Chapter 78: The Master of Divine Secrets
The capital of the Shang Dynasty was still very prosperous, with shops everywhere and people everywhere. Wang Nannan pulled the carriage and walked in it, which seemed a bit crowded.
He found an inn and asked for a room upstairs.
After more than ten days of traveling, he was a little tired and finally had a rest.
"Wang Chong, how many purple extreme demon insects have you reproduced?" Wang Nannan asked while lying on the bed.
He got out of Wang Nannan's body and released the purple extreme demon insects in his body.
The purple-black mist equivalent to the size of a person was running around in the guest room, which made Wang Nannan quite satisfied.
They devoured ordinary beasts, but they could reproduce so many, which was enough.
"Take advantage of the night to find the whereabouts of the cultivators in the capital." Wang Nannan ordered.
"Prioritize the palace and the mansions of the officials." Wang Nannan added that he remembered that some casual cultivators would become offerings to certain people in order to enjoy the wealth of the world, so these places had the greatest hope. As for those cultivators who lived in seclusion among the crowd, it all depended on fate!
Moreover, the spiritual energy in the body has been fully restored, and even if encountering enemies, there are means to protect oneself.
"Just don't come to the strong men above the middle stage of foundation building, but how could such strong men come to this place with thin spiritual energy!" Wang Nannan felt a little relieved and fell asleep.
Awakened by the king insect in the middle of the night, Wang Nannan knew something had happened.
The king insect guided the direction for him, and Wang Nannan quickly followed.
Wandering through the roofs like a knight, a large group of magnificent palaces appeared in front of him.
"The palace of the Great Yan Dynasty?"
"Did you really find this place?"
A sweep of the spiritual sense made Wang Nannan smile.
Deep in the palace, five middle-stage Qi training cultivators were each sitting in a place, and their auras were very obvious. The purple extreme demon insect had returned at this time and entered the king insect's body.
"Their lives are carefree." Wang Nannan was a little envious. The thin spiritual energy led to poor cultivation results, so the five people did not choose to practice, but played in the human world, accompanied by several maids, so lively.
He slightly activated his skills to avoid mortal warriors, and in a few steps he came to the residence of the strongest of the five.
Hearing the shouting inside, Wang Nannan politely knocked on the door.
"Go away, don't disturb this worshiper's good deeds." With a shout, the woman's voice stopped.
"Daoyou should be more polite." Wang Nannan pushed open the door, looked at the two naked people inside, waved his hand, and the candlelight was bright.
He found a chair to sit down and stared at the two people.
The lingering monk stopped, and he regretted it when he shouted.
How could he be a weak person who could come to his door without anyone noticing.
He pretended to be calm and put on a piece of clothes.
"Daoyou looks unfamiliar! Could it be that you are also here to seek wealth? It's easy, I'll go to the emperor to inform him." The monk walked to Wang Nannan and said, but still kept a certain distance.
"No! I really don't want to disturb you in the middle of the night, but I'm eager to go home, so I came to ask some questions." Wang Nannan also stated his purpose.
"Do you know where Shennong Gate is?"
The monk's eyes showed a little cruelty, but he quickly hid it and said, "Over there, hundreds of thousands of miles away."
"Do you have a map?"
"Yes."
"Can you give it to me?"
The monk looked at Wang Nannan like a fool. He wanted to get something for free, but he was so straightforward. He had no human feelings!
"I don't have any spiritual stones on me. Can you give me some too?" Wang Nannan understood what the other party meant.
"Why?" The monk was a little angry.
"Because I can spare your life."
The spiritual consciousness turned into flames and instantly wrapped the other party. This "Fire Meditation Method" that specifically burns spiritual consciousness was the first time Wang Nannan used it.
"The effect is good!" Wang Nannan commented. At this time, the monk had fallen to the ground and rolled in pain, without even the strength to resist.
The fire gradually went out, but other items in the room were not damaged at all.
The women on the bed had already been frightened and fainted.
"Daoyou, what do you think of my previous suggestion?"
"Senior, I can give you the things, but please let me go." The cultivator begged for mercy. The feeling of the soul being burned was too painful. No one would want to experience that kind of unspeakable pain a second time.
After a while, the map and three spirit stones were delivered to Wang Nannan.
Seeing Wang Nannan's unhappy face, the cultivator hurriedly explained, "I was born as a casual cultivator. I don't have many spirit stones. I have to practice in recent years. I only have these three spirit stones left."
"What about the other four people?"
"They are poorer than me." The cultivator was helpless. He was the strongest among the five. He had tried to extort spirit stones, but found that they were poor as hell.
"What is that?" Wang Nannan pointed to a book that fell when he took the map just now.
The cultivator brought the book to Wang Nannan, and Wang Nannan saw it clearly.
"Records of the Art of Heavenly Secrets"
"This is the inheritance of a first-class Heavenly Secret Master, but it is an incomplete version. I have practiced for several years but failed to enter the door, so I gave up." The cultivator said bitterly. He had spent a lot of time on this, otherwise he would have reached the late stage of Qi Refining.
Wang Nannan ignored him and recalled the records about the Heavenly Secret Master.
The inheritance of the Heavenly Secret Master is one of the hundred arts, and it has something to do with the fortune teller.
If you must make a metaphor, then the relationship between the puppet master and the weapon refiner is like the relationship between the fortune teller and the Heavenly Secret Art.
In other words, the fortune teller is a part of the Heavenly Secret Master.
The fortune teller is a cultivator who specializes in divination, while the Heavenly Secret Master is related to the Heavenly Dao and has a wide range of knowledge, including divination, numerology, physiognomy, concealing the secrets of heaven, calculation, etc.
It can be said that the inheritance of the Tianji Master is one of the hundred arts pursued by many great cultivators. It's a pity that this thing is rarely seen in the world, and most cultivators have never heard of it.
Wang Nannan was a little excited. He hadn't died yet, and it was easy for the leader of Shennong Sect to find out. If he could get the inheritance of the Tianji Art, then with the ability to conceal the secrets of the sky, Wang Nannan could live a worry-free life in the future.
"Where did this thing come from?" Wang Nannan was a little curious. I heard that the three major Jindan sects didn't have the inheritance of the Tianji Master, but I didn't expect to find it in the hands of a casual cultivator.
The monk hesitated and finally said helplessly, "My family had an elder a long time ago, a Tianji Master. Unfortunately, he offended a strong man and was surrounded and killed, leaving only fragments."
Wang Nannan nodded, put it close to his body like a treasure, and said to the monk again, "I am not an unreasonable person. I got such an opportunity from you today. What do you want?"
Wang Nannan did not intend to hurt the other party. After all, he was not a big devil. Whoever he caught would be killed...
The monk hesitated for a moment and said hesitantly, "Is there any elixir that can improve cultivation, or some good exercises..."
Unsure whether Wang Nannan would agree, the monk was still cautious.
Wang Nannan: "No elixir, but if you have spiritual medicine, I can help you refine it."
"As for the exercises! I'll give you a few books for the Qi Refining Period, and bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
