Choice

Old Man Xiang lit a stick of incense.

Then he bowed to the Soul Banner again.

Afterward, he channeled his internal qi through the meridians in his palm into the Venerable Soul Banner.

After consuming a Yin Soul Pill, Old Man Xiang had indeed become stronger.

He desperately hoped to obtain a second one.

Since the treasure required internal qi, he would supply it.

He continued until all his internal qi was depleted.

The small black banner then spat out another black bead the size of an egg.

Old Man Xiang carefully held it in his palm.

This undoubtedly solidified his belief that the treasure could indeed produce more heaven and earth treasures that could increase a person's strength.

The prerequisite for all of this was internal qi.

"Not bad, you're quick on the uptake."

Tu Shan Jun was very satisfied with Old Man Xiang's comprehension ability.

If this continued, once his magic power was sufficient, Tu Shan Jun could perform the Dream Entry technique and pull Old Man Xiang into a dream.

Cooking, eating.

The medicinal herbs he usually couldn't bear to use were all brewed.

Old Man Xiang looked at the qi and blood replenishing medicines he had made, his expression somewhat dazed.

These were originally meant to lay a good foundation for Xiang Wen.

Now they were no longer needed.

With his qi and blood replenished and having eaten, he had regained his strength.

Once his internal qi recovered a bit, he lit the heated bed and sat cross-legged on it in the Five Hearts Facing Heaven posture.

Old Man Xiang took another Yin Soul Pill.

A piercing coldness drilled into his heart and gnawed at his bones.

It felt as if it could freeze a person's flesh and blood directly into ice.

The heat from the heated bed rose, enveloping Old Man Xiang.

The cold and heat interacted, neutralizing each other, as Old Man Xiang circulated his family's martial arts mental cultivation method.

Internal qi surged along his meridians.

An unknown, pure power integrated into his meridians, settling into his dantian and transforming into internal qi.

Old Man Xiang did not faint.

He withstood the erosion of the Yin Soul Pill.

The internal qi in his dantian visibly grew stronger.

The internal qi, in turn, nourished his body, warming his old injuries while strengthening his physique.

The newly added vigorous strength actually integrated directly into his five organs.

Boom!

Old Man Xiang felt as if he had opened a great door.

The door he had been unable to enter for so long.

The Viscera Refining Realm.

Which was the realm of First-Rate Experts in this world.

Two Yin Soul Pills had directly allowed a Second-Rate Expert past his peak to achieve First-Rate status and enter the Viscera Refining Realm.

His internal qi flowed endlessly, and his five organs formed a cycle.

Old Man Xiang suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them.

Even though he only had one arm left, his body was exceptionally coordinated, like a precise instrument working in unison.

His skin and flesh were tough, his bones and blood surged, and his five organs were full of vitality.

"A rare First-Rate Expert in the world, the Viscera Refining Realm!"

"I did it."

Old Man Xiang didn't feel joy; this had not come easily.

Without the belief in revenge to support him, he would have been frozen to death the first time he consumed the black bead.

His success was built upon the deaths of his wife and son.

If he could, Old Man Xiang would rather he had never broken through, as long as his wife and son were safe.

If only I had gotten this power sooner.

Old man Xiang's eyes turned red, and he clenched his fists.

If he had gained strength earlier, as a Viscera Refining Realm expert, even though he was old, the Embroidered Uniform Guard wouldn't have stripped him of his hereditary Hundred-Household Officer position. Instead, he would have had a chance to advance further.

It was a pity that "if" was the hardest thing to find in the world.

Tu Shan Jun looked at old man Xiang and said nothing.

Cheap sympathy was useless.

People always found it difficult to recognize the power of strength.

Little did they know, it was precisely because they possessed strength that the world around them was beautiful.

Only then would others be kind to them.

If one said it was too late, that wasn't the case.

Because it was difficult for people to obtain power beyond their understanding.

Tu Shan Jun sighed faintly, his thoughts also swirling. If only he had gained strength earlier.

Overthinking was useless.

Tu Shan Jun cast aside distracting thoughts.

He prepared to choose the introductory scriptures.

Since old man Xiang had become a First-Rate Expert and his Internal Qi had greatly increased, he had the opportunity to use the Dream Entry technique.

He just didn't know which of the Qi Condensation cultivation methods he had was suitable for old man Xiang.

Undoubtedly, the Nether Spirit Cultivation Method was superior to the others.

However, the Nether Spirit Cultivation Method only had three layers of mantra and mental cultivation method. In the future, he would either have to switch cultivation methods or find the complete method.

Therefore, he had to look further.

Let's talk about two things separately.

A night of annihilation, a day and a night of cultivation.

