Chapter 248 The True Method of Controlling Water in the Underworld

Three days later, early in the morning.

As dawn broke, Chen Mo left the inn.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and a layer of milky white vapor floated on the Gan River, enveloping the entire town.

Without disturbing Boss Liu, he climbed out of the back window, released his kite in a deserted spot outside the town, and it took flight.

The kite flew low over the hills, and the morning breeze blew into my sleeves, bringing a refreshing coolness.

After flying for about half an hour, the outline of Ganzhou City came into view.

People came and went through the city gate, chattering in their local southern Jiangxi dialect.

Two policemen guarding the city gate, their hats askew, lazily glanced at the passersby, not even bothering to ask any questions.

As Chen Mo followed the crowd through the city gate and entered the pedestrian street, his brows suddenly furrowed slightly.

Across the street, a middle-aged man in a gray cotton jacket was looking down as he bought cigarettes.

The person looked ordinary, the kind you'd easily lose in a crowd, but a chilling aura emanated from him, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

It's like they've practiced some kind of evil technique.

A person who follows unorthodox paths.

Chen Mo remained calm and continued walking forward.

When he was almost at the alley where Li Jinrong's maternal grandmother lived, he suddenly stopped.

A person was standing under the old locust tree at the entrance of the alley.

He was a monk.

He was probably around forty years old, tall, and wearing a dark red kasaya.

A string of black Buddhist prayer beads hung around his neck, with Sanskrit characters faintly visible on them.

What bothered him even more was the smell emanating from the monk.

The sandalwood had a putrid stench mixed in, which was clearly not the proper kind.

The monk seemed to sense Chen Mo's gaze, opened his eyes, and glanced at him.

The two stared at each other for only two breaths before the other looked away, closed his eyes again, and continued chanting.

A monk? Could he be from Tennoji Temple?

Chen Mo muttered to himself, then turned and went into the alley without lingering.

When they arrived at the door of Li Pangzi's maternal grandmother's house, they raised their hands and knocked on the door.

An elderly woman with her hair in a bun opened the door. She recognized Chen Mo and smiled as she let him in.

Fatty Li was sitting at the octagonal table in the main room, drinking porridge. In front of him were two steamed buns and a bowl of sweet potato porridge.

She was wearing a loose silk robe, and her hair was messy, indicating that she had just gotten up.

Seeing Chen Mo come in, the fat man waved to him: "Uncle Chen, so early? Have you eaten yet? Have a seat."

Chen Mo sat down opposite him and took out a fake note from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"When you get back, please ask for leave from the East District Inspection Bureau and tell them that I have an urgent matter and may not be able to go back for another two weeks."

His suspension period is only one month, and he also needs to go to the historical site. He definitely won't be able to get back to Jinshi in time.

His identity as a member of the Inspection Bureau was still somewhat useful, and he didn't want to give it up for the time being.

Fatty Li put down his chopsticks, his brow furrowing. "Have you run into trouble? Do you need any help?"

"No need, just ask for leave for me."

Chen Mo waved his hand without explaining.

"become."

Fatty Li stared at him for two seconds, then picked up his bowl of porridge again and took a sip: "It just so happens that I'm going back to Jinshi tomorrow too."

"Going back so early?"

"There's nothing I can do, the old man is pressuring me."

The fat man sighed, looking listless.

"My sister is back from America, and my family is urging me to go back so we can have a get-together."

"There's been a bit of a mishap with business over there; a batch of goods got seized, so I have to go back and run some errands for him."

"I was planning to relax here for a few more days, but plans change, damn it..."

"Okay, be careful on your way."

Chen Mo patted him on the shoulder, "I won't see you off tomorrow. Come find me if you need anything after you get back to Jinshi."

"What a load of yarn."

Fatty Li grinned at him, then reverted to his carefree demeanor. "But you, taking such a long leave, did you get into some trouble?"

"Should we leave a few brothers to help you?"

"No need, it's just a personal matter, I'll be back as soon as I'm done."

"Alright then."

