I am grinding experience in another world

At the south of Antiquity City, the Imperial Goods Pavilion.

"The Heavenly River Water Mansion leaked and was completely flooded, and then I ended up here," Le Yang’an spread his hands.

Chen Mu suddenly recalled that when he was temporarily residing in the Heavenly River Water Mansion, he had encountered the Water Mansion’s gates leaking and collapsing.

That was a Water Mansion that had existed since ancient times, rumored to have been inhabited by a true dragon. He hadn’t expected it to vanish just like that.

Was it due to the changes in Earth Spirit Vital Energy?

He thought of Zhongshan Path and also of Jilong Mountain. Both had been tumultuous due to the changes in Earth Vein Spiritual Springs. One was destroyed, disappearing without a trace, and the other faced endless twists and turns.

Before he came to the Netherworld, Jilong Road had even started preparing ferries, planning to relocate to the neighboring Hai Province.

"How did Brother Chen get here?" Le Yang’an asked.

"Ah! Ran into a bunch of lunatics, and I got dragged into the water," Chen Mu waved his hand, shaking his head in frustration.

He still didn’t understand what those people saw in him, insisting on capturing him as a sacrifice.

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"How did you recognize me?" Chen Mu was quite concerned about this.

"According to the locals, anyone who can make it here must have some ability, so..." Le Yang’an shrugged.

"But after so many years, how can you still remember me?" He had practiced drawing for many years, initially making a living by drawing portraits and was skilled at remembering faces. Even so, it took him a moment before he could recall Le Yang’an.

"For premium clients, of course, you need to remember them more clearly."

"Otherwise, how could my Imperial Goods Pavilion have expanded from the Yang Realm to the Netherworld?" Le Yang’an laughed heartily.

"Hey! That’s really..." Chen Mu let out a laugh but agreed deep down.

Immediately afterward, Chen Mu began to ask this acquaintance for information about the Netherworld.

After chatting for quite a while, he indeed enlightened Chen Mu about many common mysteries and knowledge.

As they talked, they moved on to the subject of Ghost Pattern cultivation.

"The Flight of Flame Scripture, ah, that’s indeed difficult," Le Yang’an shook his head with a smile. "The main issue is controlling the flames, which can easily harm the foundation."

"If it’s so difficult to practice, could the Secret Technique have other mysteries?" Chen Mu was tenacious: "Like, could the Flight of Flame Scripture be a branch of some high-end marvelous method? Or does it reveal some profound secrets only at an advanced level?"

"I can only say... Brother Chen has quite the imagination."

Chen Mu’s face fell.

Indeed, he had fallen into a big pit. This was a discarded Secret Technique.

"With Brother Chen’s exceptional talent, perhaps you could really cultivate substantial Divine Skills," Le Yang’an teased with a smile. "Of course, before cultivating, eating more Jade Dew Pearls might help."

"Can Jade Dew Pearls reduce the difficulty of its cultivation?" Chen Mu’s eyes lit up.

"Hmm, they can let you burn a bit longer, buying time for you to use the River of Oblivion Water."

Chen Mu: "..."

Click!

The more he heard, the more dangerous the Secret Technique seemed.

"What exactly is Divine Ghost Pattern? Why is it so troublesome?" Chen Mu was a bit annoyed.

"Brother Chen is a Qi Cultivator; you must surely know what Daoist Foundation is," Le Yang’an said with a smile.

"I don’t know," Chen Mu shook his head honestly.

He only knew that after Condensing Aperture, he should use Primordial Energy for Yin Yang Refining, which he heard was to turn the Divine Orifice into a River Chariot, followed by the Daoist Foundation.

But he really didn’t know what Daoist Foundation actually was.

Le Yang’an was taken aback, with a strange look in his eyes. As a Qi Cultivator, he was so indifferent to his own cultivation path?

"Hmm, it seems Brother Chen is more practical, focusing only on present cultivation. Being down-to-earth is good; that’s how to go far."

Down-to-earth, practical?

Is it not because I lack knowledge?

"Right, that’s exactly what I was thinking!" Chen Mu shamelessly admitted.

Le Yang’an smiled, then patiently explained, "Daoist Foundation is the foundation for achieving Dao, the seed of the Primordial Spirit."

"Only by forming the Daoist Foundation is there a possibility of nurturing a Primordial Spirit."

"Divine Ghost Pattern, also known as Ghost Pattern Talisman Seed, is the Daoist Foundation of Yin Spirits, both the seed and the root."

"With this foundation, you can blossom and bear fruit."

Chen Mu finally understood, yet he felt helpless. If he wanted to cultivate Yin Spirit Power, he couldn’t avoid this hurdle. Even if the Flight of Flame Scripture was useless, he still had to practice it.

"Boss Le, do you know how to return to life?"

"Simple, go to the Bridge of Helplessness," said Le Yang’an cheerfully.

Chen Mu immediately rolled his eyes.

I’m not dead, I don’t need reincarnation, why the hell would I go to the Bridge of Helplessness.

...

On the second floor of the White Crane Teahouse, within a small compartment by the street.

Zhang Wuqing gazed at the pedestrians below without a focus in his eyes, his mind still pondering the scene of that person’s disappearance from the day before.

"Divine Skills! It must be Divine Skills!"

"Without intentional cultivation, already beginning to awaken Divine Skills, what exceptional talent..." He shook his head: "I shouldn’t keep thinking about this."

If such a person were to join the large camp north of the city, they might become a significant figure among the Yin Soldiers in the future, entangling endlessly, potentially bringing great trouble.

