Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 129 Stubborn Demon Donkey

Hearing the commotion outside, the stableman ran out to check his surroundings, but there was no one there. So he lightly kicked the dog, grumbled, and went back to the stable.

The dog whimpered twice in grievance, then tucked its tail between its legs and retreated back into its den.

Not far away.

Yang Silang steadied himself. The barking of the dogs had caused the blue light outside his soul to tremble, but the moonlight armor that had formed on his body protected him, so his core soul was not greatly affected.

The barking of the dog disrupted the smooth flow of his soul power, causing his wind manipulation technique to fail for a few breaths. He fell a short distance from the sky, but quickly returned to normal.

"It seems that ordinary barking dogs and crowing roosters, as well as wind, frost, snow and rain, should not have any fatal effect on me."

"But we must also be careful, the blazing sun and heavenly lightning, and the tainted blood of Tong Yang are still dangerous."

"Perhaps only when I have fully absorbed the essence of the sun will I be able to truly roam freely across the world."

Yang Silang circled around a few times, having had his fill of the wind, and had already reached the gate of the martial arts hall when he stopped and did not explore the outside any further.

Because the provincial capital is prosperous, even though the martial arts hall was built in a remote location, there are still several alleys nearby due to the population growth over the centuries.

It's not exactly a bustling area, but it still has a considerable population.

Where people live, there is life, livestock, and so on. Since Yang Silang's spirit is just beginning to take shape, he certainly wouldn't risk going out of his way.

He turned his head to sense the direction from which the corpse lamp was lit, and saw a bright spot shining beyond the sight of his soul body, echoing his soul body.

As soon as the thought of returning arose, a powerful force emerged from afar, as if a vortex was pulling the soul downwards.

His soul body was perfectly suited to use the Wind Control Technique, and in just over ten breaths, he returned from outside the martial arts hall to his physical body inside.

This speed is much faster than when he's running at full speed.

Yang Silang opened his eyes and saw that the last stick of calming incense in the incense burner in front of him had just burned out and turned to ashes.

Seven sticks of calming incense, one or two ounces of wandering spirit guide, and half a month of effort were spent to finally calm the Niwan point and generate the spirit soul. Observing the spirit, I broke through the spirit in my heart, dotted the dragon eyes and sculpted the image of the Ruyi Heavenly Venerable. I lit the corpse lamp to protect the body from leaving the body, took the moonlight from the outside and burned the three flavors inside. I used my body as a cauldron and the moonlight as clothing, and rode the wind to become a wandering soul.

He nodded in satisfaction, the Wandering Soul Realm was comparable to the Iron Bone Martial Master Realm in martial arts.

In fact, he has only been teaching since his grandmother began teaching him for half a month, and he even used the divine object "Guide to the Spirit" from the head of a tuna trout. He is already very satisfied with his achievements.

only……

"Grandma's methods weren't complete..." Yang Silang scratched his head. "The Wandering Soul Realm can't just be about wandering around, spying on the groom stealing eggs, the lackey having affairs, and Da Niu guarding against the lamp being stolen, can it?"

"She taught us the training methods but not the fighting techniques!"

"Furthermore, the Ruyi Tianzun Sutra only teaches me to break through the divine laws within my heart and the Dharma form of my true self. How do I cultivate this?"

I must ask you for advice another day.

A few days later.

inside the house.

I just finished eating.

Yang Silang was engrossed in reading "The Record of Encounters with Demons".

Sure enough, once the book is in your hands, you probably won't want to turn a single page.

But it's much more interesting to snatch it from someone else.

Wang Daniu could lock the lamp, but not the book; in the end, he still managed to get his hands on it.

He was feeling quite pleased with himself when he heard Wang Daniu's loud voice outside. He immediately flipped his hand and put the book away in the grid.

"Fourth Brother... things can't be done!"

Wang Daniu burst in, covered in sweat. He grabbed the teapot from the table, tilted his head back, and gulped down the tea in one go before he could catch his breath and speak.

"Something strange has been going on lately. Horse dealers say that many martial arts masters and wealthy merchants have snapped up all the good horses they have!"

"I saw two people even fighting over the same good horse, driving the price up several times over."

