"Right now, I need to do two things … First, find a good cultivation technique! Second, find that swordsman. Master is most likely dead, and I must avenge him! "
Fang Xian thought to himself as he finished channeling his magic and ate some rations to heal his injuries.
What he practiced, no, he did not even have a cultivation technique!
His master, Wandering Daoist, had obtained the inheritance of a wandering cultivator by chance. There were two Dharma Connecting Pills, which could be used to cultivate magic and enter the threshold of the Developing Technique.
Wandering Daoist swallowed one himself, and later gave Zhou Yuan another one when he became his disciple. It was gone just like that.
As for how to cultivate in the future? How to break through and advance to the Talisman Seed? He was completely clueless and only relied on channeling magic and a few spells to survive in the secular world.
Most of the wandering cultivators were like Wandering Daoist, and did not have a good ending.
Of course, Fang Xian did not want that, but he knew his own situation. With his talent, even if he was willing to disperse his magic and re-cultivate, no famous sect would want him!
"Second, revenge … In order to refine the Five Shades Bag, Master said he was going to the city to 'borrow' some materials from a rich family. I'm afraid he provoked a cultivator because of this … Then he found out that a thief like me was waiting in the temple, so he sent someone to kill him …
"I can't beat a cultivator for now, but finding a chance to secretly cut off that swordsman's head shouldn't be a problem …"
Fang Xian stroked the talisman paper in his hand and made up his mind.
These talisman papers had been refined with magic and were excellent materials for making talisman flying swords. They were even better than the talisman paper he made in his previous life!
Once successful, its power was comparable to the second level of a wooden sword.
Combined with his magic, it would probably have the power of a peak blood-refined steel sword in his previous life!
After all, the power of the Imperial Sword Technique was not something a grandmaster could match.
Once a cultivator entered the world of cultivation, the difference between them and the secular world was like the clouds and mud.
Of course, this small sword technique came from a different world, but the rules of the two worlds were similar, so he could use it after familiarizing himself with it.
"Cultivation technique … cultivation technique … sigh … if it was so easy to get, there wouldn't be so many wandering cultivators struggling …"
After thinking it through, Fang Xian sighed.
His body's aptitude was average, his opportunities were average, and he had entered an unorthodox sect. He could not enter the eyes of the orthodox Xuanmen.
Even the Sword Immortals and Loose Immortals of other schools might not take a liking to him.
As for exploring ruins or planning for the legacy left behind by seniors, these were extremely rare.
Even if he did, he would not be able to compete against those experts with Talisman Seeds and Divine Abilities.
Even if he was lucky enough to get one or two, there were countless experts in the world who knew how to calculate. Perhaps in less than two days, his position would be found, and he would become someone else's' external skill ',' merit ',' opportunity ', and so on. He would be killed with a sword.
In short, how could it be described with the word 'tragic'?
After understanding this, Fang Xian's heart sank.
"My background is strange. If I dare to go out and live, I will be too conspicuous. Who knows, I might be found out by some powerful person and fall into a trap. In the end, I will be the one to benefit others … The most important thing right now is to find a spell to conceal my origin, as well as a fundamental cultivation method … I can't ask for it outside, so I can only rely on myself."
Fang Xian took a deep breath. His Dharmic powers surged, and he injected them into his stats window.
Even though his Dharmic powers were the crudest, they were ten times better than the Primordial Chaos Vital Qi from before. In an instant, his stats window was filled, and he had an epiphany.
"Studying the Record of Dongxuan, I hope I can get what I want …"
Fang Xian closed his eyes, and he entered a state of epiphany.
Studying the Record of Dongxuan required fortuitous encounters, and he also needed to be wary of danger! After every epiphany, it would be much more difficult to study it again!
Fortunately, he had already entered the Dao. He was a Technique Derivation expert, and he was one realm higher than a Great Grandmaster.
A chance of epiphany would not break through his mental defenses.
…
Sizzle!
Countless murmurs rang in Fang Xian's ears. His Divine Consciousness became hazy, and in a trance, he seemed to see the essence of this world …
When the outer layer of truth was cut open, the inside was filled with countless threads that were continuous and dense, and they weaved into a large net of karma and fortune.
"With the flow of fate, no one, even if they become immortals, can escape this huge net. This is the Heavenly Dao of this world!
"Fate, fortuitous encounters … are almost determined by the heavens, and it is difficult to change.
"If a cultivator wants to go through the tribulations to become immortals, they have to go through many tribulations …
"If I stay in this world for too long, I will also fall into the net, and I will gradually be 'assimilated'!"
Fang Xian felt a chill run down his spine. "Unless … I can suppress my fate and not reveal the secrets of the heavens. This requires a high level of cultivation, and I can only use a secret technique …"
With such an epiphany, the strange words in the Record of Dongxuan became more understandable.
Although it only had seven pages, the words on it were not written in ancient scripts, nor were they carved on bones or tortoise shells. They could continuously combine on their own, with different meanings, and evolve endless information.
…
After some time, Fang Xian woke up. He pressed his temples, and felt a little pain.
His head was heavy, and he could not think too much at the moment. He began to meditate.
After he recovered, he realized that there were two more techniques in his sea of consciousness.
These techniques were originally nameless, but Fang Xian gave them names himself.
One was the Turtle Line Blood Trigram, which could calculate the secrets of the heavens, and one's own fortune and misfortune!
This technique was evil and bloody. Every time it was calculated, one had to kill a spirit turtle and use its bones to calculate. If there was no spirit turtle, other rare beasts, or even human bones, could be made up.
The other one was even more bizarre, causing Fang Xian's breathing to become heavier.
— — Secret Instrument of Changing Fate!
Fate was fate, and fate was fate. In this world, heaven's net was vast. Everyone had their own destiny, and it determined their life's destiny. Some people toiled their entire lives and were like ants, while some could step onto the path of cultivation, and some could achieve the Dao and become immortals! This was different fate!
As for the Fate Shifting Secret Technique, it could steal the other party's fate, providence, and even aptitude!
However, one could only use it once in one's life, and to steal a life, one had to be killed!
"The spells in the Record of Dongxuan seem to be so evil and cruel … However, this Secret Technique of Shifting Fate can change my fate. It can solve the problem of my foundation and talent …" Lin Huang thought to himself.
"That's strange. Why did I only have some understanding of martial arts in the last world, but this world has such a secret technique? Could it be that because the world is different, the secret technique will change? What kind of realm is this?
"That Enormous Starry Sky Eye is probably an existence that's even more terrifying than the Immortals and supreme Heavenly Devils of legend …"
"However, the Record of Dongxuan only seems to have 'techniques', but no 'techniques'!"
Techniques were the application, and techniques were the body. The so-called techniques were the fundamental techniques of cultivation.
"If I can't understand it this time, I'd better not continue until I reach the level of Talisman Seed. Otherwise, I won't be able to suppress it, and it'll be easy for me to go mad …"
Fang Xian quickly made a decision. "I'll have to find cultivation techniques elsewhere."
He had to admit that the spells that he learned from the Record of Dongxuan scared him a little.
Compared to the bloody, evil, and cruel demonic techniques, the orthodox mental cultivation techniques of this world were his first choice.
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