"An immortal cultivation manual."
"It would be best if I could cultivate to become an immortal swordsman!"
Holding his phone, Jiang He typed in keywords on a webpage and searched carefully, only to find a mnemonic chant called 'Secret Sword Sage Cultivation'.
It was posted on Weibo by a blogger named "Don't Ask If It's Fate".
Jiang He skimmed through it a few times.
The Sword Immortal Cultivation Manual was divided into seven sections, with the first being Swirling Illumination, which even had a detailed mnemonic chant.
"Golden light opens the skies, heavenly fire collapses, incinerates impurities, and divine light forges the sword."
"Immortal winds sweep, abundant Spirit Qi quenches thirst, nourishes the organs, and sharpens the mind."
"Clear waters and clear springs, thousands of years of mysterious ice, rising clouds and mist, misty fairy sea … Alright, this is obviously bullsh * t. Did this blogger make it up?"
Jiang He was a little speechless.
There really were all sorts of talents on the Internet.
Still, Jiang He did not hold out much hope in the first place. Where could he find real immortal cultivation manuals online?
Everyone would be able to cultivate immortal qi if he could find it.
What he needed was this kind of made-up "cultivation method". At first glance, one would feel that it was quite profound, but upon closer inspection, one would realize that it was all nonsense.
It was all for the sake of finding an ethereal inspiration from the nonsense.
"The second layer is Illumination. Mount Tai's sunrise shines over ten thousand feet; clouds and winds cease, the heart and spirit move?"
"The third layer is Fusion. The vast galaxy, the cinnabar field sings and dances; the Illusory Star Array, the whirlpool of the mind, the Divine Boat of the Vast Sea, the Big Dipper of the Celestial Dipper … Forget it, this mnemonic chant is too lacking and doesn't seem interesting."
Jiang He clicked on the blogger's blog, and found another cultivation manual he had uploaded called Mystic Daoist Sword.
"Mystic Daoist Sword is rare since ancient times, the wonders of the Illusionary Jade Arts."
"Combining Yin and Yang into one, ten thousand transformations turn into one."
"Eh? This mnemonic chant is quite interesting. It's more imposing and profound than the previous one. "
Jiang He's eyes lit up. Imposing aside, it was definitely profound.
Would you believe that immortal cultivation manuals were the same as written in the vernacular?
"Aoi … give me pen and paper!"
Hence, Jiang He ordered his maid to get him pen and paper and began to copy it. The mnemonic chant was over several dozen thousand words, and Jiang He only finished copying the general outline after copying several thousand words. Then, an idea struck him, and he said, "It's too difficult to copy everything …"
"Forget it, I'll pick a rhyming sentence to copy."
Continuing reading the mnemonic chant, Jiang He picked up his pen and continued writing —
There were three thousand tribulations in the heavens, and five hundred years in the mortal world.
The sword at his waist was like a streak of purple lightning, and the pill flame in the cauldron was emitting smoke.
He then rode the white deer across the Cang Sea and rode the green ox into the Heavenly Abode.
Small fry and the others are chatting idly, no one knows that I am a True Immortal.
…
In the eight hundred years since he attained the Dao, he had never taken someone's head with a flying sword.
The Jade Emperor did not send the Heavenly Talisman, and the goods were black gold.
Jiang He frowned. He had a feeling that the lines at the end felt like a seven-word quatrain, and the line 'Eight hundred autumns have passed since I attained Dao, yet I have never taken a man's head with a flying sword' felt quite familiar.
However, the brush in his hand never stopped as he continued to copy.
"Drunken dancing and singing on the mountains and seas, heavenly ladle bearing dew to form a golden pill."
"In the dark of the night, the crane pierces the blue autumn sky, and the west winds over ten thousand miles chills with a single sword."
"Author: Lv Yan; genre: seven-word quatrain; era: Tang …"
Crack!
Jiang He accidentally used too much strength, and the brush in his hand broke. He stared at the mnemonic chant for an entire minute before cursing through clenched teeth, "I've copied up to five thousand words … and now I even have a seven-word quatrain?"
He had wanted to tear up the 'cultivation manual' he had copied …
But on second thought …
Why would he tear it up?
It was all nonsense anyway, and when he thought about it, he found the poem quite poetic. For example, the line 'There were three thousand calamities in the heavens, and five hundred years in the mortal realm, the sword at his waist was like a streak of purple lightning, and the pill flame in the cauldron was emitting smoke' was quite mystical.
There was also the line 'Beneath the Big Dipper, the sword hanging on the head of the Moon of the Southern Palace, I'm truly drunk when I'm drunk, not knowing what worries me'.