"One said, 'You think your branch can stand out in front of the young master?' The other said, 'My real surname is Bai, which is better than your three generations of servants!'"

"There are many horses in the horse market, but most of them are pack horses or drudge horses. There aren't many good horses that meet the requirements, and they've all been bought by these people."

"If we transfer them from other places, it will take another half month."

"Don't even mention buying you a horse, Fourth Brother. The Martial Arts Hall originally planned to buy a few good horses, but we could only afford to buy a few that would do."

"In order to sell the horse, the horse trader even threw in a sick donkey that was about to die as an extra. He said it was brought out from the general's camp and had demon blood. He said that if the donkey was killed, its flesh and blood could be used as horse feed so that the horse could run faster and grow stronger."

"Aren't you just talking nonsense?"

Yang Silang was also very surprised. This group of people were obviously going to participate in the hunting party. There are always a limited number of good horses in the horse market. Suddenly so many people are asking to buy good horses, and the supply is indeed insufficient.

Wait, what about that nearly dead demon donkey that was pulled out of the General's camp?

"Let's go... let's take a look..." He became interested and got up.

After a while.

Yang Silang and Wang Daniu stood inside the stable.

The environment here is certainly not as good as the beast pen that the general has prepared for the monsters; there is a faint fishy smell in the air.

The dozen or so horses that the martial arts hall had recently bought were eating their feed with their heads down. Even without the groom watching, Yang Silang thought they were just average, because these horses were a fist shorter than the old horses that were moving away.

The bone structure is inherently poor; it's quite ordinary.

Then look at the sick donkey that was given as a bonus. It was thin and bony, swaying to one side, unable to stand steadily. Its body was covered with crisscrossing scars. Surprisingly, however, its frame was not small, almost as tall as the horses.

Its fur was so dirty that its original color was obscured, matted together. Upon closer inspection, its hooves appeared to have a layer of dark, almost disappearing purple.

It was still sticking its head out and opening its mouth to nibble on the horse feed in the manger.

Immediately, horses nearby began to headbutt it.

Although the sick donkey was thin and weak, it was fierce by nature. It opened its mouth and bit the horse, and even kicked it hard with its hoof. Its eyes were very fierce.

Its nature is fierce; the horse beside it is better to avoid it than to provoke it. (Exploring the Xianxia novel category)

But this skinny donkey was vomiting blood while eating, no wonder people said it was sick and probably wouldn't live much longer. Anyone who saw it like this would have something to say about it.

Yang Silang switched his spiritual perspective and carefully sensed that there was indeed a faint demonic aura on the other party, but it was entangled with a thick black death aura, making it look ominous.

"This looks like the stubborn donkey that the general captured in the animal pen."

"He didn't eat or drink in his enemy's territory, and his body was ruined. He was sold and moved to another place before he started eating and drinking again."

But it was too late.

"She's really stubborn..."

Yang Silang stroked his chin, his eyes darting around as he suddenly had an idea.

Hunting parties are a good opportunity to legitimately acquire rare materials, and there might even be treasures like the Spirit Guide that can help one's cultivation.

He was currently short of horses, and if he could subdue this demonic donkey and heal its wounds, it would be a very good option.

I just happened to get three points of repair essence after hunting the golden trout last time, which can be used on seriously ill or injured monsters.

Hei Zi is in excellent health, and I wouldn't dare to hurt him to test the effects of this primordial essence. It's perfect for this donkey demon.

Anyway, the General's Battalion has already sold it off like a dead donkey, so they probably don't care and it shouldn't be a big problem.

However, Yang Silang was unsure whether he could subdue the donkey demon.

He waved for Wang Daniu to leave first, as explaining what happened next would be troublesome.

After Wang Daniu left, he stepped forward, looked the donkey demon up and down, and coughed.

"I saw you at the General's Camp and knew you were a demon beast; you must have already gained intelligence."

"Let's make a deal. I can heal you, and you can become my mount, how about that?"

"With your body, no matter how much you eat, you won't live long, will you?"

Yang Silang was somewhat expectant.

As a result, the donkey ate its fill, then turned around and stuck its big butt out!

