Chapter 3: Cultivation

Wang Cheng stared blankly at the tattered dagger in his arms, the broken hilt had disappeared, and he was not so afraid of the broken hilt at the moment. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After sorting out his thoughts, Wang Cheng began to think that the broken hilt of the sword should be some kind of powerful spiritual weapon, maybe it might be a legendary spiritual treasure......

The spiritual weapon is a weapon used by the monks, and the level of the spiritual weapon is divided into: lower, middle and upper superb. And there is also a spiritual treasure on top of the spiritual weapon, this is a higher-level spiritual weapon, in his memory, Wang Cheng knows that the spiritual treasure is an extremely rare thing.

Wang Cheng inherited all the memories of the Yuan Shen, and he knew that the person who wanted to take away himself was a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, who gave up his body because he was hunted down by the enemy and hid in a ruin as the Yuan God.

However, for some reason, this pile of ruins was sent into this desolate realm by the people of the Spirit Desolation Sect...... What exactly this desolate realm was was in the monk's memory, and there was no answer to it.

After a long time, Wang Cheng took a deep breath, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he stood up, his heart filled with a strong interest in cultivation.

"I don't know if I'll be able to leave here if I become a monk......

Wang Cheng thought like this, and suddenly realized a problem, his mind at the moment was no longer six years old, he suddenly realized that in this barren world, the desolate slave did not have much thinking, if the red-robed man in the tower found that there was a desolate slave who had recovered his thinking memory, would it be erased again?

Thinking of this, Wang Cheng began to carefully recall his behavior in the past four days, and after making sure that there was not much difference from other desolate slaves, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't know that the man in the red robe had saved him, otherwise he might not have been so cautious.

In the next step, Wang Cheng planned to start cultivating, and from his memory, he learned that after cultivating, he could not only cut the valley without eating and live forever, but also had the ability to fly away from the sky and move mountains and seas.

But what Wang Cheng cared about the most was that he could leave this barren realm after cultivating, and he had always thought about his mother in his heart.

When it comes to cultivation, Wang Cheng can't be too anxious at the moment, his stomach is still hungry at the moment, and he must find something to eat.

At this moment, it was already daytime in the barren world, Wang Cheng had a hollow meaning in his eyes, shaving food in a waste heap, he looked no different from other desolate slaves, the only difference was that he always held a dagger in one hand......

Soon, the day passed, during which the red-robed man in the tower came out once, Wang Cheng saw him, but did not know where he went, and it was not until night fell that he returned with a tired look.

Regarding the abnormality shown by the red-robed man, Wang Cheng saw it in his eyes, but he analyzed it slightly in his heart, since he was no longer a deserted slave now, he must find a way to get out of here.

On this day, Wang Cheng scavenged something that could barely be swallowed, and the recovery of his memory also made him reject the food that was dug out of the waste, but he had to swallow it.

After eating half full, Wang Cheng came to a place where the fire of the tower could not shine, it was night, and cultivation at this time was the most difficult to be discovered.

According to the cultivation method in his memory, Wang Cheng began to meditate cross-legged, eliminating distracting thoughts and calming down his mind.

The first step in this cultivation is to sense the aura of heaven and earth, and then to perform a special kind of breathing, which is called breathing in memory.

At the beginning of cultivation, it is necessary to induce qi into the body, and the qi is not ordinary air, but the aura of heaven and earth, which is the foundation of a monk, and only by successfully inducing qi into the body can you take the first step of cultivation and condense qi.

In Wang Cheng's inherited memory, the condensation is divided into ten layers, and these ten layers are the foundation that every monk must go through, and the more stable the condensation period, the greater the chance of breaking through to the foundation building period.

In that memory, Wang Cheng knew that in order to reach the foundation building realm, that person didn't know how many people he had offended, or stole or robbed to save enough elixirs and spirit stones to break through the foundation building period.

This is also the reason why this person was hunted down by the enemy and finally had to give up his body, he offended too many people......

Fortunately, all this was cheaper for Wang Cheng, and that person's memory provided the best experience for Wang Cheng's cultivation, which made Wang Cheng take a lot less detours in the future.

Thinking of that person, Wang Cheng thought of the broken sword hilt, and he guessed in his heart that the broken sword hilt should be integrated into his own primordial spirit, since he was fine, it meant that the broken sword hilt was not a bad thing......

Shaking his head, no longer thinking about the mess, Wang Cheng began to vomit, he closed his eyes, and began to feel carefully.

An hour passed, Wang Cheng didn't sense the slightest aura, but he was still not discouraged, because this was very normal, and it took three hours for the person in his memory to sense the aura.

However, three hours passed, and Wang Cheng still didn't feel the slightest aura......

Could it be that he doesn't have cultivation qualifications?

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Wang Cheng's mind, he knew from that memory that the path of cultivation is also about talent, if there is no cultivation qualification, no matter how much he cultivates, he will not be able to cross the threshold of attracting qi into the body.

Wang Cheng was a little unwilling, and finally had a way to get out of here, could he give up......

