Cultivation : I'm an Ancient Giant Bear-Chapter 372 - 351: Nameless Springhead

"Get lost, look carefully, this is the fourth Ninth-Grade Vassal of our Dog Bear Ridge, don’t be slack!"

Big Macaque shouted, and the monkeys around quickly squeaked and ran away, quite obediently.

At this moment, Big Macaque grinned at Wang Wu and said, "Brother Er Gou, don’t worry, take it step by step, I have faith in you. For now, let’s get acquainted. I am the Ninth-Grade Sealed Lord of Dog Bear Ridge. Although I’m the smallest Sealed Lord, I’m a Lord and you’re a vassal, there’s a difference, you know!"

"So, even though I won’t interfere with what you do, the things I ask you to do, you must do them well. If you understand, nod your head. Ah, Brother Er Gou seems so astute."

"Big Macaque, are we having Red Cooked Carp for dinner tonight?"

At this moment, a gruff voice came over, and an untidy, disheveled, and drunken old man came quickly riding a sword and crashed to the ground. It turned out to be a person!

"Haha! Brother Er Gou, don’t worry, this is the second-ranked Ninth-Grade Vassal of our Dog Bear Ridge, his name is Zhou Jun. You saw that village and town area earlier; it’s his fief. Besides him, we have two more Ninth-Grade Vassals, one is Master Mu, but he’s in seclusion, and we won’t see him for three to five years."

"The other one is a member of my family, called Jia Ding Monkey. It’s in charge of fetching water from 800 miles away. This Dog Bear Ridge has a 300-mile radius, all the plants and creatures, people, and horses rely on taking turns fetching water to survive. If not, wouldn’t we say the West River Water Race is really lacking in virtue? It’s been three years without rain, practically taking our lives!"

Big Macaque rambled on, then gave Zhou Jun, who was still laying on the ground, a hard kick, "Don’t just idly waste your days; I had to go through much trouble to trick and swindle a member of the Water Race, so help out properly."

In response, Old Zhou groaned a couple of times and rolled his eyes, "Screw you, Big Macaque, what about the ten months of Spiritual Qi salary you owe me? Today you either give me my Qi salary or let me stew the Big Carp. We can eat red-cooked fish together, sip small white wine, enjoy the present, and let tomorrow worry about itself!"

"Old Zhou! Stop complaining, solve the problem if there’s one. Your negative attitude makes me distrustful of you. I’ll advance you a month’s worth; come help quickly." Big Macaque wore an old stern look, surprisingly negotiating the terms, how fantastical!

Wang Wu wasn’t too surprised. The reason is simple: both Big Macaque and Old Zhou practice Demon Pill and Spirit Pill cultivation. Nowadays, as the Spirit Net spreads everywhere, doing so is like going against the tide!

They’re bound to be ridiculed as Old Dengs.

Cultivating Demon and Spirit Pills is truly a bottomless pit.

Another reason is, since the King of Xijiang and the Mountain Master of Muyang are close to tearing each other apart, think about it, Big Macaque’s Dog Bear Ridge is right next to Xijiang... Well, it’s actually a tributary of Xijiang. Here, the land is flat, with no natural defenses, when the flood comes, it would silently engulf everything, clearly not a strategic location, right?

It’s an area to be abandoned sooner or later; the higher-ups have no surplus grain in their pockets!

"Really?"

Old Zhou feebly got up; surprisingly, he stopped bargaining.

"Really, my word as Big Macaque is as good as a nail, when did you ever see me speak without reservation? Hurry up, Brother Er Gou must be getting anxious!"

"Give me the Qi first!" Old Zhou still didn’t trust Big Macaque’s character.

"Damn!"

Big Macaque cursed, pulled out a gourd similar to a Spiritual Essence Gourd, and carefully poured out a drop of Spirit Liquid, which Old Zhou immediately caught with a small gourd.

Wang Wu estimated from the side that this little drop of Spirit Liquid was worth ten thousand points of Spiritual Qi, is this really a month’s salary? That’s quite enlightening.

After receiving the Spirit Liquid, Old Zhou sobered up a bit, took a few glances forward, then asked, "How many years of cultivation does it have?"

"One year."

"Only one year?" Old Zhou was very surprised.

But Big Macaque hadn’t finished yet, "To be precise, it only has nine days of cultivation. Nine days ago, it was brought out of the Gray Mist Zone by Yu the Second. But as you know, it is indeed a descendant of the King of Xijiang, and perhaps even the son of the King of Xijiang, so it has limitless potential."

"Pfft, only nine days of cultivation, and that’s worth you, Big Macaque, offending the West River Water Race? Aren’t you afraid of retribution later?"

"What do I have to be afraid of, things are already this way? Being a Ninth-Grade Sealed Lord, there’s nowhere else to go except the battlefield. Rather than suffering here, it’s better to be straightforward!"

"Besides, I bet the King of Xijiang still can’t cross the First-Grade Dragon Gate this time!" Big Macaque suddenly chuckled mischievously.

Old Zhou just sighed helplessly.

"Big Macaque, you’re even crazier than me. Oh well, I want to see what quality this Little Carp is. Hey, do you understand what we’re saying?"

Finally, it was Wang Wu’s turn. He nodded repeatedly in the water sphere.

"Oh, not bad, this spiritual intelligence is quite well developed, tut-tut, let me see, oh my, the Qi Blood is quite rich, this is a great tonic, Big Macaque, why don’t we just kill it and make red-cooked fish, or steaming would work too!"

