Starting Cultivation During a Trip

"What?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Great Demon Inner Core!"

Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, looking at those four words, showing a thoughtful expression.

Ancestor Lv once said, cultivating nature without cultivating life is the first illness of cultivation. Cultivating life without cultivating nature, myriad tribulations and yin spirits can't enter sanctity.

So-called nature is the Primordial Spirit.

So-called life is the True Body.

The Daoist Inner Core Method is the inner cultivation of the Primordial Spirit and the outer refining of the body.

The body is like a Tripod Furnace, harvesting and supplementing with Great Medicine, refining the three treasures of Essence, Qi, and Spirit, and forging into True Yang. The circulation of True Yang through the entire body gradually liquefies, which is the cultivation level of a High Skill.

After True Yang liquefies, it forms an Inner Core at the Dantian. The Inner Core turns into a Golden Core, at which time the Primordial Spirit enters the Golden Core, refining all impure elements and achieving Pure Yang, which is the so-called Yang God.

The demon race's way of cultivation is different from humans. Human bodies naturally have five hundred years more Dao Practice than beasts.

Therefore, when they steal human bodies, they must condense their cultivation essence into an Inner Core, wrapping the Primordial Spirit, only then can they take over human bodies, otherwise, the rejection reaction will cause severe damage to their Primordial Spirit.

This is also why the demon race is so rare.

Ignoring matters after establishing the nation, even before that, such beings were not something one could easily capture in large numbers.

Even in deep mountains and ancient forests, many animals become spirit monsters, but they cannot become demons just because they wish to.

Generally, ordinary spirit monsters cannot even form an Inner Core, naturally unable to possess human bodies and transform into demons.

Those spirits that are out-of-horse are served as spirits, all of these spirits fix their eyes on the bodies of those out-of-horse disciples, and once they can condense an Inner Core, they seize human bodies.

Therefore, in the eyes of the Buddhist and Daoist Families, this type is purely an evil and unorthodox path.

Moreover, someone like Shi Shougong and Su Shiyu can only be considered Little Demons, with strength at most equivalent to the Fourth Realm of the Nine Daoist Realms, which is the [Spirit Department] level.

Their Inner Cores can only be considered as "spirit," and cannot be called "treasures," with limited value.

As for Great Demons, their strength would at least be equivalent to the Fifth Realm of the Nine Daoist Realms, which is the [High Skill] level.

Only the Inner Core of a Great Demon can be called "Treasure Medicine," which is a Cultivation Sacred Item.

Especially the rarer the Great Demon's bloodline, and the longer their cultivation years, the more precious their Inner Core.

"That thing is rarer than a yuanzi, where am I supposed to find one?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but reply.

After establishing the nation, demons are not allowed to form.

This is an ironclad rule, said to remain unshaken for a hundred years.

Currently, the hundred-year deadline is still far away, and although there are a few rule-breakers, like Shi Shougong and Su Shiyu who directly joined the Wuwei Sect, the number of the demon race is still decreasing year by year.

Zhang Fan once saw a set of data before.

At the beginning of the nation's founding, the first nationwide demon census, excluding those hidden in deep mountains and great lakes, and fantastic cave heavens, there were about ninety thousand demons across the country.

By the end of last year, the ninth nationwide demon census, there were only over ten thousand left, excluding the unpromising Little Demons, how many Great Demons can there really be?

Seeking a Great Demon Inner Core is like winning the Six-color Lottery.

"You can catch a tiger; you might as well try your luck in the mountain ranges and extreme places," Lin Jianyue teased.

"If that doesn't work, you could go to the Demon Village in Chuanshu — they say your mother caused quite a stir there back in the day, making Qingcheng Mountain's teeth itch in dreams even now."

"..."

If not for having read that Thousand-Year-Old Demon's post, Zhang Fan wouldn't have known what Lin Jianyue was talking about.

Back then, Li Linglong went incognito on Qingcheng Mountain, learning the art of [Taming Demons], and later subdued five Great Demons in the Demon Village, creating the Five Great Demon Beasts.

"Does Wuwei Sect have this tradition of stealing Daoist techniques?" Zhang Fan started to murmur.

"Chuanshu is the territory of Qingcheng Mountain, one of the Ten Great Mountain Gates... I'm always amiable to others, how could I actively seek trouble?"

Zhang Fan rejected Lin Jianyue's suggestion.

"Then wait, I'm currently refining a Vigorous Essence Pill, once it's ready, I'll save some for you."

"Is it reliable?" Zhang Fan felt a stir in his heart.

The Rabbit is a medicine-refining expert, and medicine pounding is a family tradition, but given the complexity of yuanzi, he naturally wanted to be sure.

"Just have the money ready," Lin Jianyue replied confidently.

"How much?" Zhang Fan was most concerned about the price.

"We'll talk after it's refined; I need to calculate the cost."

Rumble...

Just then, a deafening thunder resounded, pulling Zhang Fan's attention back.

He looked out the window, the sky grew darker, thick clouds roiled, and a mountain storm was coming.

The Super Message showed no reply from Old Yu.

"Sister Wen, I'm heading out for a bit."

Zhang Fan furrowed his brow, stood up, and directly left Night is not bright.

...

Yujing City.

An abandoned industrial park.

Black clouds pressed overhead, and the Five Spirits Rainbow Light drove slowly from afar, getting slower and slower, finally stopping by the roadside.

This is an industrial park slated for demolition, sparsely populated, rarely having people even on broad daylight, not to mention the changing weather now.

Hoo...

In the car, Yu Fu lay on the steering wheel, breathing heavily, his old face flushed red, and he struggled to raise his head to look at the gloomy sky, feeling his pocket with one hand.

Finally, he pulled out a small medicine bottle, opened the lid, but inside it was completely empty.

"Damn..." Yu Fu's heart skipped a beat.

There is rarely thunderstorm weather in winter, so he hadn't had to use medicine for a long time, not realizing the bottle was already empty.

Rumble...

A flash of lightning cut across the sky.

Yu Fu's breathing became more rapid, he opened the car door and staggered out, looking down, a layer of intricate and dense lines appeared on the back of his hand, resembling scales of aquatic creatures...