Longevity: Start Farming with Entries

Qingyang the Old Demon was already starting to imagine the scene where Qin Ming, this young man, would come groveling to him, begging for insights on alchemy in the near future.

But before he could finish his smile, his face froze suddenly.

Clang!

Another intricately designed jade bottle was thrown into the storage pouch.

Qingyang the Old Demon just sensed it slightly, and his face immediately changed drastically, causing him to start questioning life:

"Nascent Condensation Pill?!"

One must know, even at his peak, if he were to personally refine a Nascent Condensation Pill, it wouldn’t be possible without a year or two.

The failure rate was also astonishingly high.

"If I remember correctly, this young man is refining a Nascent Condensation Pill for the first time, right?"

"This... this kid must be some old immortal reborn through soul possession! Otherwise, how could this be?"

Having his understanding shattered again and again, Qingyang the Old Demon’s thoughts became even more firm.

"However, what good is it for you to have a Nascent Condensation Pill?"

"I admit your alchemy skills are indeed high, but without something to save your life and pass the celestial tribulation, everything is just an illusion."

"I just don’t believe it..."

However, at the next moment.

In Qingyang the Old Demon’s astonished expression.

Qin Ming retrieved a Primordial Demon Pearl emitting dense demonic qi from the depths of the storage pouch.

"Primordial Demonic Qi..." Qingyang the Old Demon could no longer maintain his composure.

He hurriedly shouted to Qin Ming, "Friend Qin!! Please give this old man a chance to speak!"

"Are you perhaps preparing to break through to the Nascent Soul Stage?"

"May I speak a word."

Upon hearing this, Qin Ming raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, and still took out the wooden box containing his Spirit Body and threw it to the ground.

"What else do you have to say?"

Qingyang the Old Demon chuckled dryly, "Friend Qin, calm your anger. I just saw you holding a Primordial Demon Pearl, which contains a strand of Primordial Demonic Qi, a rare and precious thing in this world!"

"I see your body is full of qi and blood, and your body refining is even more dominant than that of a Tier Four Transformation Great Demon."

"But under the Nascent Soul Celestial Tribulation, even with such a strong body, you may not withstand it."

"However, with this strand of Primordial Demonic Qi, it’s different. If combined with your Body Refining Technique, it might help push your body to the Great Success Realm."

"Even potentially withstand the tribulation with your physical body..."

"Hehe! If Friend Qin needs a Demonic Body Refining Technique, I have several powerful demon techniques for your reference and inspiration."

Hearing this, Qin Ming was not angry but rather somewhat agreed with this old ghost’s viewpoint.

Because he had also been considering this matter before and had been pondering its feasibility.

However, this was something Qin Ming would only consider as a last resort.

For now, he had plenty of cards up his sleeve and didn’t need to take risks. If he were to lose control due to the practice of demon techniques, it would not be worth it.

"What you say makes some sense, allow me to consider it further."

Qingyang the Old Demon said fawningly, "Hehehe! Friend Qin is indeed someone with great fortune. In this old man’s opinion, forming your Nascent Soul is only a matter of time. If there’s anything you need from this old man, just say the word."

"This old man is at your service anytime, Friend Qin."

The Heaven-Devouring Rat, observing the conversation between the two, had flickering eyes and felt an inexplicable sense of crisis.

Qin Ming then studied the Tier Four artifact refining heritage "Demon Artisan’s Creation" from the Primordial Demon Pearl.

He planned to use the Tier Four Demon Pill of the Great Black Heaven Demon Saint to completely elevate the Blood Massacre Pseudo Spiritual Treasure to the Tier Four Spirit Treasure level.

Seeing that Qin Ming even possessed a Tier Four Demon Pill, Qingyang the Old Demon was speechless for a long time.

Once Qin Ming returned to the Cave Mansion.

In the Little Spirit Realm.

The Heaven-Devouring Rat took out the Black Steel Fork, squinted, and walked over to Qingyang the Old Demon, kicking the wooden box far away.

It kept Qingyang the Old Demon inside so dizzy that he couldn’t distinguish up from down.

"Rodent! What do you mean by this?!" Qingyang the Old Demon cursed in fury.

The Heaven-Devouring Rat tapped the wooden box with the Black Steel Fork in his hand, menacingly questioning:

"Hmph! Old fossil!"

"You come here and try to vie for favor from the master right away, is it?!"

"There’s no way! Take a look at who came first."

"This master warns you once, if you dare speak out of turn in the future, watch out lest you get your soul destroyed!"

Afterward, the Heaven-Devouring Rat even urinated onto the wooden box... only then did it leave satisfied.

"..."

Inside the wooden box, Qingyang the Old Demon wanted to cry but had no tears, letting out a long, miserable sigh:

"A dragon stranded on shallow shores is played with by shrimp. A tiger descending to the lowlands gets bullied by dogs!"