Chapter 1 The cultivation base is not enough to make up for magic weapons
The hand holding the silver mirror was shaking violently.
The unfamiliar face in the mirror shattered the last extravagant hope in my heart.
"Will you be called 'Zhang Hao' from now on?
The world of cultivation actually exists!
Is there any magic?
Is there any immortality?”
Although I have fantasized about time travel countless times, I am now at a loss.
He grabbed his thigh hard, and the severe pain made 'Zhang Hao' open his mouth wide, but he did not dare to make a sound.
Outside the door, there were faint sounds of footsteps and voices.
The left hand pressed the right hand, and the palm of the right hand pressed on the thigh. The warmth in the palm slowly eliminated the pain and gradually stabilized the mood.
Reason is recovering in a difficult and firm way.
The pain in my head was severe, and the two memories were colliding fiercely, just like a millstone, constantly crushing the little reason.
Looking at his childish face in the mirror again, Zhang Hao bared his teeth, stuck out his tongue, and winked: "Okay, it's good to be eighteen again.
Hey, this mirror is so strange!"
This is a round mirror with a handle. The handle is inlaid with pure and large 'gems', and the mirror has simple and exquisite light cyan 'patterns'.
The pattern starts from the 'jewel' and extends outward until it reaches 'underneath' the mirror surface.
The mirror surface... is actually suspended, like a fleeting reflection.
Zhang Hao was surprised. He gently poked the mirror surface, his fingers went directly into it and touched the slightly rough and cold silver mirror.
A little memory emerged: this is a 'living magic weapon', and the 'gem' is a cut low-level spiritual stone.
The patterns on the surface of the mirror are formation patterns; a small formation called "Mirror Technique" is arranged using a "spiritual material" called "Dark Iron".
"What a wonderful daily necessities. The world of cultivation is indeed wonderful."
Zhang Hao walked around the room carefully with his bare feet, observing.
The bedding on the bed is made of exquisite cotton textiles, and the curtains are made of brocade silk; the bed is exquisitely carved, with reliefs of dragons playing with beads.
The floor is a large white jade polished slab with blue and white flowers; walking barefoot on it feels warm, slightly cool, and refreshes your spirit.
On the purple-red Eight Immortals table exuding sandalwood, there is an exquisite tea tray, which contains a teapot, tea cups, and snacks; touch it gently and the teapot is slightly hot.
The tea tray is also a daily ritual instrument and has the function of keeping warm.
There are many items in the house, but they are well organized; calligraphy, paintings, jade carvings, books, pens and ink, etc. are all available; although the style is unprecedented, it is full of luxury.
If you look closely, you will find that there is a touch of floating dust on the surfaces of some furnishings, hangings, and in the corners of the room.
This should be a wealthy family that has declined, right? Or is it in trouble?
Zhang Hao returned to the bed, squatted with his head in his hands, desperately searching for relevant memories. The fragmented and chaotic memories finally combined some valuable information:
"Zhang Hao's" cultivation qualifications are not outstanding; he is only at the fifth level of Qi refining at the age of eighteen. Therefore, every once in a while, he will go to the "Zixu Temple" in Cuizhu Peak to pray for blessings.
Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened this time: praying for a blessing turned into a curse, or a curse on the soul - a very vicious kind.
Zhang Hao didn't know what happened next. He only knew that his 'father' Zhang Shengde was constantly running...until he traveled through time himself.
"That is to say, I got this time travel by praying for blessings~~~Pray for blessings~~~"
Zhang Hao looked up speechlessly and was immediately shocked:
On the ceiling, there is an elegant but exquisite picture of flying immortals.
On the Rainbow Bridge, a fairy fluttered her train and flew to the top of the white clouds; there, across the sky, there was a looming jade building:
Dragons, phoenixes, unicorns, luan cranes and white tigers, and legendary birds and beasts are among them; flat peaches, ginseng fruit trees, and abundant fruits; green lotuses and colorful fairy gourds complement each other.
Among the white clouds, there are fairies playing; above the Hongqiao, there are heavenly soldiers stationed.
Beyond the jade buildings and jade buildings, among the white clouds, there are spiritual mountains, beautiful waters, and strange peaks and emerald greens.
In the haze, a dreamlike world of flying immortals slowly unfolded before my eyes; I seemed to be stepping on white clouds and riding the wind.
Suddenly a headache and the collision of memories brought Zhang Hao back to reality.
"This is...an illusion?!"
Zhang Hao thought thoughtfully, "From daily necessities to decoration, there are traces of spiritual practice everywhere, with exquisite ingenuity and unique ingenuity. Comparing the memories, we can basically conclude that this was a prosperous age of spiritual practice."
Looking up at the Flying Immortal Picture again, Zhang Hao's confusion gradually subsided, and his heart gradually surged with great pride: I will leave an immortal mark on this sky!
So, as an outsider, what development path should you choose?