The fat man stopped asking questions. "Is half a month enough? Do you want me to ask for a few more days?"

"That should be enough."

Chen Mo looked down and estimated the time. If everything went smoothly, he would have enough time to get back to Jin City after leaving the secret realm.

"Alright, have a bowl of sweet potato porridge before you go. My grandma cooked it all morning, it's very thick."

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For the next few days, Chen Mo did not go out.

The upper room on the second floor of the Ganjiang Inn became his temporary retreat.

During the day, he cultivates the "Yellow Spring Water Control True Method," and at night he absorbs the moonlight to refine his true energy and deepen the fusion between his true energy and the black dragon's Xuanming evil energy.

This process takes time and patience; it cannot be rushed.

Chen Mo sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and looked inward. The dark cloud of malevolent energy in his dantian was slowly rotating and intertwined with the crescent moon above.

With each step of integration, the power within the body becomes more robust, and the control over magical power becomes more refined.

The Condensing Evil Realm, to put it simply, is the process of refining Qi with evil and nourishing evil with Qi.

He had just condensed a malevolent aura within his body, marking his formal entry into the realm of malevolent energy.

To reach the intermediate stage, one needs to completely integrate one's true energy and evil energy into one, making them inseparable.

At this stage, every bit of true energy in the body is tainted with the attribute of evil, and every move carries the power of evil energy, multiplying its strength.

The higher the degree of fusion between true qi and evil qi, the stronger one's power.

The higher the degree of fusion between true qi and evil qi, the stronger one's power.

Many independent cultivators are stuck in the initial stage their entire lives because they cannot find the evil energy that matches their cultivation method, or something goes wrong during the integration process, causing the evil energy to backfire.

At best, it damages the meridians; at worst, it destroys all one's cultivation.

In the later stages, one must manipulate the fused evil energy and true energy to temper one's internal organs little by little.

The heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys are tempered one by one, and the successful tempering of each organ brings about a qualitative leap.

Whether it's a strong physique, keen senses, or abundant vitality.

Once all five internal organs have been tempered and the physical body and true energy have reached a delicate balance, one can attempt the Hundred-Day Foundation Building stage to break through to the next major realm, the Foundation Building Realm.

Chen Mo has just successfully condensed his evil aura, and his initial foundation is not yet fully stable. He still has a long way to go before reaching the middle stage.

However, with the superior evil energy of the Black Dragon Xuanming Sha by his side, as well as the Heaven-rank cultivation technique of the Taiyin Chongxing Chapter, and the blessing of the Taiyin Body, his cultivation speed is already many times faster than that of ordinary cultivators.

"You can't rush it."

He silently warned himself.

In the path of cultivation, the most taboo thing is to be impatient and restless.

Outside the window, the autumn sun gradually rises, and the river surface glistens.

Chen Mo took a deep breath and took out the glass bottle containing the Yellow Spring True Water from his storage space.

The glass bottle was only the size of a thumb, yet it was surprisingly heavy.

He uncorked the bottle, and a chilling, bone-chilling aura wafted out, causing the room temperature to drop several degrees.

The heavy water encased the drop of Yellow Spring True Water, which slowly rolled within the glass bottle, emitting a jet-black luster.

Chen Mo held the bottle opening to his palm, and with a thought, the heavy water, mixed with real water, slowly flowed out and landed in his palm.

An overwhelming chill instantly spread from his palm, making the meridians of his entire arm feel as if they had been frozen.

Even when enveloped by layers of heavy water, the Yellow Spring True Water remains incredibly powerful and extremely lethal.

Without hesitation, he immediately activated his Yin energy to resist the chilling cold.

This drop of Yellow Spring True Water is a treasure of the Zhenyi Division, which he obtained by spending two thousand merit points.

The "True Method of Controlling Water in the Yellow Springs" is an ancient method of refining Qi through water systems, and its approach is extremely domineering.

He drew water from the Netherworld Yellow Springs into his body, and condensed his own Yellow Springs True Water in his dantian.

Ultimately, using true water as a foundation, he cultivated himself into the Yin God of the Yellow Springs and the Azure Heavens.

