Li Qingshan took a deep breath, "White Bone Bodhisattva, it's the Devil's Path again!" Although he didn't know how high a Buddhist monk who was about to become a Bodhisattva was, he knew that this was probably a supernatural power that was far beyond his imagination.
Li Qingshan said with a serious expression, "I'm afraid this supernatural power isn't easy to cultivate!"
Oxen said, "Yes, this kind of supernatural power involves the creation of life and death. Not only does it require the cultivator's soul to be extremely talented, it also requires the blood of a living being that is about to die as a sacrifice, enduring the burning of blood and Qi to obtain a large amount of Qi. But right now, we're only using beast blood to make up the numbers, the best thing to refine is naturally human blood, especially for martial artists with vigorous Qi and Qi."
Li Qingshan's heart trembled, no matter who heard this kind of cultivation method, they could only think of it as an evil method or the Devil's Path. And no matter what legend or story, those who used human lives to cultivate were all villains, and in the end, they all died horrible deaths.
He couldn't help but ask, "Why do you want to cultivate this?"
Little Ann was so scared that his face turned pale, his spiritual wisdom was gradually awakened, he also knew that this was an extremely evil Devil's Path.
Oxen said, "Of course to help you, heh, could it be that this is the upper level of Ghost Controlling Heart Sutra?"
Li Qingshan's whole body trembled, no longer able to say any words of reproach, he lowered his head and could only smile bitterly, "Looks like we've all followed the wrong master, we're destined to walk on this Devil's Path until the end."
Only then did Little Ann calm down, he smiled shyly.
A sika deer dashed through the forest, trying to avoid the chilly wind that followed it like a shadow. But in the end, its throat was slit by a hunting knife. Before the blood splattered to the ground, it was caught by a porcelain jar. As soon as the hot blood fell into the jar, the chilly wind rolled up a blood-drenched skeleton and sent it flying.
White Bones sat cross-legged, like an old monk meditating. There was a mysterious feeling of a mixture of holiness and evil. If there was an eminent monk here, he might be able to comprehend the essence of Buddhism and Daoism, the cycle of life and death.
Li Qingshan could only watch on as Little Ann attached himself to the white bone and refined the blood energy. The blood energy rose up like blossoms of blood flames. Little Ann frowned. His soul trembled as he withstood a great deal of pain.
Most of the demonic path's divine arts took shortcuts, but shortcuts were also dangerous. One had to pay an enormous price and take an enormous risk. The pain of having one's soul burned by blood energy was even worse than having one's body burned by fire. One had to rely on great willpower to maintain their sanity. Cultivating supernatural powers wasn't something that an ordinary person could do.
Li Qingshan clenched his fists tightly. He felt as if there was a ball of fire burning in his heart, an unbearable heat. The pain that Little Ann had suffered at Witch's side was probably not even a hundredth of what he was experiencing now. He reached out to stop her.
Oxen said, "This isn't just for you. You have something you want to do, a wish you want to fulfill. He is the same. This is his freedom."
"His wish?"
"Yes, his wish is to help you." Oxen couldn't help but laugh at his own witty words. But as he saw that Li Qingshan wasn't smiling, he restrained his smile. "Did you know? When I agreed to this little demon, he was so happy. And now he is also very happy. As long as he can fulfill my wishes, he will have no regrets no matter what he does. Didn't you say that yourself? "
After a long time, the blood energy was completely refined and fused into the white bone. A faint layer of dark red appeared on the white bone.
Li Qingshan took out the spirit ginseng and a drop of ginseng liquid. He placed it between Little Ann's eyebrows. Little Ann closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Li Qingshan turned around and jumped into the cold pond once again. Only by doing so could he calm his heart.
The days passed quickly. The ten thousand mountains were covered in snow. Li Qingshan went into the water every day to cultivate. Almost every day, he would get a body full of injuries before coming back up. If it weren't for his extraordinary physique and the constant nourishment from the spirit wine, his body would have collapsed long ago.
Little Ann constantly hunted wild beasts. At first, he only used the blood of small herbivores like hares and gazelles to cultivate. Later on, he used the blood of carnivores like tigers and leopards that were full of blood energy and killing intent to cultivate.
The two of them seemed to be in a competition. They practiced with all their might. The taste of the spirit wine made from the spirit ginseng also became fainter and fainter.
Until a month later, the waterfall was still roaring and the whirlpool in the pond was still spinning. In the center of the whirlpool, one could vaguely see the figure of a person dancing in the water.
Against the boundless torrent, as if facing countless enemies, Li Qingshan used the Ox Demon's Fist of Great Strength in the water. Every move and form was the same as when he was on land. He didn't lose his form at all, but instead was filled with a heavy strength.
The Ox Demon Tramples Its Hooves stabilized his body. The Ox Demon Forges Its Hide blocked the torrent, and the Ox Demon Butts Its Horns attacked the whirlpool.
His true qi also spun like the whirlpool, forming a small cyclone. The true qi flowed to his limbs and bones at an increasing speed.
The pond water surged, ten times more turbulent than usual.
Li Qingshan punched out.
"Boom!" Like thunder exploding in the water, a terrifying aura came from the water, startling countless birds and beasts.
Little Ann's heart skipped a beat. It was as if some terrifying beast had been released, far more powerful than wolves, tigers, and leopards. He stared at the surface of the water. The water had calmed down, and the spinning whirlpool had actually disappeared.
A smile appeared in the green ox's eyes.
A tall figure jumped out of the deep pond and landed on the rock. Li Qingshan's bronze-colored body was as sturdy as an ox, as if he was carved out of rock. Every muscle was filled with explosive power.
His fist smashed on the rock beneath his feet. "Boom!" It didn't sound like flesh hitting the rock, but more like a rock hitting another.
After a moment of silence, "Kacha kacha!" The huge rock that had been polished by the pond water for countless years cracked, and finally shattered.
Before the rock shattered, Li Qingshan had already jumped to the edge of the pond. Looking at his hands, he muttered, "This is the strength of an ox?" He felt as if there was endless power in his body. His entire body seemed to have been reborn. If he met a third-rate expert like the Third Boss again, he would only need one hand to crush him to death, and he wouldn't be able to harm a single hair on his body.
Oxen said, "You've finally learned the basics."
Li Qingshan picked up the Stone Splitter bow and drew it like a crescent moon. The originally tough metal bow was now as soft as a regular wooden bow.
Twang! Twang! Twang! Li Qingshan plucked the bowstring again and again. He had actually used the Rapid Arrow technique with a three-picul bow. With this series of shots, the bowstring boomed. The sound of it vibrating seemed to cut through the air.
Li Qingshan felt like he still had power to spare, so he did not stop. With a great roar, he shot up, down, left, right, and in all directions.
Power, endless power. It was as if as long as he wanted it, he could do anything and defeat all enemies. Now this was the feeling of a supernatural ability. It did not belong to any martial arts of the mortal world.
Little Ann watched on from one side. He was filled with endless admiration.
"Little Ann, it's time to leave the mountain!" Li Qingshan picked up the porcelain jar and made his way out of the mountain. He did not go to the Black Wind stronghold, but to Qingyang city.
The sound of the waterfall faded away, and the water surged again. The whirlpool spun again.
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