Looking at the picture of flying immortals, Zhang Hao fell into deep thought.
Suddenly, heavy footsteps outside the door woke Zhang Hao.
Taking a deep breath, I had to think about the current situation:
"Zhang Hao"'s father, Zhang Shengde, the head of the Zhang family, is a master of the Golden Elixir stage; the Zhang family is a small cultivation family... well... it belongs to an emerging business family, and its main industry is the smelting and sales of black iron.
Wait, the style is wrong!
This must be the world of cultivation, why are there "new business families" appearing?
The footsteps stopped at the door.
Zhang Hao's heart was in his throat.
Time seems to have frozen.
After a while, the door slowly opened; a tired, but steely figure came forward step by step, carefully holding a colorful glass gem in his hands.
Then...big eyes stared at small eyes.
Zhang Hao looked at the other party, his face was covered with fatigue, and his eyes had suppressed anger; but the look he looked at himself was full of regret, worry and care... there was also a little doubt, and endless surprises.
An uncontrollable impulse surged in his chest, and Zhang Hao couldn't help but speak, his voice low and excited: "Dad, I'm fine."
This must be the last obsession of the previous soul, just to report peace to his father. Zhang Hao was silent in his heart.
Anyway, since I have taken over this body, I will bear your responsibilities.
Your relatives are my relatives! Your family is also my family!
Your responsibility will be borne by me!
Zhang Shengde looked at Zhang Hao blankly, and carefully placed the "gem" in his hand on the table. He was excited but also a little unbelievable. He staggered towards Zhang Hao, gently grabbed Zhang Hao's hand, and inspected it carefully.
After a while, Zhang Shengde's eyes burst into brilliant light; he rushed to the bed, hugged Zhang Hao, and laughed excitedly: "Okay! Okay! Okay! My son is so blessed that no matter how vicious the curse is on his soul, it will not matter.
No."
Amidst the laughter, hot tears fell down.
"Dad, it's the child's fault that makes you and mother worried."
"It's not your fault." Zhang Shengde hugged Zhang Hao tightly, fearing to lose again, "It's all the Qian family's mischief."
"The Qian family?" Zhang Hao tried hard to search his memory, "The Qian family on the other side of the town?"
"Yes!" Zhang Shengde gritted his teeth and explained the matter.
Zhang Hao helped his father sit down, poured him a cup of tea, and listened quietly; from time to time he cleverly interspersed a few sentences to elicit more information:
This is a prosperous age for spiritual practice, with fierce competition; the demand for spiritual practice resources is almost a bottomless pit.
In such a prosperous era, everyone is doing their best to improve their combat effectiveness.
But spiritual practice cannot be achieved overnight, so how can we quickly acquire strong combat effectiveness?
Simple, your cultivation level is not enough to make up for it with magic weapons!
Once the magic weapon is used, it is not a dream for the golden elixir to completely destroy the Yuanying (although it is mostly windy and cold).
Such an environment has also contributed to the prosperity of business.
Among many commodities, the most representative cultivation resource is undoubtedly "Xuan Iron".
Black iron is the most widely used spiritual material and the most abundant spiritual material. Like the steel in another world, dark iron constitutes the main body of the magic world.
From luxurious life magic weapons, to high-end magic weapons, to large war magic weapons, etc., Xuan Tie can be seen everywhere.
As he spoke, Zhang Shengde sighed: "We and the Qian family are in the same town, mining the same black iron vein, and we are already at odds with each other.
Recently, our black iron smelting technology has made a huge breakthrough, but it has made the Qian family desperate and resort to any means."
"Dad, now that I'm awake, we can make the Qian family suffer a big loss!"
"It's too late!" Zhang Shengde sighed, "In exchange for this purification gem, I have handed over the black iron smelting technology."
Zhang Hao suddenly stood up; he wanted to say something, but couldn't;
Gradually, he sat down again.
The world of cultivation, families, sects, black iron, magical weapons, spiritual energy, formations... the memories of this world are rolling.
The world of science and technology, enterprises, universities, steel, machinery, electricity, circuits... the memories of another world are boiling.
Zhang Hao's eyes were a little dark, and he tapped his fingers unconsciously on the table, once, and again; the clicking sound echoed in the room.
A hazy idea appeared in Zhang Hao's mind and gradually became clear:
Graft scientific ideas into the world of practice and guide the development of your family!
First of all, let’s start with the family industry!
The 'emerging business families' are the most perfect 'rootstock' for grafting 'scientific ideas'.
Yes, just do it!
Zhang Hao stood up again, with bright eyes and an excited tone: "Dad, I have a vague idea that may help the family get out of trouble, or even go further.
But I need to understand the entire process of black iron smelting."
Zhang Shengde looked at Zhang Hao, his eyes full of doubts - he only thought that Zhang Hao was comforting him, maybe a little nonsense.
Zhang Hao responded with a firm gaze.
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