Seeing this situation, Xiaopang was not surprised but overjoyed, because he had already checked the relevant classics and knew that only treasures that can automatically absorb blood essence can be used to refine innate magic weapons. Treasures without this ability are either of insufficient grade or It just already has a master and cannot be refined. In other words, since it can absorb its own blood essence, it proves that it can indeed be refined into a magic weapon of its own.
The little fat man was so happy that he didn't even bother to bandage his wounds. He quickly held the beads and gathered all the innate spiritual energy in his body for refining. As Song Zhong's spiritual energy slowly poured into the bead, Song Zhong felt that he had established an inexplicable connection with it.
Two hours later, Song Zhong opened his eyes again, and the beads in his hand had disappeared. But he was in no hurry. Because he could clearly feel that the thing had sneaked into his Dantian and officially merged with him.
Song Zhong thought about it, and the black beads immediately appeared on the top of his palm, spinning slowly, and their appearance did not change at all. Xiaopang discovered to his dismay that he still hadn't figured out how to use it.
In desperation, Song Zhong had no choice but to probe into it with his spiritual thoughts. However, when Xiaopang's spiritual thoughts came into contact with the beads, Song Zhong suddenly felt confused. The next moment, he was surprised to find that he had arrived in a strange space.
This place is not big, only one foot in diameter. It is surrounded by a standard spherical shape. There is a little light above, and some small particles like stars are shining. The ground under your feet is loess several feet in diameter, and in the middle is a piece of Two feet in diameter of black earth.
Xiaopang stood in this space, feeling extremely disappointed. There are no exotic treasures here, not even any spiritual energy, so it is not suitable for cultivation at all. The only thing that stood out was the black soil. Song Zhong grabbed a handful and looked at it. Apart from the color, he didn't find anything strange, and there was also no aura at all.
What a joke! Xiaopang thought with a depressed smile, "I'm afraid this is a space item that someone made casually, and just threw it away because it was too rubbish." But unexpectedly, my parents took me back as a treasure and even played a trick on me! I actually refined such garbage and used it as my only magic weapon! Am I that bad? '
In fact, it's no wonder that Xiaopang is frustrated. The most common dimension bag is about one or two feet in diameter, which is almost the same as Song Zhong's dimension. In other words, if Xiaopang uses the most common and rubbish space bag in the world of cultivation as a magic weapon, of course he will be depressed.
'Well, having a space bag is better than nothing! At this point, Xiaopang could only comfort himself and said, "At least the most rubbish space bag is worth a lot of spiritual stones. With my current ability, I will never be able to afford it in my lifetime!" '
Although Xiaopang comforted himself in this way, he still felt a huge blow after ten years of anticipation and more than eight hours of hard work every day, and finally ended up like this, which suddenly cut off the path of cultivation. So much so that he had no intention of continuing to practice, but fell directly onto the bed and fell asleep.
When Xiaopang woke up the next day, he was surprised to find that it was already dusk the next day. He had slept all day because of this blow, and he didn't even have time to eat lunch.
Although he has cut off the path of cultivation, Xiaopang has no plans to commit suicide yet, and he still wants to persist in living. And if he wants to survive, he can't give up his job of picking up garbage. Therefore, no matter how hungry he is now, he cannot go to eat right away. He must complete his task first. Otherwise, the supervisor who has long disliked him will definitely use this excuse to drive him down the mountain.
Therefore, even though Xiaopang was exhausted physically and mentally, he could only get up immediately and hurried to the Talisman Training Hall. After hurriedly and slowly arriving at the Talisman Training Hall, Xiaopang suddenly remembered that he had forgotten one thing, which was to bring an empty basket.
Because according to the process, he must leave the empty basket and take away the garbage. Otherwise, he can only take out the garbage and return the empty basket. In that case, he will have to make one more trip. But it’s just a hundred miles away! If we add the other two halls, we will have to travel an extra three hundred miles. In this way, I'm afraid it will be dark when he finishes his work, and there will definitely be no leftovers in the canteen.
Xiaopang didn't want to continue to starve after running hundreds of miles, so in a hurry, he suddenly remembered the natal magic weapon he had just refined. In any case, the space in that bead is not small, and it can hold ten baskets of garbage without any problem.
Thinking of this, Xiaopang's eyes lit up, and he immediately tried to pick up a basket of garbage full of discarded charms. With a thought, the basket of garbage disappeared instantly. Relying on his special connection with his natal magic weapon, Song Zhong immediately noticed that the garbage basket had entered that space.
'Haha, there is a door! When the little fat man saw this, he immediately went to his own magic weapon excitedly, then dumped the garbage on the ground and went out with the empty basket.
After sending the two baskets of garbage into the natal magic weapon, Xiaopang left the Talisman Training Hall and went straight to the Alchemy Training Hall. While on the road, Xiaopang secretly thought that although this natal magic weapon was a little useless, it was still of some use. In the past, I had to go back and forth between the gutter and the three halls three times. But with this device, I only need to collect all the garbage from the three halls and then go to the gutter. This saved me hundreds of miles at least.
