Disaster Summoning

It actually didn't have the Rest attribute!

Zhu Jiusi's previous wheelbarrow had possessed the Rest attribute. Sleeping inside the wheelbarrow doubled recovery speed!

However, that was an attribute added only in the fifth dungeon.

Half of the options appearing this time were not attributes, but rather leaned toward skills.

Zhu Jiusi pondered.

Invisibility was unnecessary; in just half a year, once his Path Seeker realm rose, ocular techniques would be standard equipment. Invisibility would have no meaning.

As for Spirit Gathering, it was also of little significance. Once he truly began cultivation, he would realize that the spiritual energy in Journey Survival exceeded all imagination.

Being a billionaire already, there was no need to waste an opportunity just to add three or five thousand to his monthly salary.

As for defense and attack, Zhu Jiusi trusted himself more.

He was a Mountain Master!

Zhu Jiusi's gaze landed on [Disaster Summoning] and could not move away.

There was a theorem in Journey Survival: the bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish!

Every month there would be an end-of-month summary and a comprehensive ranking.

The more slaughter one experienced that month, and the stronger the monsters faced, the more bountiful the rewards.

Moreover, once past the novice period, many monsters were themselves rare resources. Their body parts were fought over by Path Seekers.

No longer hesitating, Zhu Jiusi directly chose [Disaster Summoning].

[Title "Blockhead" has successfully advanced.]

A reminder line suddenly rose on the Scroll.

Zhu Jiusi: "..."

That was pure verbal abuse!

He clicked on the title to view the advancement details.

Entering Journey Survival and immediately going against the flow; a lone pig bravely charging into a corpse den and blowing up an Earth Vein Node; a single person provoking dozens of zombies head-on and threatening an Enforcer to his face; the nest attribute selection... one by one, not a single thing looked like something a normal person would do.

Blockhead confirmed!

Zhu Jiusi: "..."

Fine, let it advance!

The equipped effect was simply stronger now.

The attribute of reducing intelligence to increase attack was more explicit, even showing specific values: intelligence reduced by 50%, life force increased by 30%.

Zhu Jiusi gasped.

This title was trash!

His intelligence was only 5; if it were halved, let alone fighting, he wouldn't even be able to take care of himself in daily life!

Tossing the title to the bottom of his chest, Zhu Jiusi did a somersault and dove into his nest.

Outside the nest, the modification hammer clanged away, a pleasant and melodious sound.

Zhu Jiusi took out his stored food, lying down and biting into it listlessly.

He hadn't eaten or slept well for the two days in the Secret Realm.

Barring any accidents, he was the only one who had left the Secret Realm now, so he didn't fear anyone disturbing him.

This was a rare moment of true safety in three years; he could finally relax completely.

The third modification required no other materials—and even if it did, Zhu Jiusi couldn't produce them.

Everyone was currently in the Secret Realm; he didn't even have anyone to trade with.

This upgrade required a very long time.

Full and satisfied, Zhu Jiusi closed his eyes, wanting to have a beautiful sleep, but after lying with his eyes closed for a long while, he couldn't settle down no matter what.

For the past three years in Journey Survival, he had never dared to truly fall asleep, fearing life-or-death crises at any moment.

Now that he was certain no one could harm him, the quiet environment actually made it impossible to sleep.

He seemed to have lost the ability to sleep soundly.

He could only keep his eyes tightly shut, listening to the clanging sounds, tossing and turning.

Just as he was about to fall into a deep sleep, he would suddenly wake up, feeling as if he had forgotten something important, yet he couldn't recall it no matter how hard he tried.

A pig's brain really wasn't very useful!

Outside the temple, rain began to fall at some unknown time, the wind and rain mixing to patter against the leaves.

Zhu Jiusi wanted to struggle to get up and store some more drinking water.

But after struggling for a moment, he instead fell into a deep slumber.

This sleep was excellent; he didn't even dream.

When Zhu Jiusi woke up, the clinking sounds in the nest persisted, but the weather outside had completely cleared.

The sun hung in the sky, and there were still clear puddles in the low-lying areas of the mountain forest nearby.

Zhu Jiusi filled his empty gourds, ate and drank his fill, then sat half-upright before the Mountain God Temple, lost in a daze.

It was foreseeable that there would be no shortage of food and water for the next few days in Journey Survival.

Those who had entered the Secret Realm would be scavenging desperately.

This was the first time in the true sense that food had devalued in Journey Survival.

Zhu Jiusi took out the cultivation techniques provided as compensation by the Enforcer.

Spirit Refining Primer, Treatise on Cloud-Resting Consciousness Refinement

Both were foundational introductory techniques.

The Spirit Refining Primer spoke of absorbing spiritual energy to temper the body, cultivating both nature and life. It had no particular highlights, but also no shortcomings.