Even though old man Xiang had become a Viscera Refining Realm expert, he still felt tired.

Clutching the Venerable Soul Banner, he lay down and fell asleep.

"Dream Entry."

Wind and clouds swept across the Cultivation Cliff.

Above his head was the clear blue sky and bright sun.

Old man Xiang's expression was stunned.

He stood rooted to the spot, at a loss.

Everything was so strange, yet real.

Wisps of light gray mist dissipated, and his damaged black robe fluttered in the wind.

Old man Xiang saw a tall figure.

Green face, crimson eyes.

His expression was terrifying but solemn.

His scarlet hair was wildly disheveled.

The edge of his black robe was torn, as if it had been ripped by some claws.

Strong.

Unrivaled in power.

He was simply like a living Ghost King.

"Evil Ghost!"

Old man Xiang trembled.

He had seen ghosts, but none possessed the terrifying oppressive feeling of the one before him.

This Evil Ghost with horns on his forehead.

A ghost entering my dream, or has a Mountain and Forest Spirit snuck into my house? Old man Xiang waited calmly.

He raised his fists, intending to use his Internal Qi.

He couldn't die yet.

Tu Shan Jun could indeed enter his dream and alter his appearance.

However, once the Banner Master could use Magic Power to summon him, what appeared would inevitably be his true form.

If the two were different, it would breed distrust, so Tu Shan Jun felt it was better to appear in his true form.

It was better to scare him now than to scare him later.

Tu Shan Jun didn't speak, but opened his palm.

In the center of the green Ghost Hand, with its oval-shaped rough dark red fingernails and no palm lines, lay a black bead.

Old man Xiang's eyes immediately widened.

Of course, he recognized what the bead was.

Wasn't it the one he ate?

But why would this tall Evil Ghost in front of me have the black bead? Old man Xiang didn't understand.

Since old man Xiang had recognized the Yin Soul Pill, it confirmed Tu Shan Jun's identity.

He used black mist to condense the Nether Spirit Cultivation Method and the Blood Fiend Great Method.

Both of these could quickly grant strength.

One was upright and peaceful, yet could also rapidly increase strength.

The other required Blood Fiend Qi.

The best way was to use the Blood Fiend Great Array.

Tu Shan Jun felt that the Blood Fiend Great Method could actually be used.

With so many death row prisoners in the prison, if a batch were melted down, he could immediately gain powerful strength.

"Cultivation methods?"

"Immortal Master cultivation methods."

Old man Xiang had already forgotten how many times he had been astonished.

It truly shattered his understanding.

Not only did the Evil Ghost have black beads, but he also produced two cultivation methods.

What does this mean? Let me choose one of the two? Old man Xiang examined the pros and cons of the cultivation methods.

After comparing them, he chose the Nether Spirit Cultivation Method.

The Blood Fiend Great Method was indeed good, but the Blood Fiend Qi affected one's mind.

He didn't want to become like that; if possible, he wanted to preserve his sanity to take revenge.

Of course, this was because he had a choice. If he didn't, there would only be one path left.

Tu Shan Jun directly crushed the Blood Fiend Great Method and transmitted the Nether Spirit Cultivation Method to old man Xiang.

After memorizing it, old man Xiang looked at Tu Shan Jun: "What do you want?"

He felt that even if there was goodwill in this world, it couldn't come from ghosts and abnormalities. The other party must have some ulterior motive.

So old man Xiang simply asked directly.

Tu Shan Jun was startled. He hadn't expected old man Xiang to still be so wary of him, and even proactively ask about his demands.

After a brief thought, Tu Shan Jun used the black mist to condense words: "Souls."

"Powerful souls."

"Death row prisoners in the prison."

Old man Xiang's mouth fell open in surprise.

This red-haired Evil Ghost was too smart.

The other party actually knew about the death row prisoners in the prison.

And the requirement was for powerful souls.

Did this mean he needed to kill to gain strength?

The intelligence displayed by the Evil Ghost before him sent a chill down old man Xiang's spine.

Tu Shan Jun didn't explain too much and sent old man Xiang away.

Since he had chosen a cultivation method, he should proceed with cultivation step by step. There was no need to remain on the Cultivation Cliff.

Old man Xiang suddenly woke up and threw off the covers.

What met his eyes was the familiar ceiling, bed, and room.

It was reassuring.

Was it a dream?

Old man Xiang muttered to himself with some doubt.

If it was a dream, it felt too real.

As if it had truly happened.

Subconsciously, he relaxed his hand, only then realizing he had been tightly gripping the Venerable Soul Banner.

Old man Xiang swallowed and picked up the Soul Banner.

He suddenly remembered the words that had appeared on the Soul Banner, condensed from black mist.

Could the words on this have been written by him!