Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 46: The Calf Pulls the Train
"Have we finally come to this?" Wang Chen stared at the two jade slips in his hands, his heart in turmoil.
He had danced on the edge of a knife many times, and had escaped death many times through a battle of wits and courage. He once thought that he had reached the state of selflessness and forgetfulness of everything, but in the end he still reached the point of insight into human nature.
The confident look of the young man selling films in Qinghu Bay came to mind, and he somehow looked like Xiaoyao.
"The movie vendor is also a cultivator, a man of moral integrity..."
Afterwards, the names of the two jade slips were like water drops dropped into an oil pan, causing ripples to rise and fall.
"Little cow? Grinding pulp. Maybe I have forgotten it long ago." Wang Chen's face was calm.
Often when people are well fed and well clothed, they always recall the hardships they once endured. That is a scar engraved on their invisible soul.
The unique coolness of the jade slip came from the palm of my hand.
"Well, it's a shame to waste spirit stones, so just take a look at it casually." Wang Chen's consciousness quickly immersed in the jade slip.
"The activities of the Northern Territory's No. 1 Maverick and the female cultivator at night."
The universal language of the cultivation world appeared in his consciousness, as three-dimensional and clear as watching VR, causing Wang Chen's heart to jump wildly.
This is a commonly used photography technique in the cultivation world. The jade slip is infused with mirage mist. One only needs to concentrate the consciousness at the fourth level of Qi Condensation to view the images preserved in the mirage mist. Professional photography practitioners can even add voice-overs and other explanations by manipulating the mirage mist, which is extremely convenient.
"It doesn't seem to be Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs..."
"It's not like the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea..."
The sudden feeling of surprise made his breathing a little quickened. Wang Chen still remembered the confident look on the face of the sanctimonious "movie seller" when he sold the two jade slips to him in Qinghu Bay.
"The young man selling movies in the cultivation world is indeed a man of morals." He sighed from the bottom of his heart.
The scene changed, and a female official in a bamboo hat and a white dress smiled sweetly at the screen. Then she turned around and took a brush to clean an overly strong cow.
This female cultivator had a pretty appearance, which made Wang Chen look forward to what was to come.
But until the end of the film, the female nun kept repeating one action: brushing the cow, just like cleaning glass.
The subtitles considerately show that this giant and strong bull is called the No. 1 Calf in the Northern Territory.
"Even if it's a cow, why do you have to add a small word?!"
Looking at the giant bull with bulging muscles all over its body, Wang Chen seemed to hear the sound of his own heart breaking.
Could it be that the sentence is divided into "the first young man in the northern region" and "active at night"?
He kind of understood why the film was called this name.
"Needless to say, this film called 'The Little Cultivator Grinds Herself to Death' must also be a fake film..."
Wang Chen was a little disappointed.
In the spirit of not wasting, Wang Chen closed his eyes and sensed the contents. He has always been a very contented person. For example, just now, at least he knew what a great cultivator looked like.
As soon as his spiritual consciousness was focused on the jade slip, he saw the same female cultivator wearing a bamboo hat and a white dress smiling sweetly at the screen, then turned around and brushed the cow with a large brush.
"Huh? Isn't this the same movie as the one just now? The scenes, characters, expressions..."
"And that damn calf is exactly the same."
Wang Chen was stunned, thinking he had taken the wrong film.
Just as he was about to retract his spiritual consciousness, he didn't expect the subtitles to show that this giant and strong bull had actually changed its name to: The little goblin cultivator who grinds people to death.
Bang!
The veins on Wang Chen's forehead jumped, and he failed to control the strength. The two jade slips in his hands turned into powder, and the faint mirage dissipated in an instant.
The picture stopped abruptly.
"Damn it! They didn't even change the picture. Is there any bottom line?!"
His heart was filled with rage, and the desire to kill the young man who sold pornographic films was like all the water in the world, which could not be extinguished.
According to this method, as long as we take a picture of this scene, we can make countless jade slips with different names but the same pictures?
"Wang Chen, what are you doing ?" Xiao Yao asked curiously when he heard the noise.
"Nothing, I'm just practicing." Wang Chen's expression instantly became calm.