The Treatise on Cloud-Resting Consciousness Refinement focused more on tempering divine consciousness, prioritizing the cultivation of nature over life. Furthermore, it was extremely suitable for Zhu Jiusi; lying in his nest to sleep was, in itself, cultivation.

Zhu Jiusi was a Mountain Master, so it was foreseeable that his physical body would inevitably grow stronger. If he wanted balanced development, he should choose the Treatise on Cloud-Resting Consciousness Refinement right now.

However, there were no true "all-rounder" warriors in Journey Survival; the bucket theory did not really hold up here.

Pushing one's advantages to the extreme was the golden rule of survival.

Especially since the first cultivation session was for laying the foundation, the choice was particularly important.

If he chose the Treatise on Cloud-Resting Consciousness Refinement to cultivate his divine consciousness, a soul-based technique would become his foundation. That would run counter to his identity as a Mountain Master.

Zhu Jiusi pondered for a long time before putting the Treatise on Cloud-Resting Consciousness Refinement away.

He would wait until he had cultivated the first strand of true energy with the Spirit Refining Primer before turning to nourish his consciousness and cultivate his nature.

He read through the technique in its entirety.

The three Enforcers had not lied to him; there were no issues with the techniques.

He closed his eyes, focused his mind, and inhaled slightly. A point of cool energy was drawn into his nasal cavity, first rising to his crown to regulate his soul, then descending to his Dantian.

At the very beginning of cultivation, there was no sensation other than a cool, refreshing feeling in his nose.

This was the accumulation of energy.

By breathing according to the technique, he gradually gathered spiritual energy. Only when it reached a certain level could it transform into a strand of spiritual power, which would mark the true beginning of cultivation.

Zhu Jiusi sat crouched before the Mountain God Temple like a stone statue, motionless.

Time passed bit by bit, from day to night, through the long night and back to the day. He remained unmoved.

Fortunately, it was during the dungeon period, and he was the only pig who had broken away from the Secret Realm; there were no travel missions and no monster attacks.

Inside the Secret Realm, at the Changxin Marquis Mansion.

Daoist Number 323 slashed off the head of a Walking Corpse and stretched his body with satisfaction.

"Prepare the horses!"

He had finally gathered enough points. Even with the help of the Marquis Mansion's private soldiers, it had taken a long time.

It wasn't that he couldn't defeat the zombies; it was that he simply couldn't find them.

He was in the prefecture city, which had Yin-Yang Studies under the Imperial Observatory; the surrounding corpse infestation had already been dealt with. Even his family's private soldiers had to travel quite far to find zombies.

He had ended up killing more ordinary Walking Corpses than anything else.

However, no matter how one calculated it, his speed should be at the very forefront.

Head to the Land God Temple and modify the vehicle immediately!

Daoist Number 323 looked into the distance, toward the location of the Land God Temple marked on the scroll.

He must secure first place!

That pig had too much good fortune and had taken too large a lead in the early stages. This dungeon was his only chance to overtake him.

Deep down, he always had a bad feeling—that the pig likely knew he had also participated in the encirclement of him alongside Bright Moon Illuminating People.

The temporary safety gained from his earlier show of submission was about to vanish!

Daoist Number 323 looked into the distance with a somber gaze.

In the very direction his gaze was cast, two figures were rapidly passing through the mountain forest. Hearing each other's sounds, they stopped instantly, both on guard.

One brandishing a saber and the other shaking a sword, they looked at each other simultaneously.

"Sword Seven Doesn't Learn Sword?" the man asked in a low voice.

"Yes!" the woman replied.

"I am Orchid Pavilion Scholar!" the man said. Knowing it was one of their own, both sides breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn it, this Land God Temple is truly hard to find! The mosquitoes here are big enough to make two meat pies," Orchid Pavilion Scholar complained.

Sword Seven Doesn't Learn Sword frowned slightly; she was not accustomed to such foul-mouthed conversation.

"The Scroll indicates it's right in the vicinity; use sand and dust to scout the area."

They had already arrived at the Land God Temple, but the temple was in a hidden state, making it impossible to find!

As the two were speaking, a voice drifted over from the woods: "Damn it, you scared the hell out of me! My hands are gone!"

The two furrowed their brows and shot rapidly toward the direction of the voice.

They had heard this voice many times before; it was Monkey Has Iron Rod. While the two of them relied on their own high speed, that monkey was truly well-equipped, with two prized horses pulling a carriage that traversed the mountain forest as if it were flat ground.

Rushing over, they saw a young man reaching out as if feeling his way along a path, but his hands had vanished into thin air.

His hands had reached into the Land God Temple and were hidden along with it.

Found it!