This water of the Yellow Springs can be used for both offense and defense; it is extremely yin and poisonous, and nothing can escape its corrosive power.

It can corrode anything it touches; iron melts upon contact, magical artifacts are damaged upon impact, and even a cultivator's protective magical shield is as thin as paper before the waters of the Yellow Springs.

Its defenses can transform into a curtain of water, extremely cold and icy, making it difficult for ordinary attacks to break through.

When cultivated to an extremely high level, one can even transform true water into Kui Water Divine Thunder.

Thunder is hidden in water, detonates silently, and possesses both corrosive and explosive power.

However, to get started, the first step is to refine a drop of Yellow Springs Water as a catalyst.

Ordinary cultivators, without the aid of true water, can only go to the banks of the River of Oblivion in their true form and sit in meditation day after day to comprehend the mysteries.

It may take three to five years, or even more than ten years, to barely get a grasp of the basics.

Therefore, this technique became almost legendary among ancient cultivators. Everyone knew it was powerful, but no one dared to practice it.

Even for those with exceptional talent, with the help of a master who uses the Yellow Springs True Water as a guide and infuses them with magical power, it would still take at least a year and a half to master the basics.

Chen Mo was quite lucky; he used his merit points at the Zhenyi Division to exchange for this drop of Yellow Spring True Water.

Even so, obtaining the true water is merely the ticket; the real path of cultivation has only just begun.

He took a deep breath and used his own magical power to envelop the drop of Yellow Spring True Water and began to refine it.

As soon as the true energy touched the true water, Chen Mo sensed something was wrong.

That chilling aura was extremely domineering; his Yin power was completely defeated in the face of it, as if he had encountered a natural nemesis.

Both are forms of Yin power, but the Yin power comes from the moonlight in the sky, while the Yellow Spring True Water comes from the Netherworld River. Their ranks are roughly equal.

The problem is that the Yin energy within him has only initially merged with the evil energy.

The Yellow Spring True Water, however, is a substance of extreme Yin from the Nine Netherworlds, condensed over countless years.

One is still growing, while the other has already achieved great success.

High judgment.

Chen Mo gritted his teeth and urged the black dragon Xuanming evil energy in his dantian.

The dark, malevolent clouds suddenly expanded, surging back with the power of the moon.

This time, the effect was completely different.

The combined power of the evil energy and the Yin energy, though less than 10% of the original power, was already enough to rival the Yellow Spring True Water.

The black true energy enveloped the wisp of true water layer by layer, like a black dragon coiling around its prey, slowly contracting.

However, the refining process was still extremely difficult.

Each time he refines a portion of the Yellow Spring True Water, it consumes more than ten times his magical power.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Chen Mo's forehead and slid down his cheeks.

Only then did he understand why this technique could only be practiced after reaching the Qi Condensation Realm.

If, before the condensation of evil, one only possessed pure Yin energy within their body, they would likely have already been devoured by the Yellow Spring True Water, their meridians severed, and their cultivation completely ruined.

Even now, with his cultivation at the early stage of Qi Condensation, refining this drop of true water is extremely difficult.

If we can wait until the mid-stage of the Qi Condensation Realm, when the power of Taiyin and the Black Dragon Xuanming Qi are completely integrated to form true Qi essence, the difficulty of refining this drop of Yellow Spring True Water will be reduced by at least 70%.

But he couldn't wait that long.

The Lost Realm waits for no one. The sooner we refine this drop of true water, the better our chances of entering the realm.

"Refine it for me!"

Chen Mo let out a low shout, urging all the true energy in his dantian to surge wildly into his palm.

Black Dragon Xuanming's evil aura erupted completely, and pitch-black evil energy overflowed from his body, forming a faint black mist around him.

The temperature in the room plummeted, and a thin layer of frost formed on the windowpane.

This is a war of attrition.

Chen Mo's true energy was rapidly depleted, and the cloud of malevolent energy in his dantian shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Time passed little by little.

