I am grinding experience in another world

In the Pingtofang district of Feng’an City, within a seemingly ordinary residence.

The main hall’s living room was empty, save for an altar table placed right against the wall facing the entrance. Wisps of blue smoke curled from the incense burner on it, while a small, arm-high clay-painted figure stood in the center of the altar table.

A bearded middle-aged man stood erect beside it, while another middle-aged man with a goatee knelt on a cushion in front of the table.

This man held four sticks of incense, bowing respectfully to the figure. With each bow, a fine wisp of smoke flew out of the incense burner, shooting towards the figure like an arrow.

With each penetration, the figure shrank a little, and in just a short while, it had already shortened by a finger’s breadth.

The smiling goateed man was about to continue bowing when the clay figure suddenly erupted with an invisible force.

The goateed man suddenly felt as though his heart had been seized. A pain struck his chest, and his body stiffened.

The next moment.

Roar!

A violent, furious roar exploded right next to his ear.

Bang!

The painted figure burst apart, and its invisible force surged.

Struck as though by a battering ram, the goateed man’s chest caved in violently, and he was knocked backward onto the floor with a thud. The green brick flooring beneath him shattered into pieces, spreading out like a spider web.

The bearded middle-aged man’s complexion changed, and he immediately stepped forward, feeding the goateed man several types of Precious Medicine Decoctions. After a while, the goateed man regained consciousness and slowly opened his eyes.

"How could the ’Concentrated Heart Nine Arrows’ invocation backfire?" asked the bearded man with a grave expression. "Was there not enough for the sacrifice, or was the qi flow inaccurate?"

The goateed man shook his head. "That Lu Da probably has some kind of protective Magic Artifact."

"It seems we’ll have to resort to close-range assassination," the bearded man frowned.

"With Thousand Blade Camp lurking around Ningyun Square for protection, going there would be suicide."

"Lu Da also seems to have changed his ways, hiding at home without stepping out for three or four months."

"If we really want close-range assassination, when will we get the chance?" lamented the goateed man.

"Qingyang City Secret Spy Bureau has already assigned us the assassination mission; we have no way out," the bearded man’s face was equally grim.

I thought it was an easy job, never expected the target would resist the Cursing Secret Technique, troublesome indeed.

"Let’s prepare more thoroughly. As soon as he shows his face, we’ll strike immediately and aim for a one-hit kill."

...

Thousand Lanterns City.

Ten Soul-Attracting Lamps hung in the air, illuminating the dark space brightly.

Three thousand Yin Soldiers were linked by the Mountain-Carrying Scripture into a cohesive unit, with black mist rising. The wooden building where Chen Mu was located seemed like an island surrounded by dark clouds.

On the third-floor balcony, Chen Mu sat cross-legged on a soft couch. Vast amounts of Yin Spirit Divine Power were drawn towards him, being refined by the Five Dragons Scripture Spell then disappearing into the void behind him.

At that moment.

"Roar..."

A spirited roar thundered, and five grey-white clouds appeared in midair by the wooden building.

Each cloud was as large as a three- or four-story building, undulating and transforming, with the vague shape of a dragon with antlers and a serpentine body. Experience tales at NovelBin.Côm

Alongside their roars and clawing gestures, an intangible force of intimidation rippled outward in all directions.

Boom!

The Mountain-Carrying Scripture broke off, and the Yin Wind and dark clouds immediately dissipated, revealing Yin Soldiers with pale faces.

Feeling the oppressiveness as if standing at the foot of a vast cliff looking upward, the Yin Spirits looked at Chen Mu with even greater reverence.

Achoo!

Atop the wooden building, Chen Mu sneezed without warning. He rubbed his nose, puzzled, and looked towards the half-air Five Dragon Dharma Body, which was baring its teeth and brandishing its claws.

Who’s cursing me?

Impossible, right?

I’m a good person, after all. Are good people still getting cursed? It’s tough...

