Chapter 3 New Felt Energy

A long time after Zhou Dingyun left, Su Zimo heaved a long sigh of relief. His face was slightly pale.

Although the confrontation was short, it was extremely dangerous. Fortunately, everything was within his calculations.

During his conversation with Shen Meng Qi, Su Zimo heard a detail. She and Zhou Dingyun would only leave Ping Yang Town with Perfected Cang Lang tomorrow.

Su Zimo expected that Zhou Dingyun would definitely seek revenge tonight!

It was not that Su Zimo did not think of asking the Su residence for help. However, other than implicating the Su residence, there would not be any change in the outcome.

This was because Zhou Dingyun could not be killed.

He was no longer the ruffian he used to be. He was someone who was about to join the immortal sect. Once he died, Perfected Cang Lang would definitely come for revenge. Who would be able to stop him then?

Su Zimo had never killed anyone before. However, Just Now, when the sharp knife pierced Zhou Dingyun's throat, he did not feel nervous, timid or fearful at all. Instead, he felt excited and eager to give it a try.

He did not care if the sky collapsed or the earth collapsed tomorrow. He would just kill this bully and vent his anger. That would be a true satisfaction!

Su Zimo's murderous aura was not faked. This was because just now, he almost could not control himself and stabbed Zhou Dingyun with the knife!

For the first time, Su Zimo realized that the blood flowing in his body was not the blood of a scholar. It was more like the blood of an iron-blooded general on the battlefield. It was more like a ruffian in the pugilistic world.

His scholarly achievements could not subdue the villain. Instead, it was the sharp knife in his hand that forced him to retreat.

"Ten years of hard work could not even compare to the sharpness of a sharp knife."

Su Zimo laughed self-deprecatingly. "A scholar is useless. That's all there is to it."

Su Zimo returned to his room and threw the sharp knife aside. He lay on the bed but did not feel sleepy at all.

He was worried about one thing.

Given Zhou Dingyun's character, he would definitely return to Ping Yang Town after his cultivation was successful and avenge today's humiliation!

That would be his doom.

It might be a month, a year or even ten years.

No matter what, Zhou Dingyun would definitely return!

Su Zimo clearly knew this, but today he had no choice but to let the tiger return to the mountain.

This was because if he killed Zhou Dingyun, he would die the next day. If he let Zhou Dingyun go, he would at least have a glimmer of hope.

This glimmer of hope was that before Zhou Dingyun completed his cultivation and returned, he would be able to obtain the power to fight against him.

However, was that even possible?

What was a spiritual root?

Why didn't he have a Spirit Root?

Why couldn't one cultivate without spiritual roots?

Why ...

Su Zimo's mind was in a mess. He was filled with curiosity towards the Immortal Sect and confusion towards the future.

Unknowingly, Su Zimo's eyelids grew heavy, and he fell asleep in a daze.

Su Zimo had a strange dream.

In his dream, an immortal whispered in his ear, "Do you want to cultivate?"

Of course Su Zimo wanted to.

There had never been a moment when he craved power as much as he did now.

However, Su Zimo felt that something was wrong.

Not long after, Su Zimo woke up with a start and sat up abruptly. His eyes were filled with shock and uncertainty. Unknowingly, his back was drenched in cold sweat.

He finally realized what was wrong.

This was not a dream!

Someone was really asking him - Do you want to cultivate?

Su Zimo got up and opened the door. He saw a scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Beside the peach tree in the courtyard, a beautiful lady in a blood-red robe stood there. Her beautiful eyes were rippling as she looked at him quietly.

Unknowingly, the dark clouds had dispersed. The moonlight was like water, and the peach blossoms were falling. The lady stood in the midst of it, as if she was surrounded by mist. She did not look like a mortal.

"Do you want to cultivate?"

Die Yue spoke again. Her voice was gentle with a hint of laziness. It was extremely pleasant to listen to.

Su Zimo took a deep breath and gradually regained his composure. Countless questions surged in his heart, but he only said one word, "Yes."

"Alright, I'll teach you," Die Yue's tone was casual, as if she was teaching Su Zimo how to dress and eat.

Su Zimo walked down the stone steps and came before Die Yue, gazing at those eyes that were as clear as spring water.

Die Yue was looking at him as well.

After a while, Su Zimo realized that the lady before him was like a riddle that he could not see through at all.