This is outrageous! He's such a stubborn mule!

Yang Silang stormed out of the stable in a fit of rage.

That evening.

The first thing he asked upon meeting Grandma Tianjing was...

"Grandma, I have a chance to acquire a demonic beast mount, and there shouldn't be any problems afterward. However, it's stubborn and refuses to submit to me. What should I do?"

Grandma Tianjing immediately smiled.

"Since the other party is not convinced, why don't you just beat them into submission?"

Yang Silang shook his head.

"I'm afraid that won't work. The opponent is weak, and I'm afraid I'll kill him with just one punch. Besides, this demon is stubborn, so I can't just use my fists."

Grandma Tianjing's eyes darted around.

"The other party is physically weak, and it is estimated that their spirit is also withering and their strength is limited."

"That's easy. Once you've mastered the Soul Wandering Technique in a few days, you'll naturally possess the supernatural power to enter dreams, create illusions, and construct dreamscapes. When you enter its dream and visualize the true form of the Ruyi Heavenly Venerable, you can naturally subdue it."

Yang Silang was overjoyed.

"Alright, Grandma, I'll make my move tomorrow!"

His hair suddenly stood on end at the Baihui acupoint on his head.

His soul left his body, instantly flew outside, and then flew back in the blink of an eye, returning to his body.

Yang Silang then opened his eyes.

"Grandma, I mastered the Soul Wandering Realm yesterday!"

Grandma Tianjing's face showed panic.

"Child, are you crazy? How dare you wander around in spirit form right under the nose of a Grandmaster of the Tower?"

"A grandmaster's blood is like mercury, connected to the essence of martial arts. Beyond the five senses, a sixth sense, or spiritual perception, arises, allowing him to sense the existence of spirits. If he has a single thought and his blood surges forth, you're finished!"

Yang Silang shook his head with a smile.

"Grandma, have you forgotten? That grandmaster up there is in seclusion."

Grandma Tianjing slapped her forehead and let out a long sigh.

"Look at my memory! Anyway, remember this: never easily let your soul leave your body in front of martial artists of the same level, unless you've cultivated to the Object Manipulation Realm. If your soul encounters a Mercury Blood Grandmaster, run as fast as you can!"

"Furthermore, the army's formation is interconnected by blood and qi, so even if you have cultivated to the Transcendent Realm, you should still avoid it."

"Tsk tsk, you actually reached the Wandering Soul Realm after seven incense sticks' worth of cultivation! You're truly a force to be reckoned with!"

"You really aren't some powerful being reincarnated, are you?"

Yang Silang gave a bitter smile.

"Which powerful being reincarnated would have to learn Taoist arts from a demon?"

"Grandma, please stop making fun of me!"

Grandma Tianjing's eyes lit up, and she shook her head from side to side.

"No, no, it is a reincarnation of a powerful being. I have heard that there will be many calamities and disasters at every turn. Therefore, one must make thorough preparations and keep it very secret."

"I actually find you more like it."

"Fellow Daoist..." Granny Tianjing's expression suddenly turned serious, and she bowed to Yang Silang. "Even if you are not a reincarnated great power, you are only eighteen years old, and your future is limitless."

"I have a request. If you agree, I will teach you the original scripture of the Wandering Soul Realm Ruyi Heavenly Venerable. It's not that I'm hiding anything from you, but that I really don't know it anymore."

"Furthermore, fellow Daoist, please don't think I'm going too far. The evolution of memories only consumed some of my demonic power."

"But the visualization of the original scripture of the Ruyi Tianzun, such a powerful and unique skill, needs me to burn my original essence, and I will have to pay a considerable price."

Actually, Granny Tianjing was underestimating the situation. She had already sealed away the relevant memories of such a supreme martial art. To recreate it would require burning her life force every single moment.

Yang Silang frowned.

"Grandma, why don't you just call me 'baby'?"

"Given our relationship, your sudden use of the term 'fellow Daoist' gave me goosebumps."

Grandma Tianjing shook her head like a rattle-drum.

"Since you have cultivated into a wandering soul, our realms are similar, and you deserve this title."

"Will you grant my request?"