Extremely unrelenting, Wang Cheng calmed down again and sensed, he ...... Don't want to give up!

The sky gradually turned white, because there was no sun, the day of the barren realm gradually appeared, and the whole world lit up at the same time.

Wang Cheng opened his eyes, his brows furrowed, there were a few traces of blood in his eyes, and he still didn't feel the aura......

At this moment, the sky is already dawning, Wang Cheng has to give up his plan to continue to vomit, he will not give up on cultivation, but now it is the king to protect himself.

So he walked aimlessly in the barren realm like other desolate slaves.

The barren realm seemed to have no boundaries at a glance, but Wang Cheng knew that this world had an end, and once when he had not recovered his memory, he had been walking in one direction.

But as he walked, he would return to the area around the tower, as if he had been brought back by an invisible force.

Wang Cheng didn't know much about the Barren Realm, and even in his inherited memories, there wasn't much information about the Barren Realm.

At this moment, Wang Cheng is eating according to the custom, his eyes look hollow, there is vigilance in it, the desolate slaves in this desolate world, some of them often go crazy, he is not a monk now, just a mortal, and the body is extremely fragile, if you meet a crazy desolate slave, it is likely to be dangerous.

Just when Wang Cheng, like the other desolate slaves, was digging waste like a machine, a man in a red robe appeared behind him at some point.

As soon as the red-robed man appeared, although Wang Cheng didn't look the slightest bit the same on the surface, the depths of his hollow pupils contracted slightly, and his heartbeat began to speed up, but he tried extremely hard to keep his breathing smooth.

Behind Wang Cheng, the red-robed man stood there expressionlessly, he looked at Wang Cheng and said a word.

"Turn around. ”

Wang Cheng's brain was running rapidly, and all kinds of speculations rose in his heart, but his body turned around subconsciously, with empty eyes, and looked at the red-robed man expressionlessly.

The moment he saw the red-robed man, Wang Cheng's body suddenly trembled, his eyes were full of fear and awe, his expression was the same as the reaction of every desolate slave when he saw the red-robed man, without the slightest loophole or flaw.

The red-robed man frowned, he had given Wang Cheng a drop of spiritual liquid, logically speaking, Wang Cheng should have recovered his memory and thinking at this moment.

"Come here. ”

The red-robed man waved his hand lightly, and he looked at Wang Cheng fixedly, intending to see a hint of clues.

Wang Cheng became nervous in his heart, he didn't know if the red-robed man saw something, and at this moment, with fear and awe on the surface, he came to the red-robed man's side tremblingly.

Seeing Wang Cheng's appearance, the red-robed man's brows furrowed even deeper.

"That's it...... I'm just giving you a drop of spiritual fluid...... If it doesn't work, then just give up......"

The red-robed man said, raised his right hand, and pointed at Wang Cheng's eyebrows, and a red drop of water melted into Wang Cheng's eyebrows.

This is a drop of spiritual liquid, not an ordinary drop of spiritual energy, but a spiritual liquid turned into a trace of cultivation power of the red-robed man.

With the influx of this drop of spiritual liquid, Wang Cheng's whole body trembled and stopped, this was not that he deliberately stopped, but he couldn't help but stop trembling, the drop of spiritual liquid turned into a warm current, flowing through the meridians of his whole body, and for a while the hunger and fatigue disappeared, and a refreshing feeling arose.

What does that mean?

Wang Cheng didn't understand what the red-robed man was doing, didn't he find out that he had a memory and thought and came to erase it?

Suddenly, Wang Cheng had a bold idea in his heart, he was here to help him recover his memory......

Although he guessed this in his heart, on the surface, Wang Cheng's performance was still the same as that of a deserted slave, and there was no sign of any recovery because of any drop of spiritual liquid from the red-robed man......

"Huh?"

The red-robed man looked at Wang Cheng, who began to tremble again, with some surprise, and a touch of impatience flashed in his eyes.

"It's a pity, this person is strong-willed, but his mind has lost his ......"

The red-robed man was a little displeased, he wasted two drops of spiritual fluid for a desolate slave who had lost his mind, it really shouldn't be.

looked at Wang Cheng with a slightly indifferent face for a while, and made sure that Wang Cheng really didn't have the slightest sense, and the red-robed man left, because of Wang Cheng, he was not in a good mood today......

After the red-robed man left, Wang Cheng still didn't change, he was still slightly nervous in his heart, he was afraid that the red-robed man would secretly observe him.

It wasn't until half an hour passed that Wang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were no longer empty, and he became smart.

He looked in the direction of the tower, feeling the warm current in his body, and he fell into thought.

He vaguely guessed that his previous recovery of his mental memory should also be the work of the red-robed man's spiritual fluid, but he didn't remember when the red-robed man gave him the spiritual liquid......

After thinking about it for a while, Wang Cheng still didn't quite understand why the red-robed man wanted to help him recover his memory, he pretended not to be recovered, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad.

None of this seems unusual......