Chapter 6: Artificial Spirit Roots, Chen Changsheng’s Unexpected Gain
Wiping away the bl**d and dirt, he carefully sewed the scattered flesh and skin together.
Removing the tattered clothes, he dressed the body in a brand new funeral robe.
Chen Changsheng meticulously arranged the deceased’s appearance, each step done with great care and seriousness.
After half an hour, the deceased’s appearance had been largely restored, including all the teeth scattered around, which Chen Changsheng had collected one by one.
Having finished everything, Chen Changsheng patted his beast skin bag at his waist with his right hand.
A fine coffin appeared before him.
Placing the corpse inside the coffin, Chen Changsheng began to use a compass to find a suitable burial site.
Digging the earth, digging the grave, lifting the coffin and burying it, even with the little monk’s assistance, Chen Changsheng was busy for two hours.
But when it came to setting up the gravestone, Chen Changsheng paused.
“Little Monk, setting up a gravestone requires knowing the deceased’s name and writing down the name of the person setting it up.”
“What is his name?”
Hearing this, the little monk clasped his hands and said, “This benefactor is the leader of the Demon Sect, known as the bl**d Demon Ancestor. No one knows his specific name.”
“As for who sets up the gravestone, you can handle it yourself.”
“The little monk is restricted by temple rules and cannot set up the gravestone.”
Facing this answer, Chen Changsheng clicked his tongue and wrote on the gravestone.
“The bl**d Demon Ancestor of the Demon Sect is buried here—Undertaker.”
Looking at the words on the gravestone, the little monk asked in confusion, “Benefactor, is your nickname ‘Undertaker’?”
“Yes!”
“I sell coffins and specialize in collecting bodies and conducting burials. What else could I be if not an undertaker?”
With that, Chen Changsheng turned and left, waving his hand and saying,
“I’ve finished my work. I’ll go first.”
“If there are more such things in the future, remember to come find me.”
Watching Chen Changsheng’s back, the little monk tilted his head in deep thought.
Because this was the first time he had encountered such a strange person.
There was something about this person that was hard to describe.
…
Linglong Small Town.
After arriving at his coffin shop, Chen Changsheng immediately closed the door and curiously examined the tooth in his hand.
This tooth was found on the bl**d Demon Ancestor’s body.
At first glance, it looked no different from an ordinary tooth, but upon closer inspection, tiny array patterns could be seen carved on it.
If not for Chen Changsheng arranging the bl**d Demon Ancestor’s appearance, he might never have realized that teeth could also contain secrets.
After examining it closely, Chen Changsheng touched his chin and muttered,
“Looks like it’s some kind of storage array pattern. Given how much effort the bl**d Demon Ancestor put into it, what’s inside must be no simple matter.”
As he spoke, Chen Changsheng waved his right hand, and a dozen thick books suddenly appeared before him.
These books were all related to array formations.
Chen Changsheng’s cultivation talent was extremely poor; after fifty years, he had barely reached the third level of Qi Refinement.
Such a realm would take a genius merely the time it takes to eat a meal.
After confirming that he truly lacked cultivation talent, Chen Changsheng shifted his focus to array formations and alchemy.
After all, these were things that could be accumulated, and Chen Changsheng loved tasks that required time and effort.
Lighting an oil lamp, Chen Changsheng began studying the array formation on the tooth.
Although Chen Changsheng only knew some basic knowledge of array formations and although the array formation set by the bl**d Demon Ancestor was highly sophisticated, none of this posed a problem for Chen Changsheng because of his long lifespan.
…
Three months passed quickly, and during these three months, Chen Changsheng rarely left his coffin shop.
Fortunately, his shop almost never had visitors, so it didn’t attract undue attention.
“Huff~”
Chen Changsheng took a deep breath and stretched his stiff body.
After three months, Chen Changsheng finally erased the array formation left by the bl**d Demon Ancestor.
“Pseudo Spirit Root?”
Seeing the name of the book in his hand, Chen Changsheng’s face was filled with confusion.
Spirit roots were the foundation of cultivators and the standard for measuring their talent.
The most common type was the Five Elements Spirit Root, which was further divided into inferior, middle, superior, and supreme grades.
Supreme spirit roots represented the pinnacle of cultivation talent, while there were also some special spirit roots.
These special spirit roots were equally powerful, though their effectiveness depended on the situation.
However, in all the names of various spirit roots, Chen Changsheng had never heard of the term “pseudo spirit root” before!
Thinking about this, Chen Changsheng became instantly interested because he enjoyed learning things he did not know.
“How interesting! I wonder what this pseudo spirit root actually is.”
Muttering to himself, Chen Changsheng flipped open the first page of the book.
As the words on the page came into view, Chen Changsheng realized that this book was neither a cultivation technique nor a secret art.
More accurately, it was a biography that documented the bl**d Demon Ancestor’s entire cultivation journey.
The bl**d Demon Ancestor’s talent was not good; his talent could be considered the lowest in the cultivation world.
He possessed a Five Elements Mixed Spirit Root, and the quality of his spirit root was abysmal.
After struggling in the Qi Refinement stage for many years, the bl**d Demon Ancestor had a thought:
Since spirit roots exist, could their quality be improved through postnatal cultivation?
With this idea in mind, the bl**d Demon Ancestor immediately began experimenting.
However, this was an idea close to a fairy tale, and he dared not experiment on himself.
So, the bl**d Demon Ancestor began experimenting on living people.
As more and more people died at his hands, he indeed discovered some principles regarding spirit roots.
Spirit roots could not be enhanced through pills, cultivation techniques, or array formations…
None of the current methods known to cultivators could improve their quality, but spirit roots could be improved by consuming other spirit roots.
After discovering this secret, the bl**d Demon Ancestor truly embarked on his path of revenge.
By consuming weaker cultivators, the quality of the bl**d Demon Ancestor’s spirit root improved.
Thus, in a virtuous cycle, the bl**d Demon Ancestor’s strength grew stronger and eventually made him a powerful figure.
However, later on, this method seemed to encounter problems, and his frenzied killings drew the attention and retaliation of other sects.
Seeing this, the bl**d Demon Ancestor’s autobiography abruptly ended.
“Tsk tsk!”
“This bl**d Demon Ancestor is truly a genius!”
“He could come up with such odd methods.”
As he spoke, Chen Changsheng stored the book in a unified space.
“Unity, do you think the artificial spirit roots mentioned in the book by the bl**d Demon Ancestor could be possible?”
“The latter part of the autobiography mentions artificial spirit roots multiple times, along with many hypotheses by the bl**d Demon Ancestor.”
“I feel it makes sense.”