On the contrary, under Die Yue's gaze, Su Zimo felt that he had nowhere to hide and there were no secrets to speak of.

For a moment, Su Zimo's mind was enlightened. Die Yue knew everything that happened to him today.

She even knew what he was thinking!

"I don't have spirit roots," Su Zimo finally spoke after a while.

"There's a cultivation technique that doesn't require spirit roots."

"What cultivation technique?" Su Zimo asked instinctively.

"A cultivation technique of the demon race!" Die Yue's eyes shone with a strange light.

Su Zimo's expression changed and he could not help but take half a step back.

Even though he knew nothing about cultivation, Su Zimo knew that humans and demons were different. In the legends that he had heard, there were many stories of demons and demons harming people.

Could it be that he had to cultivate a cultivation technique of the demon race and become a murderous demon?

But after a short moment of silence, Su Zimo had already made up his mind.

"I'll learn."

Su Zimo did not know what he would become in the future, but he knew that if he did not grasp this opportunity, he would definitely die when Zhou Dingyun returned. There was no need to talk about the future.

Die Yue was not surprised, as if she had expected Su Zimo to agree. She continued, "If you want to learn this cultivation technique of the demon race, you have to promise me two things. First, don't ask about my background. I'll teach and you'll learn. Second, you can't tell anyone about this cultivation technique. "

"Alright," Su Zimo nodded.

Die Yue continued, "There's one more thing. If you want to cultivate this cultivation technique, you will experience unimaginable dangers. You could lose your life at any time. Don't count on me to save you."

Su Zimo smiled faintly, "Life and death are fated. Riches and honor are determined by the heavens."

"If you have any doubts, ask away," Die Yue smiled.

This was the first time in two years that Su Zimo saw Die Yue's smile. He was stunned and lost in thought.

But in the blink of an eye, Su Zimo's eyes regained clarity. He asked in a low voice, "What is a spirit root? What is cultivation? Why did Perfected Cang Lang say that one cannot cultivate without a spirit root? "

"Cultivation can also be called cultivation. There are three ancient sects of cultivation in the human race – immortal, Buddhist and demon. The so-called spirit root is what the immortal sects call it. The Buddhist sects call it the wisdom root and the demon sects call it the demon seed. As a human, if one does not have a spirit root, one cannot enter these three sects. "

Su Zimo understood that Die Yue was implying that one does not need a spirit root to cultivate to become a demon.

Die Yue continued, "Humans have five senses: sight, hearing, smell, taste and touch. The spirit root is equivalent to the sixth sense and is the key to sensing the spirit energy of the world."

Su Zimo was enlightened.

Without a spirit root, one cannot 'see' the spirit energy of the world and naturally cannot cultivate.

Su Zimo asked again, "Is there a difference in cultivation? What is Perfected Cang Lang's cultivation level?"

"The immortal sects can be divided into Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, Jin Dan and Nascent Soul ... He is a Jin Dan cultivator. Demon, immortal, demon and Buddhist cultivation all have different levels but ultimately, they all lead to the same destination. But no matter what, the Dao of Pills is a natural barrier that must be crossed. There are as many cultivators as there are stars in the sky but half of them are stuck in the Dao of Pills with no hope of ever reaching it. "

"Cultivation is a heaven-defying act of seizing the destiny of the world. Stepping into the Dao of Pills means breaking free from the shackles of the world for the first time and one's lifespan can be extended to 500 years. As the saying goes, once a Jin Dan is swallowed, one will know that one's fate is not in the hands of the heavens! "

Die Yue said, "The cultivation technique of the demon race is divided into nine sections. The first section is Body Tempering, the second is Tendons Transformation, the third is Bones Strengthening, the fourth is Marrow Cleansing, the fifth is Organs Refinement, the sixth is Orifices Clearing and the seventh is Core Formation. If you want revenge, you have to cultivate to the seventh section."

"What is the name of this cultivation technique?" Su Zimo asked.

"The Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness."

Su Zimo's heart skipped a beat. Just by hearing these words, there was a murderous aura that was suffocating.

"The first section of The Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness, Body Tempering, can be divided into two levels, Skin Tempering and Flesh Tempering. They correspond to different breathing techniques and movements."

A demonic glint flashed across Die Yue's eyes. Immediately after, a few long and mysterious incantations appeared in Su Zimo's mind.

There were no celestial mountains and clear waters, no blessed grotto-heavens and no jade palaces. In this inconspicuous courtyard, under this peach blossom tree in full bloom, Su Zimo began his cultivation!

