"That's right! There are no restrictions on skills or talents. As long as you use the Qianlong Pot, anyone can transform into a dragon and ascend to heaven, reaching a profound state where the Tao body is flawless and transcends the ordinary to become a saint."
"Are you so useful?!"
Hu Ling was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes showed some caution: "You actually said such terrible things to a child, Ning Yan, you are indeed an incurable pervert."
"That's not what I meant...it's just that it's a bit beyond my understanding." Ning Yan explained awkwardly.
As far as he knew, there was no such thing as body cultivation in the traditional spiritual practice world of Dazhou.
Even though Chai Ruru can crack mountains and crack rocks with her fleshy palms, she still mainly relies on the true energy in her body.
Of course, the higher the realm, the strength of the physical body will definitely increase accordingly, but that level of increase is completely incompatible with the sanctification of the physical body.
Hu Ling stood on the chair, looked at Ning Yan condescendingly, and lectured: "The world is so big, don't limit your sights to Dazhou."
Ning Yan raised an eyebrow: "Aren't you from Dazhou?"
The pot spirit put his hands on his hips and looked proud: "I am the treasure of the Changsheng Heaven, and even the Qianlong Pot is just what you southerners call me."
"Then why did you appear in Mingzhou City?"
"I..."
Hu Ling opened her mouth, but she couldn't answer.
"Does Guo Kan's recent arrival in Mingzhou have something to do with you? What is the purpose of Wu Tang and others in robbing you? Who else in Mingzhou knows about your existence..."
A series of questions were asked that made the pot spirit unable to resist. In embarrassment, he interrupted loudly: "It's so annoying! I just woke up, how do I know!"
"I still want to ask! Why was it that I was supposed to be worshiped by Changshengtian in the prairie, but when I woke up, I was in a broken river in Mingzhou City, and the person who enlightened me was a person who had a strange interest in little girls.
Bad people!"
"This world must be broken!"
Ke Ling shouted with all his strength, as if he wanted to shout out all the confusion in his heart.
Ning Yan looked at her and felt vaguely familiar.
It wasn't like this when I first traveled through time.
Ning Yan suddenly laughed: "It seems that we are all the same."
"Who would want to be like a rotten person like you!"
Hu Ling's chest rose and fell violently, and he turned around and ignored him.
"Do you have a name?"
"I don't want to tell you."
"That's right. You just woke up, so there probably isn't one. How about I get one for you?"
Hu Ling's ears twitched slightly, and then he quietly turned sideways, wanting to hear what he was about to fart.
"You see, we met on the 26th of July, the day of the end of summer..." Ning Yan thought for a moment and then said, "Let's call you 76ers."
"..."
"Don't like the 76ers? What about the pot guys?"
"Go to hell! You're crazy!"
The pot spirit bared its little tiger fangs and was about to pounce on him to teach him a lesson.
Ning Yan nimbly dodged and played hide-and-seek with her around the table, shouting as he ran: "Yes, yes! This time we really have it!"
"I don't believe you anymore!"
"Yan Yan! How about Yan Yan!"
Hu Ling paused, and the two men, one large and one small, stopped chasing each other and just looked at each other quietly across the table.
"Yes, what does it mean?"
"We can't change many things. All we can do is look forward. I hope you can live more relaxedly and smile more in the future."
Ning Yan ran out of breath and added: "What's more, don't you still have me now?"
“So greasy!”
Hu Ling pursed her lips and muttered, but she calmed down unconsciously.
Yan Yan.
Is this my name from now on...
Anyway, it sounds better than the 76ers, so just use it...
"Now, the most important thing in life is to be happy." Ning Yan calmed down for a moment and walked to the kitchen: "Are you hungry? I'll give you a bowl of noodles?"
"With so many dishes on the table, what kind of noodles should I serve? Idiot Ning Yan."
"Then you have to heat it up, the food is cold."
"Do you still remember the blood suiting technique I taught you?"
Ning Yan was startled and replied: "Yeah."
When he just woke up, he had a secret method in his mind, which could swallow the essence of all things into the Qianlong Pot, and then use the Qianlong Pot to replenish his body.
But Ning Yan always felt that it was too sinister and not like a technique used by decent people.
[Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs! You are very satisfied with the art of blood service. As long as you can reach the top of the avenue, everything can be thrown away! This is the way to immortality that I would rather say!]
Is there a secret technique that can make dogs sure about everything...
It sounds more dangerous!
Yan Yan pointed to the table and said, "Try a bite of each dish first."
"Why don't you heat it up?"
"You can eat if you are told! So much nonsense!"
"Oh..."
Ning Yan picked up the chopsticks, took a small piece of each dish, put it into her mouth, and chewed it carefully.
Soon he understood Yan Yan's intention in asking him to do this.
"Do you feel the difference?"
Ning Yan nodded.
When I ate with Chai Ruru before, I just took big mouthfuls of food and had no time to appreciate this subtle change.
Even if the pieces of meat are the same size, different dishes give him completely different feelings.
Eating a bite of bear paw would satisfy him more than eating ten rabbits.
"The quality of blood food is far more important than the quantity. Don't order so many useless dishes in the future." Yan Yan instructed angrily: "Now use the blood feeding technique to eat them all."
"I will cooperate with you."
Eating vegetables is always easier to accept than eating people. I would rather not stop eating because of choking, so I immediately recite my resolution silently and stuff my mouth with big mouthfuls.
Bear paws, deer breasts, chickens and ducks and other meats were swallowed whole by him, and in an instant they decomposed into streaks of red mist, which emerged from his head and were connected to the Qianlong Pot.
Upon seeing this, Yan Yan got directly into the pot. The simple bronze pot suddenly lit up, spun in the air, and released a bluish-white light that shone on Ning Yan.
The two colors of light circle back and forth, forming some kind of strange cycle.
"Quick, keep eating."
The girl's voice suddenly rang in her ears, and Ning Yan sped up his eating speed, and before long, all the food on the table was cleared.
Immediately afterwards, the Qianlong Pot turned into a stream of light and sank into his eyebrows, and the room returned to calm.
Is this the end?
"Yan Yan? How is it?"
"Don't make any noise and get some sleep."
"Does the weapon spirit also need to sleep?"
Yan Yan obviously didn't want to answer such a useless question, so there was no further sound.
Ning Yan asked for trouble and got up to clear the dishes on the table.
Ninth-level masters also have to wash their own dishes.
But when he picked up the dishes, his expression changed slightly.
These dishes seem to be much lighter.
Ning Yan lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly ran to his bedroom.
After opening the door, he went straight to the bronze mirror. When he picked up the mirror, he saw a slightly thin and handsome man in the mirror.
Ning Yan touched his face and estimated from his appearance that the blood lost during the day had probably been replenished by now.
Even...
He put the mirror back on the table, his eyes suddenly changed and he punched, and the punch made a sharp squeaking sound.
Just relying on his physical body, his casual punch was no less powerful than Sun Er's full blow.
"It seems that I have really become stronger."
Ning Yan murmured to herself and sat back on the bed.
Even though he had been running around all day, he was now so exhausted that he couldn't sleep.