, he could, in the shortest ti, cultivate a three-thousand-year mature dicinal herb.

Once all the techniques are complete, he can focus on enhancing himself and solving the problem of Ancestor Vein revival.

Once people beco focused, ti accelerates its passing.

Unconsciously, a night had gone by.

The green garden’s sunflowers linger in morning dew awaiting sunlight.

In the morning, fog shrouded the air.