Chapter 61: Nine Forgings to Magical Tool
This incident was rely a small interlude for Song Changsheng, and he didn't dwell on it. After having the clan elder cancel the mission, he returned to his small courtyard.
Now, all the basic elents for cultivating the Inscribing Formations Upon the Body thod were ready, so he could begin practical application.
During this period, he had thoroughly verified this profound thod, optimizing and supplenting several unreasonable parts, making the thod more feasible.
Although the process remained extrely perilous, at least there was hope for success.
“The cultivation process of this thod is lengthy. For safety, I'd better cultivate in the Cloud-reaching Hall. I can also have Grandpa serve as my protector.”
At this mont, Song Xianming was in seclusion and should not have been disturbed, but it was, after all, a matter of life and death, so he had to consider it comprehensively.
Bringing all the materials, Song Changsheng ascended the mountain peak and respectfully bowed outside the grand hall, saying in a clear voice, “Grandson greets Grandpa!”
Inside the Cloud-reaching Hall, Song Xianming slowly opened his eyes. Counting with his fingers hidden in his sleeve, he realized he had been in seclusion for over half a year.
“This boy has never disturbed during my seclusion. Could it be that he has encountered so major, difficult decision?”
He waved his sleeve, and the main doors instantly opened.
Song Changsheng stepped inside, walking directly to Song Xianming's presence, and respectfully said, “Grandpa.”
“What brings you here?” Song Xianming asked kindly.
He presented a jade slip with both hands and said, “This grandson once obtained a peculiar thod down the mountain. Now all preparations are complete, but because it is a path never before trodden, this grandson has co to bother you.”
Song Xianming understood. He took the jade slip and read it, instantly startled by He Yunxuan's audacity. His first thought was "impossible."
But after reading it carefully, he discovered that although the thod was audacious, it wasn't baseless. It was entirely feasible.
With his profound understanding of formation formations, he couldn't help but feel a sincere admiration for He Yunxuan. This person truly deserved to be called a formation Dao Grandmaster.
However, as Song Changsheng said, these were all theories; no one had ever put them into practice. The first person to try was like a test subject, bearing imnse risks.
He looked sternly at Song Changsheng and asked, “Are you sure you want to cultivate this thod?”
Song Changsheng nodded slightly, solemnly saying, “This grandson has made up his mind. If I do not succeed this ti, I will perish!”
“Does your mother know about this?”
Song Changsheng hesitated slightly, then shook his head and said, “No, I don't want her to worry.”
“Alas, she should know. This thod is incredibly perilous. Though not quite a near-certain death, it's not far off. Once sothing goes wrong in cultivation, it will be an eternal separation. This isn't fair to her,” Song Xianming sighed softly.
“If I tell Mother about this, she definitely won't agree.” Song Changsheng understood perfectly well that it wasn't fair to his mother, but he also knew even more clearly that she wouldn't let him take such a risk.
In her eyes, his healthy and happy life was more important than anything, even if he were just a mortal.
But Song Changsheng himself was unwilling to be ordinary. He would rather beco one of the countless withered bones on the path to longevity than waste his years, ultimately watching himself slowly turn to dust.
Today's risk was rely to pave the way for a longer journey in the future.
Song Xianming looked at the determined Song Changsheng, his consciousness montarily in a trance. A figure in his heart gradually rged with Song Changsheng. He reached out and touched that face, saying forlornly:
“Oh, you. I originally thought your personality was vastly different from your father's, but it turns out you're just like him, a stubborn mule. Once you've made up your mind, not even eight true dragons could pull you back.
Since you've already decided, then go for it. Grandpa will always guard you, waiting for the day you succeed and erge from seclusion.”
Looking at the aged Song Xianming, Song Changsheng's eyes felt a little sore. He knelt on the ground and solemnly bowed, “Thank you, Grandpa, for your support!”
“Alas.” Song Xianming stood up and walked out of the seclusion chamber without looking back. With a gentle wave of his sleeve, the main doors slowly closed, leaving Song Changsheng alone inside…
When the last sliver of light was swallowed, Song Changsheng stood up. He took out all the necessary materials and arranged them one by one.
Then he placed his Qiankun Bag on a shelf nearby. Looking at the Beauty Retention Pill that he hadn't yet given away, Song Changsheng whispered, “Mother, please forgive your unfilial child.”
After carefully placing the pill in a safe spot, he took a large gulp of spiritual wine, a look of determination in his eyes, and began cultivating the Inscribing Formations Upon the Body thod.
He first took out a bronze cauldron and refined all ten-plus spiritual herbs into a liquid state.
The first step of formation carving required him to refine these spiritual herb liquids into his body. This was a body-cultivation thod for body tempering that could rapidly enhance the body's strength.
Although this thod had very low risk, the entire process would be extrely painful, and once started, it could not be stopped. Even body cultivators rarely dared to use this thod.
Song Changsheng not only intended to use it but to use it for a full nine tis, because he was not a body cultivator. Only by doing so could he quickly elevate his physique to a strength comparable to a magical tool.
Only by reaching such strength could his physique bear formation patterns and beco the foundation of a grand formation.
“Gurgle gurgle.”
Refining the spiritual herbs into dicinal liquid was not difficult and was quickly completed. In an instant, the entire seclusion chamber was filled with the fragrant scent of spiritual herbs.
Song Changsheng poured these dicinal liquids into a prepared large vat. After adding a certain proportion of spiritual spring water, the dicinal liquid for the first body tempering was ready.
He stepped into it, completely naked, and began to absorb the dicinal liquid.
At first, it was fine; he only felt a warm sensation throughout his body. But as ti passed, his skin began to itch, as if countless ants were crawling over him.
He endured with all his might, but then waves of piercing pain followed. He finally couldn't help but cry out, trembling like a sieve.
However, he had no intention of retreating. Instead, he accelerated the absorption of the dicinal liquid. More intense pain surged like a tide. He clenched his teeth and persevered.
An hour later, the dicinal liquid was fully absorbed. Song Changsheng leaned against the edge of the vat, exhausted. He felt as if all the muscles in his body were twitching rhythmically, and the strength of every muscle fiber gradually increased with these twitches.
The effect was very significant, but the process was truly unfriendly.
After regaining his mobility, he rely took a brief mont to adjust before beginning to refine the second batch of spiritual herbs.
This ti, less water was added than before, the dicinal liquid ratio was higher, and the variety was richer, reaching twenty types.
Once again imrsing himself in the dicinal liquid, the familiar pain imdiately followed, but this ti it was far more intense than the first.
After absorbing this batch, Song Changsheng lay down for a full day before regaining his mobility.
He did not shrink back and continued to refine the spiritual herbs. This ti, there were twenty-five types…
(Chapter End)
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