Chen Mu hummed twice, deciding not to think too much about it. He turned to rein in the overflowing qi flow of the Five Dragon Dharma Body and looked on with satisfaction.

A grey wall naturally emerged before his eyes.

Five Dragons Scripture: 1331/10000/Third Rank;

"What a Secret Technique."

"Just a bit too costly to use."

The Five Dragon Dharma Body is comparable to a Divine Fetus; the key lies in the True Intent of the Celestial Demon Candle Dragon. Similar to the concept of a True Meaning Talisman for a Secret Technique, it successfully simulates the innate qi flow of the Celestial Demon Candle Dragon, which is why it possesses such inconceivable powers.

But the True Intent is too domineering. Ordinary Yin Spirit Divine Power cannot bear it, and only through refined transformation into Third Rank Yin Yuan Force can the True Intent be constructed.

It could take a hundred strands of Yin Spirit Divine Power to refine into just one strand of Third Rank Yin Yuan Force. To perfectly refine the True Intent, a vast amount of Yin Spirit Divine Power is necessary.

"Lucky for me, I have the Mountain-Carrying Scripture, and the three thousand Yin Soldiers provided by Lü Liang to aid me."

Any ordinary Yin Spirit attempting this would have to exhaust their core, offering Divine Power in a manner that drained the pond to catch the fish. Moreover, the True Intent of the Celestial Demon Candle Dragon is difficult to comprehend; even a slight mistake means starting over, leading to even more time and effort spent. Worse yet, if one isn’t careful, they might deplete themselves before accomplishing the Five Dragon Dharma Body.

"Others would definitely get trapped to death."

"I wonder where Lü Liang found it. Was he conned by someone, or did he specifically find this Secret Technique to con me?"

"Hmm, it shouldn’t be the case; otherwise, he wouldn’t have willingly given me these three thousand Yin Soldiers."

"Such a pity, even with the assistance of three thousand Yin Soldiers, this is the most I can achieve."

By reaching the Third Rank, the foundation of the True Intent is essentially solidified. To advance further, one must either pour in more Third Rank Yin Yuan Force, causing a quantitative change to lead to a qualitative one, or infuse the Spirit Mechanism of gods and demons to pervade and strengthen the Dharma Aspect, enhancing its power.

"To hunt for the Spirit Mechanism of monsters in the Nether Demon Heaven for a Secret Technique?"

"Unless I’m crazy," Chen Mu scoffed. "I might as well accumulate it slowly over time."

After a brief contemplation, he dismissed further thoughts and began the day’s Transmission Secret Method.

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As the thought passed, the three thousand Yin Soldiers surrounding the wooden tower were once again linked into one by the Mountain-Carrying Scripture, with massive amounts of Yin Spirit Divine Power rising into the air. Accompanied by trembling, distortion, and contraction, they turned into bundles of silver threads, flickering like dense clusters of stars.

The next moment, as if summoned, the bundles of silver threads all flew towards Chen Mu’s forehead, eagerly burrowing into the empty space in front of it.

"There must be more than twenty thousand people implanted with the Heavenly Demon Spirit Seed!" Chen Mu couldn’t help but widen his eyes as he felt the shared sensations that were still being triggered relentlessly.

"There might even be forty or fifty thousand!"

"They promised twenty thousand, but they’ve gone and doubled it?"

"Lü Liang is not playing fair..." Chen Mu grumbled with a sour face.

"I should never have told Lü Liang the Heavenly Demon Curse."

As long as someone recited the Curse Words, the Heavenly Demon Spirit Seed would automatically appear, beyond his control. Once it spread, there would really be no end to it.

"Do they really see me as a free experience pack?"

"I don’t want to rest at all!"

"After transmitting this wave, I’m not doing it anymore, no matter what."

"I want a feast, I want to go to the night revelry!"

...

In a corner on the third floor of the night revelry in Feng’an City, Hu Mang was sitting opposite a round-faced man with a scruffy beard and a flattering smile. A black-skinned scripture lay in front of him.

