The people in Shicun were busy adding various precious materials to a large black cauldron.
Meng Chuan watched with the little one beside him, pointed at the black tripod and said to the little one:
"You will be cooked by this cauldron later."
The little boy stared at the black tripod with big eyes without blinking. On it were engraved flowers, birds, insects, fish, heaven, earth, sun and moon, and ancient ancestors.
He is not afraid of being cooked. He has been cooked a lot in the past two years.
"Uncle Meng, after this baptism, can I catch up with your cultivation?"
"The materials used for this baptism are very good, and they are among the best in the eight regions. However, you are still too young, and you will be a little closer to me after the baptism."
Meng Chuan's index finger and thumb moved up and down, gesticulating towards the little one.
"Just a little bit different."
"Then I will work hard to practice in the future and help Uncle Meng in turn!" The little one nodded vigorously.
After a while, everything was ready. There were various strange phenomena in the black cauldron. The four spirits roared and roared, rushing left and right. The roars of beasts and the sound of collisions spread throughout the stone village.
"Go in." Meng Chuan said to the little one. He was very obedient. He stripped naked and jumped in. Then Meng Chuan covered the tripod himself.
If word spread, a baptism that would shock the eight regions had begun. Almost no one in the entire eight regions had enjoyed such conditions during their first baptism.
Meng Chuan watched the little one slowly absorbing the essence of the medicinal liquid in the cauldron and undergoing transformation. Of course, he would suffer in the process, but it was necessary.
In fact, the Venerable-level true blood is simply not something that a little kid can bear.
Why doesn’t anyone in the outside world enjoy such treatment at their first baptism?
Because they can't bear it and will be exploded. No matter how talented you are, you can't withstand such huge energy.
But here in Mengchuan, there is naturally a way.
In this baptism, most of the energy will be used to enhance the potential of the little one.
He was reborn in a desperate situation and survived strong. His potential has greatly increased. Now that he has such conditions, he will soar to the sky in the future.
The strange phenomena in the cauldron are soaring to the sky, and the four true spirits are manifesting, attacking the little ones, and the blood and bones are being crushed. This is a great ordeal, and life is in danger.
At the same time, a strange phenomenon also occurred in the black cauldron. The patterns of flowers, birds, insects, fish, and ferocious beasts engraved on it made the ancient ancestors seem to be alive.
Hei Ding was assisting the little one to suppress the beast brand, and because the true blood was high enough, Hei Ding seemed to be very excited.
I feel it is worthy of its status.
"Could this cauldron passed down from our ancestors contain some secret?" Shi Yunfeng was surprised. This was a strange phenomenon that had never appeared before.
But when he thought about the grades of true blood he had used before, Shi Yunfeng felt that it was normal if there were no abnormalities.
"It's a very good weapon." Meng Chuan commented, which made Shi Yunfeng even more certain that Shi Cun's ancestor must have been richer, and it was still quite rich.
This baptism and transformation lasted for a long time. Everyone in Shicun had gone to eat several meals, but the little one was still in there, suffering.
At the back, the little one's blood was as bright as a ruby, his bones were like jade, shining brightly, and his flesh and blood were full of vitality.
Seven days and seven nights, this baptism lasted for seven days and seven nights.
This made some people in the village worry that the little one would be boiled.
At the end, the lid of the cauldron was blown open with a bang, and then a small black thing shot into the sky, dozens of meters high.
Meng Chuan looked at this scene and thought something in his mind.
My grandson is out!
The little boy fell to the ground, his whole body was covered in darkness, as if he had been rolled out of a pile of coal just now. Only his big eyes were spinning.
Then he kept covering his butt with one hand. It was too hot when he sat in the cauldron.
The little bird stands in the wind.
"Monster!" The other children laughed heartily when they saw the little one like this.
The little one looked at everyone and laughed too, revealing the only white spot on his body.
his teeth.
Then he ran towards Meng Chuan. Meng Chuan immediately stopped him and asked him to clean up before coming back. It was so dark. Do you want to fool him?
