Great Idol Spirit Method

Only after Shopkeeper Zhu and his companion had walked far away did Gao Xian let out a long breath.

"That couple would eat a person without even spitting out the bones. You've got some nerve, playing around with them..."

Not far from the gate stood a gaunt old man, grinning as he tossed out these snide remarks.

The old man's hair bun was a mess, his eyes were sunken and dark, his face was pale, and his black Daoist robe was stained with grease and wine—he looked every bit the lecherous old drunkard.

Gao Xian suddenly remembered him; this old man was his next-door neighbor, surnamed Wang, whose favorite pastime was frequenting brothels for wine and women.

"What an indecent old geezer!"

Gao Xian had no desire to get entangled with such a person, so he simply acted as if he hadn't heard him.

Seeing Gao Xian's submissive demeanor, Old Wang only grew more smug, letting out a wicked chuckle.

Gao Xian turned and latched the courtyard gate, shutting Old Wang and his laughter outside, then hurried back into his room.

He took the Alchemy Essentials from the few Daoist texts left behind by the original owner and began to flip through it. Although Shopkeeper Zhu seemed easy to talk to, alchemy was his foundation for survival; he had to master this craft as soon as possible!

Since the original owner knew alchemy, perhaps reading more would help him recall how to perform it.

He hadn't been reading for long before Gao Xian felt dizzy and overwhelmed.

He recognized every single character in the book, but once they were combined, he was left in a daze, completely lost.

It reminded him of his experience trying to learn advanced mathematics.

Gao Xian helplessly put the book down; this stuff really couldn't be mastered just by brute-force reading.

He sat on the bed for a long time, unable to think of any solution.

A Little Black Cat jumped onto the bed and let out two "meows" at Gao Xian.

"Are you hungry?"

Gao Xian affectionately stroked the Little Black Cat's head; the little thing was truly adorable.

After a few days together, Gao Xian could roughly understand the cat's thoughts.

When it wanted to be petted, the cat would wag its tail and its meows would be softer. When it was hungry, its meows would be sharper, and it wouldn't wag its tail.

Getting off the bed, Gao Xian went to the kitchen next door to wash the rice and cook.

The grains were a deep, verdant green, about the size of peanuts, with a faint, jade-like crystalline texture.

This rice was called Green Jade Spirit Rice; it contained rich spiritual energy and was quite expensive.

A single Low-grade Spirit Stone could only buy ten pounds.

And that was just for the lowest grade of spirit rice.

The original owner had been an alchemist, so he had managed to live quite well on his craft.

There was more than half a vat of Green Jade Spirit Rice stored in the house, along with some beast meat. Well, it was hidden in the cellar in the courtyard, where the temperature was low enough to preserve meat for a long time.

At least for now, he didn't have to worry about food or drink.

Gao Xian had grown accustomed to the life of a cultivator over the past few days, skillfully starting a fire to cook.

The stove was built of brick with a large iron pot—the same kind of rustic, oversized iron pot used in countryside farmhouse cooking, only cruder.

Gao Xian chanted a few incantations and pointed his finger while forming a seal; a flame about a foot long surged from his fingertip, quickly igniting the wood inside the stove.

Every time Gao Xian used the Fire Control Art, he still felt a sense of excitement. This was actual magic, not some deceptive stage trick!

The Fire Control Art didn't have much offensive power; it was essentially the equivalent of carrying a large lighter. Even so, it completely shattered the physical common sense Gao Xian had held in his previous life.

It was precisely this Fire Control Art that made Gao Xian realize this was a real world of cultivators, where they possessed immense power...

In that sense, this place was a hundred times more dangerous than the United States, where everyone carried a gun.

Having transmigrated to this world, whether he liked it or not, it seemed he couldn't go back.

A middle-aged corporate slave who had been battered by society had long since learned to accept reality.

To use that bit of chicken soup for the soul: "Everything is the best arrangement!"

It was precisely because Gao Xian was open-minded that he could live quite happily despite being good for nothing.

For now, he stopped thinking about alchemy and focused on cutting the beast meat into chunks, frying it, and then adding water, rice, and salt to prepare a fragrant pot of rice pilaf.

The large iron pot was fixed to the stove and only suitable for steaming, boiling, or stewing, so cooking the meat and rice together was very convenient.

