Section 2: Natal Magic Weapon

Seeing this situation, Xiaopang was not surprised, because he had already checked the relevant classics and knew that only treasures that could automatically absorb essence and blood could be refined into a life magic weapon, and treasures without this ability were either not of sufficient grade, or they already had an owner and could not be refined. In other words, since it can absorb its own essence blood, it proves that it can indeed be refined into a life magic weapon.

Under the joy of the little fat, he didn't care about bandaging his wounds, so he hurriedly held the beads and gathered the innate aura of his body for refining work. As Song Zhong's aura slowly poured into the beads, Song Zhong felt as if he had established an inexplicable connection with it.

Two hours later, Song Zhong opened his eyes again, and the beads in his hand were gone. But he was in no hurry. Because he could clearly feel that that thing had infiltrated his dantian and officially merged with him.

As soon as Song Zhong's heart moved, black beads immediately appeared above his palm, slowly spinning, and his appearance did not change at all. Chubby was frustrated to find that he hadn't figured out how to use it.

In desperation, Song Zhong had no choice but to probe his divine thoughts into it. However, when Chubby's divine thoughts came into contact with the beads, Song Zhong suddenly felt a blur in his mind, and the next moment, he was surprised to find that he had come to a strange space.

It's not big, it's just a square circle, surrounded by a standard spherical shape, with a little glimmer above, some fine particles like stars glowing, and the ground under your feet is a few feet of loess in diameter, and in the middle is a black earth two feet in diameter.

Chubby stood in this space, feeling extremely disappointed. There are no exotic treasures here, not even any aura, and it is not suitable for cultivation at all. The only conspicuous thing was the black soil, Song Zhong grabbed it and looked at it, but he didn't find anything unusual except for the color, and there was no aura at all.

The joke is too big!" Chubby thought with a depressed wry smile, "I'm afraid this is a space item that people make casually, and it's just because it's too rubbish." But unexpectedly, my father and mother picked it up as a treasure, and by the way, they played me a trick! I actually refined such a garbage as my only natal magic weapon! Am I so weak?"

In fact, it's no wonder that Xiaopang is frustrated, and one of the most ordinary space bags is almost one or two zhang square, which is almost the same as Song Zhong's space. In other words, Xiaopang used the most ordinary and garbage space bag in the cultivation realm as his natal magic weapon, and of course he would be depressed.

"Alas, it's better to have a space bag than nothing!" At this point, Xiao Pang had no choice but to comfort himself, "At least one of the most rubbish space bags is worth a lot of spirit stones, and with my current ability, I can't afford it for a lifetime!"

Although Xiaopang comforted himself like this, after ten years of anticipation and hard work for more than eight hours a day, he finally ended up like this, and suddenly cut off the end of the path of cultivation, which still made him feel a huge blow. So much so that he had no intention of continuing to cultivate, but fell directly into bed and fell asleep.

When Chubby woke up the next day, he was surprised to find that it was already dusk, and he had slept all day because of this blow, and he didn't even have time to eat lunch.

Although he has cut off the path of cultivation, Xiaopang has no plans to commit suicide, and he still has to insist on living. And if he wants to live, he can't give up this job of picking up garbage. Therefore, even if he is hungry now, he can't go to eat right away, but must complete his task first, otherwise, he will definitely use this excuse to drive himself down the mountain.

Therefore, even though Xiaopang was physically and mentally exhausted now, he could only get up immediately and hurriedly rush to the Lian Fu Hall. After hurrying to the Lianfu Hall, Xiaopang suddenly remembered that he had forgotten one thing, that is, bringing an empty basket.

Because according to the process, he has to leave the empty basket and take the garbage away, otherwise, he will have to take out the garbage and return the empty basket, in that case, he will have to run one more trip, and one round trip will be hundreds of miles! If you add the other two halls, you will have to run an extra 300 miles. In this way, I am afraid that by the time he finishes his work, it will be dark, and there will definitely be no leftovers in the canteen.

Xiao Pang didn't want to continue to starve after running for hundreds of miles, so in a hurry, he suddenly remembered the natal magic weapon he had just refined. In any case, the space for that bead is not small, and it is no problem to hold ten baskets of garbage.

Thinking of this, Chubby's eyes lit up, and he immediately tried to pick up a basket of garbage full of discarded charms, and with a thought, the basket of garbage disappeared instantly. With the special induction of the natal magic weapon, Song Zhong immediately noticed that the garbage basket had entered that space.

'Haha, there's a door!' Seeing this, Xiaopang immediately came to his natal magic weapon excitedly, and then dumped the garbage on the ground casually, and went out with the empty basket.

After sending the two baskets of garbage into the natal magic weapon, Xiaopang left the Lian Fu Hall and went straight to the Lian Dan Hall. When he was on the road, Chubby secretly thought to himself that although this natal magic weapon was a little useless, it was still somewhat useful. In the past, I had to go back and forth between the gutter and the three halls three times, but with it, I only had to put all the garbage in the three halls and go to the gutter again. That saved me at least hundreds of miles.