It seemed casual and coincidental, as though it was fated.

Before long, under Die Yue's guidance, Su Zimo felt that his breathing was gradually different from usual.

It did not seem like a human's breathing technique.

After repeated corrections and practice, Su Zimo gradually found a feeling.

Under this breathing technique, his body felt warm. His flesh and blood seemed to be burning and boiling, turning into endless essence that surged to the surface of his body.

Su Zimo felt a tingling sensation on his skin.

"This Skin Tempering breathing technique was taken from the Wild Bull Demon King. It can be practiced regardless of whether you are walking, sitting or lying down. Bulls have a strong nature and tough skin. It is difficult to pierce through it with swords. You can slowly experience it yourself. "

Seeing that Su Zimo's breathing was gradually returning to normal, Die Yue returned to the room and did not disturb him.

Su Zimo was already immersed in this mysterious breathing technique. With every breath, he could clearly feel that his skin was becoming rougher, tougher and stronger.

The night gradually faded.

However, Su Zimo did not know how much time had passed. He even forgot where he was and was only comprehending the incantations and breathing techniques.

Just as the first ray of sunlight broke through the horizon, Su Zimo's body trembled. Suddenly, he felt as though there were two extremely hard objects sticking out of his head and shooting towards the sky!

At this moment, Su Zimo seemed to have really transformed into an unparalleled bull demon, engulfing the heavens and earth!

"Hmm?"

Die Yue, who was originally sitting quietly in the room, was startled. Her gaze penetrated the wall and landed on Su Zimo.

"You actually comprehended the essence of it so quickly? Ha ... you are a genius in demonic cultivation. It is not a waste for me to give you this opportunity. " A look of admiration flashed across Die Yue's eyes. Without any movement, she appeared in the courtyard in front of Su Zimo.

Bam!

Su Zimo, who was immersed in cultivation, was suddenly hit by an external force. He flew far away and naturally stopped his breathing.

Su Zimo climbed up from the ground and felt a little dizzy. He looked around and saw that there was no one else in the courtyard.

Su Zimo frowned and looked at Die Yue who was not far away.

"Do you want to die?" Die Yue had long hidden the admiration in her eyes and said coldly.

"What?" Su Zimo was stunned.

Die Yue waved her sleeves and a sparkling water mirror appeared in front of Su Zimo.

Su Zimo was dumbfounded. This method was beyond his understanding.

But when Su Zimo saw his own appearance in the water mirror, the shock in his eyes turned into horror!

"How can this be?"

Su Zimo's figure was thin to begin with. But in the water mirror, he was much thinner than before. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was as thin as a match.

If not for those familiar facial features and the contours of his face, Su Zimo would not have dared to believe that the person in the water mirror was himself.

"No matter what kind of cultivation it is, power will not be produced out of thin air. The immortal, Buddhist and fiend sects absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into their bodies. Some demons with some cultivation can also absorb the essence of the sun and moon to temper their bodies. But you have not reached that realm. Every time you breathe, you are refining the essence of your own flesh and blood. If you continue cultivating like this, you will die in less than three days. "

"Then what should I do?" Su Zimo was shocked.

"Naturally, you will consume flesh and blood to replenish your essence before cultivating."

At the mention of food, Su Zimo's stomach began to growl. An uncontrollable sense of hunger engulfed his entire body, almost driving him crazy.

Su Zimo strode straight to the kitchen. In less than 15 minutes, everything that could be eaten in the kitchen was forcefully stuffed into Su Zimo's stomach. Only then was his hunger slightly appeased.

At this moment, Su Zimo realized that he did not feel tired at all even though he did not sleep for the entire night. Instead, he was full of energy and his every move was filled with power.

Su Zimo picked up the thin metal basin beside him and pinched it hard with his fingers.

On the metal basin, there were a few clear fingerprints!

"Hiss! So powerful? "

Su Zimo was secretly shocked.

Su Zimo was suddenly filled with confidence for the future. He had only cultivated for one night and there was already such a huge change.

"I think that even if Zhou Dingyun returns from the immortal sects, I will still have the ability to fight with him."

At this moment, Su Zimo still did not know how terrifying The Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness was. This cultivation technique was actually a supreme demonic classic that could control Yin and Yang, seize creation, change heaven and earth and twist Qi. It did not belong to this world.