"I've already copied it, so why would I tear it up?"
"If I really tear it up, I'd have to keep searching for the mnemonic chant, keep copying, and waste my brain cells to change it."
Now that he had decided on the cultivation manual, what came next was the three essentials of creating a cultivation manual that Jiang He had concluded.
First, naming it.
Second, the level of the style.
Third, special effects.
Finding another brush, Jiang He thought about it and turned to the line 'There were three thousand calamities in the heavens, and five hundred years in the mortal realm'. Hence, he wrote 'Three Thousand Calamities' in huge letters, and that was a name he had decided on.
"Not bad, not bad. That's a cool name."
Jiang He nodded in satisfaction.
He had experience in creating cultivation manuals.
There was no doubt that a name must be cool. As for 'Blind Princess's Eight Practices', that was a beautiful misunderstanding.
As for the level of the style, the simpler the better … how difficult would it be to cultivate?
Combining his experience in creating cultivation manuals, Jiang He soon came up with an idea.
"It would be best if the style is like the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. That way, each style would cost the same Farm Points and would not cost too much. Moreover, the power of the style would increase along with my cultivation, so I wouldn't have to worry about not being able to keep up with my improvement."
"Moreover …"
"There's no need for eight or ten fancy styles. Three styles would suffice!"
"Just like riding a white deer across the blue seas … let's call the first style of the Three Thousand Calamities' White Foal Crosses the Rift. White Foal Crosses the Rift is so fast that the opponent would not be able to react, and naturally would not be able to block it!"
"The second style … let's call it Thunderflame Calamity. I've grasped thunder will, sword will, and fire-type powers, so it's just right."
"As for the third style, I'll just call it Three Thousand Calamities."
After musing to himself for a long time, Jiang He began to polish and add to the three styles.
'White Foal Crosses the Rift' focused on speed. As for special effects, he could make 'Sword Qi Crisscrossing', where Sword Qi would crisscross with a swing of the sword. As his ability improved, it would not be a dream for Sword Qi to crisscross fifteen kilometers, three hundred kilometers, three hundred kilometers, or even thirty thousand kilometers.
The second style had to be cooler as well.
"Thunderflame Sword, Thunderflame Calamity … when this style is unleashed, the world would change. Thunderflame descends from the heavens with a swing of the sword. Isn't that cool?"
"The Three Thousand Calamities could be made into an area-of-effect sword technique, unleashing three thousand sword flashes at once to destroy cities, topple mountains, and overturn seas!"
"That's right … These three moves are just supplementary moves of the Sword Immortal's Three Thousand Tribulations. This cultivation method can also be used to cultivate …"
Jiang He pondered once more.
How should he fabricate the cultivation tiers of sword immortals?
Swordsman, swordmaster, or grandmaster?
That would be too tasteless!
"I'll go with the usual tiers of Qi Refinist, Golden Pellet, True Child, Yuan Spirit, Convergence, Sufferance, Mahayana, Heavenly Immortal, True Immortal, and Golden Immortal."
Thud!
Slamming his pen on the ground, Jiang He shook the piece of paper with the Three Thousand Calamities written on it and could not help chuckling in extreme satisfaction. "Awesome. Even I'm a little impressed by myself. I actually used just over two hours to create a sword cultivation up to Grand Luo Golden Immortal."
Beside him.
Dumbo had already dug a hole.
Spending 5,000 Farm Points to redeem a pack of Mysterious Soil, Jiang He planted the Three Thousand Calamities.
An entire pack of Mysterious Soil was then added in.
After burying the hole and having Dumbo water it, Jiang He said, "Dig a few more holes. I want to plant more stuff."
Two tufts of Sword Will Barrenwort, planted!
As for the purple-gold sunflower seeds, he only had 25 left since he had a few more. Hence, he planted all of them!
As for the two Mysterious Seeds …
After some thought …
Jiang He put away the Mysterious Seeds again.
Farming required a balance between work and rest, and planting so many at once was too tiring. Moreover, he had yet to figure out what the Mysterious Seeds were, so he could plant them slowly in the future.
Most importantly …
The sky was already dark.
It was eight o 'clock, and Sora had been waiting for dinner for quite some time!
"Let's eat first. The cultivation manual, the purple-gold sunflower seeds, and the Sword Will Barrenwort would be mostly grown by the time I get back …"
(PS: It's so difficult to fabricate a cultivation manual. My head hurts just thinking about it. Everyone, please give me recommendation votes and monthly votes. Thanks!)
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