Chapter 176 Condensing True Seed
Chen Mo's gaze was fixed on the first few words.
Thousand-year-old stalactites.
He happened to have a bottle in his hand.
It was found in the cellar of the Hou family mansion, in a white jade bottle. At the time, it seemed to be full of life and was intended to be used as a blood pack.
I never expected it could be used as a seed-forming agent.
"Millennial stalactites are the essence of stalactites that have dripped and condensed over a thousand years, possessing the power of creation by heaven and earth and containing innate life-giving energy. Cultivators can draw upon its power for seed condensation, foundation building, healing, and meridian renewal. At your current level, one drop is enough."
Chen Mo's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly suppressed it.
"Will this stuff... have any side effects?"
The mirror-like surface shimmers with light:
"Heavenly treasures are born in accordance with nature, but used against nature. Stone milk is warm and moist, and does not conflict with the Yin energy. There is only one thing to be careful about: after stone milk enters the body, the life energy will be activated on its own. If the dantian cannot withstand it, the meridians will feel a tearing pain."
"Use stalactite."
After making his decision, Chen Mo's heartbeat calmed down.
"Liu Ruyan, you stay here and guard the house. I have to go home for a while. If there's any news, come to my house to find me."
After becoming the team leader, he didn't even bother to come up with a reason for skipping work anymore.
Liu Ruyan looked at him for two seconds, didn't ask any more questions, and just nodded, "Okay, I'll have someone come find you if anything comes up."
Chen Mo picked up the car keys from the table and twirled them between his fingers.
"I'm gone."
He waved his hand without turning his head, his leather shoes making a slow, deliberate sound on the wooden floor.
Liu Ruyan watched his figure disappear around the corner of the corridor, then lowered her head and continued flipping through the case files. After flipping through two pages, she stopped, unscrewed the pen cap and screwed it back on, and finally threw the pen on the table.
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Ten minutes later, the black Ford came to a steady stop at the entrance of East Street, standing out conspicuously against the surrounding environment.
Fang Yingxia, along with Qian Mantang and Zhao Shouxin, passed by the car and glanced inside with a puzzled look.
I didn't see the person in question.
"That guy skipped work again."
She pursed her lips, muttered something under her breath, and led the two of them toward the end of the street, which was the territory of the Chang Le Gang.
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Upon returning home, Chen Mo immediately locked the front door and drew the curtains.
The light in the room dimmed, leaving only a sliver of light filtering through the gap in the curtains, drawing a thin white line on the floor.
Chen Mo took the egg-sized fragment of the dragon vein out of his storage space and held it in his palm. The surface of the fragment glowed with a faint yellow light in the darkness.
Even a piece the size of a fingernail of this stuff would be enough to exchange for a life on the black market for cultivation items.
He then took out eight copper coins from the bedside table drawer. The coins were dark and round on the outside and square on the inside, with smooth and shiny edges.
Each one is engraved with seal script characters, the characters as fine as mosquito legs, arranged in three circles around the square hole.
These are not ordinary copper coins, but Five Emperors Coins used to set up the formation, which were borrowed from Fatty.
Chen Mo stood barefoot in the center of the bedroom, using himself as a base, and placed the copper coins one by one on the ground.
The first coin is placed in the north-facing Kan position, with the coin face up and the square hole facing the foot of the bed.
The second coin is placed in the northeast (Gen) position, with the reverse side facing up and the square hole pointing diagonally towards the corner of the wall.
The third one, the fourth one, the fifth one...
Chen Mo's footwork became faster and faster, and the copper coins he placed were all facing different directions.
Some coins face up, some face down, and some with square holes facing east; at first glance, there seems to be no pattern.
If someone were to stand on the ceiling and look down, they would see that the eight copper coins form a complete Bagua (Eight Trigrams) pattern.
Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui each occupy their proper positions, without the slightest deviation.
The lines formed by the eight copper coins drew a precise circle on the wooden floor, with a diameter of exactly three meters and three fen, just enough to enclose the entire bed and the small open space in front of it.
The circular edge was flush against the wall, with the furthest coin less than three inches from the wall.
The range of this formation was exactly the same, covering the entire bedroom.
Chen Mo sat cross-legged at the center of the circle, placing the dragon vein fragment half a foot in front of him.
With a slight flick of his index finger, pale purple true energy seeped from his fingertip, drawing an arc in mid-air before landing precisely on the dragon vein fragment.
The fragments trembled, emitting a low hum.
At the same time, all eight copper coins lit up simultaneously.
A dim, silvery-white light emanated from the coin and flowed slowly along its edge.
The yin energy surrounding the house, including the underground energy, was gradually drawn out by the formation, turning into wisps of grayish-white mist that flowed along the patterns of the seal script into the dragon vein fragments at the center.
The Yin energy has arrived.
Compared to the amount at night, the amount during the day is far too little.
Chen Mo opened his eyes and glanced at the light streaming in from the window, which was blindingly white and carried a sense of oppression.
At this hour, the sun has risen high in the sky, and it is the hottest time of day.
The Yin energy is the essence of the moonlight, the purest and most yin primordial power in the universe.
During the day, when the sun is high in the sky and the yang energy is blazing, the yin energy is suppressed deep underground. No matter how hard it tries to emerge, it can only seep out a pitiful sliver.
However, one line is enough.
He is currently only at the stage of condensing the true seed, and his need for the Taiyin energy is not great. The purpose of setting up the formation is simply to create a Yin-attribute environment conducive to breakthrough.
He is currently only at the stage of condensing the true seed, and his need for the Taiyin energy is not great. The purpose of setting up the formation is simply to create a Yin-attribute environment conducive to breakthrough.
With everything ready, Chen Mo did not act immediately, but first reviewed the part about seed condensation in the "Taiyin Chongxing Chapter" in his mind.
Condensing the True Seed is the first true hurdle on the Path of Taiyin.
Opening the Yin Acupoints is simply drawing Qi into the body, storing the Yin Qi in the acupoints, much like pouring water into a cup.
The True Seed is different; it determines the cultivator's future path.
Chen Moning's is a Taiyin True Seed, which contains the origin of Taiyin power.
Once he successfully condenses it, he can only follow the path of Yin Cold and Moonlight from now on; he cannot change course midway to play with something like Blazing Fire Burning the Sky.
Chen Mo took a deep breath and took out the white jade bottle from his pocket.
The bottle is only about the size of two thumbs and feels warm to the touch.
He uncorked the bottle, and a refreshing fragrance immediately wafted out, like the morning air in the deep mountains, carrying the scent of dew and moss. Just one whiff felt like a cleansing of the lungs.
Chen Mo leaned closer to the bottle opening and took a look. There was about half a bottle of milky white liquid inside, which was thick and slowly flowing at the bottom of the bottle.
One drop is enough.
He tilted the bottle, and a drop of stalactite trembled as it slid out and landed on the tip of his tongue.
In that instant, he felt as if he had swallowed a star.
The stony milk melts in your mouth, has no taste, but a cool sensation rushes from the back of your tongue straight to your throat and down your esophagus.
The place it passed through seemed to have been washed by a clear spring, cool and refreshing, with an indescribable sense of comfort.
As the breath passed through his chest, he could clearly feel his heart being gently lifted by something, and the rhythm of its beating changed.
It becomes more powerful and more stable, like giving the heart a more powerful engine.
The stalactite entered the stomach.
A gentle yet powerful vitality burst forth from the depths of his dantian.
Chen Mo was startled...