"Commander, and you two gentlemen, you see..." The round-faced man’s smile masked his eyes, which were cautiously exploring.

"It’s fine, keep reading..." Wen Han grinned, showing his teeth.

"I’ve read it ten times a day, for two months already; do I still have to read it?" Shen Bu, the round-faced man, showed his reluctance.

"That old madam is no kind ghost. She said if I dared to slack off again, she would make me serve her in her bedroom!"

"Gentlemen, can we put off this reading for a while?"

"Don’t worry, I’ve already paid the madam," Zhang Er said with a smile, assuring, "You can stay in this room all night."

Shen Bu’s face showed horror as his eyes widened.

Here? In this night haunt? You’re paying to let a grown man stay all night with three other men?

My...my...innocence!

"Gentlemen, can’t you bother someone else?" Shen Bu pleaded with a look of grievance.

"No exchange, who else knows how to use the Ground Shrinking Technique like you?" Wen Han sympathized.

"Read, quickly!" Hu Mang said through gritted teeth, full of resentment.

He didn’t care about reputation; he just wanted to plant the Heavenly Demon Spirit Seed in this guy.

Why did he himself get caught after reading the Longevity Scripture just once, while this guy has chanted it hundreds of times without a hitch?

Am I just unlucky?

Nonsense!

"If you can’t make anything of it today, humph..." Hu Mang spoke coldly.

Zhang Er cooperated, wiping off his smile to reveal a chilling expression: "There are two options, either read or die, the choice is yours."

Shen Bu: "..."

These three big men came to the night haunt not for the female ghosts, but to watch me read?

This is too damn unfair to ghosts!

I won’t accept it!

He glared fiercely at the three men and then... he flipped open the black-skinned scripture.

"The Eastern Emperor speaks of immortality..."

...

On the streets of West Market in Feng’an City,

Chen Mu, who had just reluctantly returned the three thousand Yin Soldiers, felt light as a feather.

His Five Dragons Scripture had reached a bottleneck, and Yin Spirit Divine Power was of no use for the moment. The Divine Fetus was a bottomless pit, and even with the acceleration from three thousand Yin Soldiers, there seemed to be no end in sight.

Thus, there was no need to keep the Yin Soldiers.

Plus, as long as he kept them, he would have to transmit the secret techniques. In these four months, he had already transmitted plenty.

"If they want to learn, they can practice by themselves under the celestial dome of stars."

"They need to learn self-reliance." Chen Mu thought happily, his face relaxed.

In the evening, against the dim glow of the sunset, Chen Mu blended into the bustling street like a denizen of the night, silently glancing this way and that as he made his way to the Changle Tower.

After a satisfying meal and drink, he stood up to leave, and then, with practiced ease, he changed his face and slipped into the midst of the nightlife.

The faint light from the Soul-Attracting Lamps in the night revelry cast a hazy glow, and the blend of music and noise was intoxicating. Chen Mu, who had been cooped up in Thousand Lanterns City for over four months, couldn’t help but immerse himself in it.

But just out of his line of sight, a middle-aged man in short grey clothes and with a long beard appeared, carrying a tea tray. He moved stealthily in the shadow of the lamp light, approaching Chen Mu from behind just like any ordinary waiter would.

And on the other side, the round-faced Shen Bu, also holding a tea tray, approached Chen Mu just as naturally.

Just as Chen Mu was engrossed in the dance of a female ghost, his ears twitched, and he suddenly came to his senses.

In the next instant, he whipped around...

Turning his gaze to the Madam with fiercely knitted brows.

Quickly adopting Mo Wuzhou’s face, he spoke out with a smile, "I’m here to freeload again, what are you gonna do about it!"

The middle-aged man with the long beard, who had suddenly stopped in his tracks: "..."

Shen Bu, who was scared stiff: "..."

Damn it, are you crazy!

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