"Shut up, look at the Golden Seal on its back, you dare eat a Vassal? Courting death?"

"Oh damn, it really is a Ninth-Grade Vassal. Okay, Brother Er Gou, just consider the old man was rambling, hmm, now you have two paths to choose from..."

Old Zhou was shaking his head, but Big Macaque directly interrupted, "What two paths, just take the path of cultivating Demon Pill, albeit slow, it’s practical. Plus, taking the path of strong Qi Blood, we don’t have many conditions; do you think maintaining this water sphere doesn’t require Spiritual Qi?"

"Good! Then take the path of cultivating Demon Pill. Brother Er Gou, it seems you’ve not been short of Spirit Fruit and Spirit Grass recently, which makes your Qi Blood particularly strong. Now I will teach you a Magic Gate; you need to follow this method. First, use your heartbeat as a medium, breathing as the lead, step by step mobilizing your Blood Qi, condensing it in your heart, forming a vortex, then dispersing it to your limbs and bones, thus a cycle, and then condense it back in your heart, this completes a Circulation."

"Now, watch as the old man gives you a hand with Golden Needles! Go!"

As he spoke, five Golden Needles were inserted, and they were quite accurately placed.

Wang Wu couldn’t ask for more; what he needed was such a proper and legitimate way to clear his name.

Ignoring Old Zhou’s constant nagging outside as he guided with Spiritual Qi using needles, Wang Wu directly activated the Earth Demon Thirty-Six Transformations internally, making essential adjustments. In about half an hour, he completed the ’First Circulation’ of Blood Qi.

This left Old Zhou utterly stunned.

"Tsk tsk, Big Macaque, you’ve really found a treasure this time. Entering the path this quickly, good! Good! It looks like Bear Ridge has a chance to rise again."

At this moment, while Old Zhou continued to assist in guiding, Wang Wu didn’t dare to overextend; he simply ran the process repeatedly.

From morning till evening, his Blood Qi successfully completed twenty-four circulations, which was astonishingly fast.

Taking this opportunity, Wang Wu gradually reduced his originally twelve-meter-long body to nine meters!

Previously, his flourishing Qi Blood was external; now, to cultivate a Demon Pill, his Qi Blood would no longer manifest externally but would grow internally within the Demon Pill.

This is the proper path.

That other method, which forbade cultivating a Demon Pill, focusing solely on strengthening the physique, excessively boosting Qi Blood, and relying on the Spirit Net, was simply inexplicable.

In this way, Wang Wu took three days to finally reduce his body to one meter in length, and he indeed cultivated a Ninth-Grade ’Demon Pill’!

At this step, although he still couldn’t transform into a human shape, he could speak with human words and communicate normally.

Yet, on this same day, the water ball formed by Big Macaque using Daoist Technique finally couldn’t hold up, burst with a splash, and flooded half the valley.

Simultaneously, the sky outside suddenly filled with dark clouds, as if it was about to rain.

However, the dark cloud area wasn’t large, only covering a few dozen kilometers in radius, and behind the clouds, there was a monkey holding a flame whip. Each time the whip lashed out, flames several kilometers long swept out.

It looked as if it was herding sheep.

And indeed, this was how the vast dark clouds were driven over.

So, this is how to guide water.

Wang Wu looked more closely and saw that within those dark clouds, there were countless ice crystals, and within the ice crystals, there was an ice-sealed divine talisman, so that’s how it was.

The ice-sealed divine talisman could absorb water vapor from hundreds of miles around, condensing it into dark clouds, then circle with the blaze to form a hot-and-cold airflow—what ingenuity!

But this ice-sealed divine talisman must be quite costly, and forming hot air with a flame whip expends a lot of Spiritual Qi.

At this moment, Big Macaque and Old Zhou flew into the sky, helping to drive the clouds. As soon as a certain amount of rain descended in one area, they quickly drove the clouds to other regions.

It was quite bizarre.

However, if one looked beyond a hundred miles at the watchful Yu the Second, it was clear managing water to make it rain was incredibly challenging.

In the future, this task would likely fall on him.

Thinking of this, Wang Wu spat out the small gray seal from his mouth, and he saw that the spiritual light emitted by the seal merged with the gray spiritual light of the local spring, while a faint gray spiritual light expanded outward.

In the end, it expanded the spring’s watershed to about nineteen hundred square meters. Yes, this was his fief.

Wang Wu sensed beneath the spring, seeing that this spring was a branch of a branch of a branch of an underground water vein flowing from the western mountains.

But near the direction of the big river to the east, there was an unmistakable golden shimmering water-banning divine talisman directly intercepting the river flow of the entire Xijiang Basin.

Quite impressive.

Wang Wu took a glance and didn’t plan much; for now, he should first establish his identity and then proceed gradually.

Oh?

Just then, he had a sudden thought. The spiritual light emitted by the small gray seal seemed to merge into an even vaster, mightier network that was invisible to the naked eye, but his Level 15 Spirit Essence could perceive it clearly.

Wow, what an enormous Spirit Net, sprawling like an infinite nebula, extending a thousand meters above, containing an unfathomable amount of Spiritual Qi stored within.

Under normal circumstances, such an immense quantity of Spiritual Qi would have turned this world into a place where everyone was a little superhero, with all insects and beasts becoming Little Demons.

But now this endless Spiritual Qi was restrained by an incomprehensible, unimaginable force that required the correct secret key to access the Spirit Net.

Almost like needing a phone and paying phone bills to access the internet.

Is this the work of Immortal beings?