Outside the window, the sun moved from the east to the center, and then from the center to the west.

Chen Mo sat cross-legged on the bed, motionless, as if frozen in place.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips were purple, and the black mist around him was sometimes thick and sometimes thin, his breathing was erratic.

In his palm, the trace of Yellow Spring True Water had been compressed to its limit, turning into a jet-black bead with a faint glimmer of light occasionally flashing across its surface.

Chen Mo opened his eyes, and the black bead was reflected in his pupils.

He took a deep breath, bit his tongue hard, and spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed in his palm.

The essence blood turned into a blood mist, enveloping the black bead.

This is a last resort.

Using one's own essence and blood as a guide, a forced imprint is created.

The blood mist seeped into the black bead, and the trace of Yellow Spring True Water trembled violently, emitting a silent wail.

A moment later, the trembling stopped.

The black bead slowly melted, seeping into the meridians through the pores of the palm, flowing down the meridians, and finally settling into the dantian.

Chen Mo was startled.

It became.

He let out a long breath, feeling completely exhausted, his whole body soaked in sweat, and he collapsed onto the bed.

Although that drop of Yellow Spring True Water was tiny, the power it contained startled him.

If the power of the moon is the cool, clear light of the moon in the sky, and the Black Dragon Xuanming Sha is the chilling cold of the abyss, then the Yellow Spring True Water is the desolation of the Yellow Springs in the underworld.

That smell reminded him of the taste of death.

"No wonder..." he muttered to himself, "No wonder this technique requires the Yellow Springs True Water as its foundation."

The first step in cultivating the "True Method of Controlling Water in the Yellow Springs" is to plant this seed within the body.

Now that the seed has been planted, the real cultivation has only just begun.

Chen Mo closed his eyes and looked inward, observing the changes in his dantian.

The drop of Yellow Spring True Water hovered beneath the baleful clouds, rotating quietly.

It maintains a subtle distance from the malevolent clouds, neither blending nor repelling them, clearly distinct.

This was different from what he had expected.

He originally thought that after refining it, the Yellow Spring True Water would merge with the power of Taiyin and the Black Dragon Xuanming Sha to form a brand new power.

But in reality, the true water simply stayed there quietly, unwilling to merge with its master's other powers.

"The integration of the evil energy is still insufficient."

Chen Mo seemed to be deep in thought.

The fusion rate between the power of Taiyin and the Black Dragon Xuanming Sha is less than 30%. This half-finished Sha Qi True Essence is already at its limit in suppressing True Water.

To truly harness the Yellow Spring True Water and fully integrate it with one's own magical power, one must wait until the mid-stage of the Condensing Evil Realm, after the Yin Power and Evil Qi have perfectly merged.

Only then, when the three share the same origin and roots, can they truly become one.

For now, as long as it works, that's fine.

Chen Mo drew the true water back into his dantian, and tried to activate and withdraw it several more times to familiarize himself with its properties.

The power of the Yellow Spring True Water was indeed terrifying. He only condensed a drop at his fingertip, and the surrounding air temperature dropped by more than ten degrees. The newly formed frost on the window frame became even thicker.

Even more terrifying was the stench of decay. A copper coin placed on the table was dented and pitted after being touched by the aura of the true water.

If attacked directly with real water, ordinary magical artifacts would probably disintegrate on the spot.

"It's a pity the quantity is too small." Chen Mo shook his head.

This trace of true water is fine for corroding small objects, but if used against an enemy, it will be exhausted after at most three uses.

He needs more of the energy of the Yellow Springs to strengthen this trace of true water.

Chen Mo sat cross-legged and, following the instructions in the cultivation method, focused his mind on his dantian, establishing a connection with that wisp of true water.

The water trembled slightly, as if in response to him.

The next moment, a strange sensation rose from my dantian.

He saw a river.

The river was pitch black and silent, with a gray mist covering both banks, obscuring its source and its end.

Dots of eerie green light floated on the river, like will-o'-the-wisps or some unknown creature.

The river flowed slowly, carrying an indescribable sense of loneliness.

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