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As long as you run fast enough, troubles can't catch up with you...
At this moment, Wang Chen was running wildly among the huge trees crisscrossing in the forbidden forest. His body was like a fish hiding from the reefs at the bottom of the river in the mudflats, leaving a series of afterimages.
Unfortunately, he was still very troubled.
The Qinggang dagger was held in his hand, emitting a faint green light.
Behind him, a dozen black-haired monsters were chasing him frantically, making ferocious roars from time to time.
These monsters are a kind of apes, and their demonic energy is enough to rival that of a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Condensation. The powerful demonic power seems to penetrate every pore of their bodies and project out from their eyes, making their eyes red like ghost eyes and emitting a blood-red light.
“Boom!”
The loud noises continued.
That was a demon ape that nimbly jumped onto a big tree, kicked hard, used the huge recoil force to leap high up, and pounced over.
The branches of the trees kept shaking, causing the leaves and branches to collide and make a continuous wave-like sound.
There were many demon apes flying swiftly above the branches of the trees.
The sunlight shines through the gaps between the trees' dense and intertwined branches and leaves, casting dazzling spots of light. From time to time, the dark shadows of demonic apes pass through, adding to the dangerous and eerie atmosphere as if being surrounded by demons.
Monkey monsters are extremely fond of living in groups. Wang Chen's behavior of moving around in their territory is a provocation, and is regarded as food delivered to their doorstep in those pairs of red eyes.
Soon, Wang Chen was blocked and had no way out.
He stood on an open space. Dark shadows flashed in all directions, and more than a dozen attracted demon apes instantly caught up with him.
The fastest demon ape had bloodthirsty eyes flashing, opened its big mouth full of terrifying fangs and bit towards Wang Chen's head.
On the ground, there were chaotic, heavy and extremely fast footsteps.
There were shrill screams and the sound of sharp claws breaking through the wind in the air.
Wang Chen frowned at the fishy smell coming from the demon ape's mouth behind his head, and then he suddenly turned his head, just avoiding the ugly mouth full of sharp teeth that wanted to blow his head off.
Crackling...the flying sword trembled slightly.
The violent cold air gathered together, and the Qinggang Sword instantly condensed into a snow-white, straight immortal sword.
Wang Chen reached out and grasped the transformed Ice Soul Sword. He pinched the five fingers of his left hand and changed the sword technique again.
The snow-white fairy sword suddenly emitted a bright white light.
The cold wind rolled up the ice and snow, whistling and swirling, and frost instantly covered the surrounding trees. More than a dozen demon apes nearby were affected, and they watched in horror as thick ice instantly covered their bodies and froze them into ice sculptures.
A few demon apes that were a little further away saw this scene and were frightened. They fled in the opposite direction at an even faster speed and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"It's so annoying." Wang Chen sighed.
The snow-white fairy sword turned into a white cold air and dissipated, revealing the true form of the Qinggang Sword.
Standing between more than a dozen frozen demon apes with different movements, he was like a craftsman sculpting ice sculptures, but he seemed extremely dissatisfied with his work.
The troubles did not catch up with him just because he ran fast enough.
Instead, it made him more troubled.
The transformed Ice Soul Sword is the most powerful technique he has mastered, and he has already cultivated it to the ultimate state of transformation.
But he didn't feel proud at all.
Because my current strongest spell is better than the Vainglory classmate who plays with ice...
It's nothing.
It's not as good as being poked by someone else's finger .
But this did not stop Xiaoyao from being stunned by his actions.
Xiaoyao was simply shocked. He remembered that when Wang Chen was at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, he could only hunt this kind of demon ape alone, using ice to slow down its speed and then slowly killing it.
The whole process takes anywhere from half an hour to an hour, depending on the strength of the demon ape's power.
She felt that this fighting and retreating tactic was incredible, so she asked Wang Chen what it was. Wang Chen told her it was called "flying a kite."
What about the routine that killed more than a dozen demon apes at once?
What’s your name?
Fly a bunch of kites?
Wang Chen tilted his head and looked at Xiaoyao, with a look of despair on his face, and said:
"Let's call a train."