The other children rushed over and looked at the charcoal-like little one. They kept laughing and touching the little one with their hands.
Then everyone was surprised to find that the black stuff turned out to be a layer of old skin, which fell off as soon as it was rubbed.
What was exposed was the little white and shiny flesh and blood, which was crystal clear. Some children compared their skin and were immediately envious, especially some girls.
The skin of Dahuang's baby has never been like this.
Meng Chuan picked up the little one, felt the power contained in his small body, and was very satisfied.
This was a very successful baptism.
How could it not be successful? The Four Spirits True Blood combined with so many precious materials has amazing efficacy.
Other old people in the village also came close to observe the little one.
I want to see how this child, who was born with an extremely outstanding talent, will perform unbelievably after undergoing such a baptism.
Big hands were pressing on the little one's flesh and blood, trying to estimate something.
The little one suddenly became full of strength.
"ah!"
Suddenly, the little boy screamed, then his face turned red, he struggled and jumped out of Meng Chuan's arms, staying far away from the uncles.
He is almost four years old, but just now someone secretly flicked his little bird!
The little one was so shy that she quickly found some clothes and put them on.
Meng Chuan looked at the little one like this and laughed.
The little one looked at Meng Chuan, he suspected that it was Uncle Meng who played it just now!
Bad guy!
"Child, let's see how strong you are now." Shi Yunfeng was very happy now.
"These tripods are too light for today's little ones." Meng Chuan interjected.
The heaviest tripod in Shicun is eight thousand pounds.
Before the little one was baptized, he had the strength of three to four thousand kilograms. Now that he has received such a level of baptism, his transformation is naturally astonishing.
Shi Yunfeng was startled when he heard this, and then looked at Meng Chuan with some excitement.
"He, little one, has entered the blood-moving realm?"
Really embarking on the path of spiritual practice, and ordinary efforts to practice bone inscriptions are two completely different concepts.
Villages and towns with hundreds or even thousands of people may not even have a single blood-moving monk.
Could it be that a child less than four years old has entered that field now?
"When he goes back to adjust and integrate, he will officially enter the blood-moving realm." Meng Chuan nodded and responded to Shi Yunfeng's expectations.
The little one's current physical strength is not considered weak even in the blood-moving realm.
As for the attainments of bone inscriptions, they have made rapid progress in the two years since Meng Chuan opened the kindergarten, and they have long been satisfied.
"Okay, okay, okay." Shi Yunfeng was very excited. Shicun really had a genius, one that none of the big forces in the outside world had!
Others were shocked when they heard this. Meng Chuan had "literate" Shicun in the past two years, and they all knew what the blood-moving realm was.
The little boy's eyes kept rolling, he ran back to Meng Chuan, raised his head and asked:
"Uncle Meng, after I reach the Blood Moving Realm, am I only one level behind you?"
The little one has a deep memory of Meng Chuan's words. Your Uncle Meng's talent is not good, and your cultivation is slow to progress.
Especially at that time, Meng Chuan's expression was particularly vivid and expressive, and his sadness and pain were vividly displayed.
It left a deep impression on the young kid and caused a great impact.
Uncle Meng must have suffered a lot because of his poor talent and slow progress in cultivation!
In the future, my cultivation level will surpass that of Uncle Meng. I must find treasures to greatly increase Uncle Meng’s cultivation level!
I want to make Uncle Meng proud of me!
Uncle Meng is so kind to me now. When I grow up, I will be even more kind to Uncle Meng!
"I went out this time to survive in death, and finally touched the next level. I should be able to break through, so you are still two levels away from me."
Meng Chuan said with a heavy face, as if he had experienced a continuous battle with blood raining all over the sky, which was extremely difficult.
"At my age, I am only two levels ahead of you, a child less than four years old. I will soon be overtaken by you. I really have lived my whole life in vain."
Meng Chuan showed a kind of sadness and melancholy.
"Cultivation is really too difficult!"
The little one quickly hugged Meng Chuan's thigh and told Uncle Meng not to suffer. He would provide for Uncle Meng in the future.