Thinking about it, Xiaopang finished running three halls, and at this time it was already dark, and according to the process, he should have gone to the gutter to take out the garbage first. However, if you go to the gutter again at this time, I am afraid that there will be no food. Anyway, Chubby's job is just to clean up the garbage in the three halls, and now that the task has been completed, it doesn't matter if you go to the gutter for a while, no one will care about this.

Therefore, after leaving the refining hall, Xiaopang did not go to the gutter, but hurriedly ran to the cafeteria. Just in time for the last bit of leftovers left for him by a buddy. After being hungry for a day, Chubby devoured it for a while, and then killed all the leftovers. Since he was too hungry, he ate a little bit, and after running so many roads, his body was also a little tired. Chubby thought about it, and finally didn't go to the gutter, but said goodbye to that buddy and went back to his cabin to rest. Anyway, the garbage is all disposed of, so it doesn't matter if you spend more time with the natal magic weapon.

After returning to his dilapidated hut, Chubby meditated again according to his old habits. Half an hour passed, and Xiaopang recovered his innate aura and was in much better spirits.

If he had followed Song Zhong's usual habits, he would have started cultivating directly. But now that he knew that his cultivation was hopeless, where was he still meditating? But after such a leisure, he didn't know how to get rid of his loneliness. Ten years of lonely penance had already made him an isolated person, with few friends at all, not even a pet. So much so that now I can't find something to talk to.

In the boredom, Chubby remembered his natal magic weapon again, is that thing really garbage? Could it be that his parents were really deceived by a piece of garbage? Could it be that my whole life was ruined like this? Am I destined to be bullied forever? Every time I think of this, Chubby feels extremely unwilling.

No, I'll have to take a look at it again, maybe there's something good hidden inside, but I haven't found it! Thinking of this, Chubby's heart moved, and his body reappeared in that space.

As soon as Xiao Pang appeared, he immediately felt a rushing aura, although the concentration of aura was not very high, and it was not even as strong as the aura of the hut where he lived outside, but it was indeed an aura.

Wait, aura! After Song Zhong felt the aura, his heart was suddenly shocked, because the last time he came, he obviously couldn't feel any aura, not even the slightest! Why is it that in just one day, there is aura in it? Could it be that aura can be automatically generated here?

Thinking of this, Chubby hurriedly meditated cross-legged, and then released his divine sense to carefully observe this strange space. Since this is where Song Zhong's natal magic weapon is located, and he has the same heart as Xiaopang, for Song Zhong, everything here is under control, and he can even let his divine consciousness enter the land here at will and feel the innermost changes.

Under the investigation of Xiaopang, the true face of this space gradually appeared in front of Xiaopang. It turned out that this space was actually a standard spherical shape, a little more than a zhang in diameter, one-third of which was soil, and the weird black soil in the middle was a column, two feet in diameter and about three feet high.

The aura of the entire space was permeated, and after the little fat divine sense swept through, he soon found that the aura was actually emanating from the black soil in the middle.

After finding the source, Chubby immediately woke up and opened his eyes. I found that the black soil in the middle had been completely covered by the garbage I had thrown away. Now that you know that black soil is a treasure that can exude aura, where does Chubby allow it to be covered with garbage?

Without saying a word, he hurriedly ran over and pulled the garbage aside, revealing the essence of the black soil. Scanned it with his divine sense again, and found that there were several sources of aura emitted under the black soil. Song Zhong was excited, reached into the black soil and grabbed it, and immediately felt that he had touched a kind of cotton, slippery thing.

Xiaopang suddenly felt happy in his heart, and said in his heart, haha, it turns out that there is really a baby, look where you are running this time!

Thinking of this, he hurriedly exerted his strength in his hand and pulled the thing out with one hand, but Song Zhong took a closer look and was immediately dumbfounded. It turned out that the treasure in his hand was just a broken spell that had been used.

Charms are commonly used props by cultivators, and they can be used to directly release powerful spells, eliminating the intermediate spell casting process, which is very convenient. Therefore, almost everyone who cultivates the truth brings it. After the spell was used, although most of the spiritual power had been released, a small part still remained in the spell and slowly dissipated over time.

And the talisman in Xiaopang's hand is a used talisman, which is the garbage he just collected from the talisman hall today. It was obviously crushed into the black soil by other garbage thrown in later, and then it became the source of spiritual energy dissipation.

At this time, Xiao Pang was strange, although the abandoned charm was to gradually dissipate the aura, but the speed was not fast, at least it would not be lost so much in just over an hour, and it was almost gone. Moreover, after repeated observations, Fat found that the talisman in his hand was actually tattered, and many places had corrupted round holes, as if they had been buried in the soil for hundreds of years. But this is obviously the garbage I collected today?