After thinking about it, Xiaopang finished running three halls. By then, the sky was getting dark. According to the procedure, he should have gone to the gutter to take out the garbage first. However, if I go to the gutter again at this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat. Anyway, Xiaopang's job is just to clean up the garbage in the three halls. Now that the task is completed, it doesn't matter if he goes to the gutter for a while, no one will care about it.
Therefore, after Xiaopang left the weapon refining hall, he did not go to the gutter, but hurried to the cafeteria. Just in time to catch up with the last leftovers left for him by a buddy. The little fat man who had been hungry all day wolfed down all the leftovers. Because he was too hungry, he was a little full after eating, and he was also a little tired from running so much. Xiaopang thought for a while and finally did not go to the gutter. Instead, he said goodbye to the buddy and returned to his hut to rest. Anyway, the garbage has been disposed of, so it doesn't matter if I stay in the magic treasure for a little longer.
After returning to his dilapidated hut, Xiaopang meditated according to his previous habits. Half an hour passed, and Xiaopang regained his innate aura and felt much better.
If Song Zhong had followed his usual habits, he would have started practicing directly. But now that he knows that there is no hope for him in cultivation, how can he still engage in boring meditation? But after such leisure, he didn't know how to relieve his loneliness. Ten years of solitary self-cultivation had already made him an isolated person, with few friends and not even a pet. So much so that I can’t find anything to talk to now.
In boredom, Xiaopang once again thought of his own magic weapon. Is that thing really rubbish? Could it be that his parents were really deceived by a piece of garbage? Is my whole life ruined like this? Am I destined to be bullied forever? Every time Xiaopang thinks about this, he feels extremely unwilling.
No, I have to take another look. Maybe there is something good hidden inside, but I didn’t find it! Thinking of this, Xiaopang's mind moved, and his body appeared in that space again.
As soon as Xiaopang appeared, he immediately felt a spiritual energy rushing towards his face. Although the concentration of the spiritual energy was not very high, not even as strong as the spiritual energy of the cabin where he lived outside, it was indeed a spiritual energy.
Wait, Reiki! After Song Zhong felt the spiritual energy, he was immediately shocked, because the last time he came here, he clearly couldn't feel any spiritual energy, not even a trace! Why is there spiritual energy inside in just one day? Could spiritual energy be generated automatically here
Thinking of this, Xiaopang hurriedly sat down cross-legged to meditate, and then used his spiritual consciousness to carefully observe this weird space. Since this is where Song Zhong's natal magic weapon is located, and it is connected with Xiaopang's mind, for Song Zhong, everything here is under control. He can even let his spiritual consciousness enter the land here at will and feel the innermost changes.
Under Xiaopang's exploration, the true face of this space gradually appeared in front of Xiaopang. It turns out that this space is actually a standard spherical shape, with a diameter of a little more than one foot, one-third of which is soil, and the weird black soil in the middle is a column, two feet in diameter and about three feet high.
The entire space was filled with spiritual energy. After Xiaopang's spiritual consciousness swept through it, he soon discovered that the spiritual energy was emanating from the black soil in the middle.
After finding the source, Xiaopang immediately woke up and opened his eyes to take a look. I found that the black soil in the middle had been completely covered by the garbage I threw. Now that we know that black soil is a treasure that can emit spiritual energy, how can Xiaopang still allow it to be covered with garbage
Without saying a word, he hurried over and pulled the garbage aside, revealing the true nature of the black soil. After scanning with his spiritual consciousness, he found that there were several sources of spiritual energy under the black soil. With excitement, Song Zhong reached into the black soil and grabbed it, and immediately felt that he had touched something cottony and slippery.
Xiaopang suddenly felt happy and said to himself, haha, it turns out there is a treasure, let’s see where you run this time!
Thinking of this, he hurriedly exerted his strength and pulled the thing out. However, when Song Zhong took a closer look, he was dumbfounded. It turned out that the treasure in his hand was just a broken talisman that had been used.
Talismans are commonly used props for cultivators. They can be used to directly release powerful spells, eliminating the need for intermediate spell casting processes, which is very convenient. Therefore, almost all cultivators carry it. After the spell is used, although most of the spiritual power has been released, a small part still remains in the spell, slowly dissipating over time.
The talisman in Xiaopang's hand was a used talisman. It was the garbage he had just collected from the Talisman Training Hall today. Apparently it was pressed into the black soil by other garbage thrown in from behind, and then became the source of spiritual energy dissipation.
At this time, Xiaopang was surprised. Although the discarded talisman was to gradually dissipate the spiritual energy, the speed was not fast, at least not so much in just over an hour. It was almost gone. Moreover, after repeated observations, Xiaopang found that the talisman in his hand was in tatters, with round holes formed in many places, as if it had been buried in the soil for hundreds of years. But this is obviously the garbage I just collected today