He popped a Moon Beet Pearl into his mouth, watching the pedestrians below in silence, waiting.

Before long, Niu Sanmiao walked into the compartment with a sour face.

"What’s wrong?" Zhang Wuqing was surprised.

"This time, I only managed to pick up three people," Niu Sanmiao said with a dark expression.

"Lost again?" Zhang Wuqing’s face was full of sympathy.

Thinking of the last loss, Niu Sanmiao felt even more heartache, "Have those people shown any strange behaviors?"

"Everything is as usual." Zhang Wuqing shook his head.

A figure with a shockingly red flower on their head flashed across his mind, but he did not voice it.

"I think, you might have really encountered some peculiar demon."

Impossible!

Over the past two months, Niu Sanmiao had been constantly reflecting on that day, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was amiss.

"So, what do you plan to do? After all, those people are behaving very honestly," Zhang Wuqing spread his hands.

Upon hearing this, Niu Sanmiao’s expression darkened, "Then let’s not keep an eye on them anymore."

"Alright then." Zhang Wuqing felt somewhat disappointed—he had hoped to earn a bit more.

Then he saw the other party handing over a grey cloth bag.

"I want to ask Fifth Brother to alter the registration information of those people."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Wuqing furrowed his brows slightly.

"Just change their time of arrival at Antiquity City to ten years ago," Niu Sanmiao chuckled.

Zhang Wuqing’s eyebrows raised, "Is the City Lord Mansion planning to deploy troops soon?"

"Change of residency duration? Are you planning to use the conscription power of the Northern Great Camp to forcibly conscript them all into the Auxiliary Soldier Camp?"

"Joining the military campaign, life or death will be uncertain..." Zhang Wuqing shook his head but skillfully slipped the grey cloth bag into his sleeve.

"If I don’t do something, there will always be a thorn in my side," Niu Sanmiao said with a calm demeanor. "Losing some money is one thing, but if this becomes an obsession, it might hinder my condensing of divine skills."

"Being sent to the Auxiliary Soldier Camp and joining the army on a campaign, whether they live or die is up to fate. That would set my mind at ease."

Zhang Wuqing relaxed his shoulders, "As you wish, you’re the one who paid for it." @@novelbin@@

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Two days later.

In the small courtyard in Moonburge Forest south of the city, Chen Mu sat in front of a stone table softly chanting from the ’Flight of Flame Scripture’.

The contents of the scripture were hollow and not very useful; he only needed to recite the entire scripture. Like the Dew Harvesting Spell, with practiced chanting and changes in rhythm and intonation, it could become a cryptic ’Curse Command’.

As he chanted with varying cadences, Chen Mu suddenly felt a surge in his heart.

He stared at his right index finger.

Pop!

A flame the size of a melon seed abruptly emerged from the tip of his finger.

The flame, black with traces of scarlet, burned silently and steadily.

Chen Mu held a White Jade Gourd filled with River of Oblivion Water in his left hand, watching the flame carefully as he controlled it. However, after quite some time, he detected no abnormalities.

"It seems... there’s no difficulty." "

"Could it be that this Secret Technique is particularly compatible with me?" a surge of elation crossed Chen Mu’s mind.

However, that momentary emotional fluctuation caused the black flame to explode violently. Spreading quickly along his finger, flesh, skin, and bone turned into black smoke without any warning.

By the time Chen Mu realized what was happening, the flame had already reached the base of his finger, threatening to spread across his entire palm.

He immediately poured the River of Oblivion Water over his hand.

Sss!

It was as if raw meat was placed on a red-hot iron plate, with billowing smoke. Intense pain assaulted him, and his body’s muscles involuntarily spasmed.

Chen Mu clenched his teeth, enduring the pain, continuously pouring the River of Oblivion Water onto his palm.

After a while, the black flame was finally extinguished.

By this time, his right index finger and half his palm were gone, and the whole hand was corroded from the water, skin split and flesh burst open.

Chen Mu’s face looked grave; he hadn’t expected such a disastrous result from just one attempt!

Having cultivated for over ten years and seen life and death, he still found his maimed right hand to be incredibly difficult to bear.

Just then, more than half of the Yin Spirit Divine Power inside his body dissipated abruptly.

The next moment, the bones and muscles of his right hand began rapidly growing and reconstructing until, right before his eyes, they completely regenerated.

A shiver ran through Chen Mu, and he immediately lifted his right hand to examine it closely.

However, after a long look, his palm seemed exactly as it was before, even the slight roughness on his index finger was perfectly reproduced!

"This almost time-reversal-like regeneration of flesh and blood…"

"Is it an ability unique to the True Form of the Heavenly Demon or something all Yin Spirits possess?" Chen Mu wondered with astonishment.

"Was that sudden disappearance of Yin Spirit Divine Power the price of repair?"

"But if this time the injury to my limb were too severe or if my body lacked sufficient Yin Spirit Divine Power..."

A chill lingered in Chen Mu’s heart; he guessed the outcome would have been grim.

"No wonder they’re not optimistic about the ’Flight of Flame Scripture.’"

Chen Mu then glanced at the grey wall in front of him.

Flight of Flame Scripture: 14/10000;

"I really shouldn’t have had too many expectations."

The Flight of Flame Scripture only had one stage, indicating it was just a simple Secret Technique; indeed it was unlikely to contain any unknown mysteries.

"Never mind, let’s max out the scripture and see what happens then."