Before long, the aroma of the meat began to waft out.

The Little Black Cat meowed incessantly on the stove, though it didn't dare get too close.

Lifting the rough wooden lid, Gao Xian saw that the Green Jade Spirit Rice, already large to begin with, had expanded several times over after soaking up the water. He filled a large wooden basin to the brim.

He took out a coarse earthenware bowl and set aside a small portion for the Little Black Cat.

Gao Xian devoured the rest of the rice and meat in one go.

He had to admit, the Green Jade Spirit Rice was truly fragrant, and the beast meat was even better.

After eating his fill, not only were his taste buds and stomach satisfied, but his body felt warm and unusually full of spiritual energy—an indescribably comfortable sensation.

Gao Xian let out a satisfied burp. If not for Shopkeeper Zhu and his wife coming to stir up trouble, this simple yet fulfilling life could truly be called happiness.

Gao Xian stroked the Little Black Cat, which was buried in its meat, and said softly, "Eat up, eat your fill so you won't miss home..."

Whether responding to Gao Xian or simply happy with its meal, the Little Black Cat let out two "meows."

Having eaten and drunk his fill, the surge of spiritual energy within his body made Gao Xian feel drowsy.

Gao Xian forced himself to stay alert and took out the Wind and Moon Mirror once again.

This time, he looked at the other side of the mirror.

The Wind and Moon Mirror had two sides; one could reflect his appearance and display his various abilities.

The other side, however, contained a woman.

The woman had a delicate and pretty face, dressed in a bright red, chest-high, front-opening ruqun.

The fabric of the skirt was soft and slightly translucent, faintly revealing her snow-white skin and slender, curvaceous figure.

The key was that this woman looked like his first love, yet also somewhat like Sister Lan, a colleague of his—a generous and sexy young woman.

Well, those two already looked alike! It was just that their temperaments were vastly different: one pure and innocent, the other charming and seductive.

There was also a difference in their figures; the young woman wasn't fat, but her fair, supple skin possessed the unique, lush beauty of a mature woman.

As for his first love, she had a slender build and tight skin, possessing the unique, youthful vitality of a girl.

The woman in the mirror was both pure and mature, combining the strengths of both. It was just that her gestures and expressions carried a hint of allure, looking somewhat improper no matter how one viewed it.

Gao Xian had been studying it for a few days, and for the sake of convenience, he called this woman Sister Lan.

He discovered that Sister Lan was actually "alive"—not a living person, but capable of interacting with him... well, like a high-end interactive AI program.

Gao Xian reached out and tapped lightly on Sister Lan.

In the mirror, Sister Lan raised her head and gave Gao Xian a charming smile, while a line of text simultaneously appeared on the mirror's surface.

Matters of wind and moon are the ultimate good and beauty of the human world.

Embody the grace of romance, behold the beauty of wind and moon, and attain the ultimate Dao.

Humanity Aura: 335.

Secret Arts: Lightning Dragon Hand, Great Idol Spirit Method.

Lightning Dragon Hand: When performing certain fixed, simple movements, hand speed is super fast, and the hands contain the power of lightning; when triggered, it gives the person touched a wonderful, stimulating sensation. (Proficient 188/300)

Great Idol Spirit Method: Heart senses within, spirit descends without. High and low connect, two qi pair to form a spirit. Thirty years of delusional obsession condense into a single point of true spirit, with endless marvelous uses. (Expert 321/400)

When Gao Xian first saw this text, he felt extremely ashamed, even a bit annoyed.

The Lightning Dragon Hand went without saying.

The Great Idol Spirit Method was clearly mocking him for fantasizing about beauties and treating various "teachers" as his wives.

It was practically slander! He was a well-behaved, honest, middle-aged man who had never done anything bad—damn it, was it even a crime to think about it!

Gao Xian could actually endure these things, but the problem was that they were useless!

Humanity Aura could only strengthen the abilities on the reverse side of the mirror; it was completely useless for skills like Alchemy Art.

He had a feeling that Sister Lan should be able to serve some purpose! But how exactly to use her still required more research...

However, how did the Humanity Aura seem to have increased by a few points?

Regarding the new book's updates, let's go with two chapters a day, one at noon and one in the afternoon~ The most important thing for a new book now is the follow-up reading data, so I humbly ask everyone to take a look every day.