Chapter 236 The Secret of the Stone

Dahei can jump very high, just like Xiaohei.

Arya thought about it, and then realized that Dahei had jumped onto something that was as hot as fire.

"I'm fine. Do you see how black I am? It's because of the fire! I'm not afraid of fire!"

Zhang Tie poked his head out from the disc and said to Erya below, "Go back first and hide. Don't let anyone catch you again."

After saying this, Zhang Tie began to stare at the black stone in the fire.

The black stone was like a bag, not afraid of fire at all. It lay quietly in the fire like a stone in a river.

Erya saw that Dahei was fine and didn't scream like he was burned, so she believed him.

But she is an orphan. Her mother was roasted on the altar a few months ago, and her father died of illness. Arya has nowhere to go and dares not return to the village.

She just sat there, staring blankly at the flames dancing in front of her.

After watching for a long time, Arya found that the shape of the flame had changed. She saw the flame turned into her mother, smiling at her mother. While laughing, she praised Arya's eyes for being so big, as big as boiled eggs!

Arya also laughed, and then an invisible breath floated out from his eyes and went towards his mother in the fire.

The mother in the fire was smiling, and when she saw the breath, she smiled even more happily, her mouth stretched to her ears, and she waited greedily for the breath to come.

Arya's eyes dimmed a little, the breath took away the light in her big eyes, but she was very happy because her mother was smiling.

. . .

Zhang Tie looked at Erya squatting beside the fire and thought it was okay, as she was right under his nose and would be safe.

The black stone in the fire did not change. Zhang Tie felt that his experiment had failed and wanted to jump off the platform.

"Change!"

Zhang Tie paused, returned to the red plate, and stared at the black stone in the fire.

The color of the black stone changed. Zhang Tie's eyesight was very good and he clearly saw a little green appear on the black stone, and it was still expanding.

Just looking at this little bit of green made his mind feel refreshed. This must be a treasure that can restore his mind!
Zhang Tie didn't dare to move and stared at the stone intently.

He was not sure why the stone was formed. If it was really related to him standing on the altar, and he went down and destroyed the changes in the stone, it would be a waste of time.

The light in the little girl's eyes grew smaller and smaller, and the green in the stone grew larger and larger.

Erya felt very uncomfortable. The beautiful world under her big eyes began to become dim, so she rubbed her eyes subconsciously.

Then the stone would no longer be able to absorb the breath from Arya's eyes.

The flame's intoxicated smile disappeared, and it struggled and roared, but the flame could not make any sound. Arya closed her eyes and could not see it. The stone could only scream silently, and then slowly went out.

Zhang Tie felt like he was poured with a basin of cold water. The stone stopped turning green. Don’t stop!
He waited anxiously for a while, and found that the stone still did not change. Then he tried twisting his body and made a few more movements, but the stone still did not change.

Forget it, if there is no change, then there is no change. Zhang Tie is not greedy.

He jumped into the fire and took up a small piece of the stone which had turned green.

The stone felt warm to the touch, and gave off a scent that made Zhang Tie feel at ease. He put the stone in front of his nose and took a deep breath, as if he was drinking a sip of cool well water after being sweaty in the summer.

The whole person feels refreshed!
Zhang Tie quickly put away the stone and left.

Erya rubbed her eyes for a long time, but found that the grayness in front of her eyes could not be rubbed away. She burst into tears and cried for a while until she got used to her eyes that were no longer bright.

She looked up at the fire in front of her and found that Mother Flame was gone. She was about to cry again, but the water in her eyes had dried up and she couldn't cry.

Then she thought of Dahei.

What about the big black man?

Arya looked at the gray world and tried to open her eyes wider.

It seems to be working!

Erya saw a black shadow appear, very dark, and it seemed to be Xiao Hei!

He stared with his dim eyes, smiled and said, "Dahei, Dahei, is that you? Are you back?"

. . .

Sun Qian has been in this place for four months, and this altar is the fifth one he has asked the villagers to build.

He was dressed in black, which tightly wrapped his entire body, even his head, leaving only one nostril for breathing.

He was very timid, looking around with a shifty look, cautiously extending his spiritual sense, which flowed to the surroundings like a curtain of water.

When the water curtain showed that there was no one around, he became bolder and said to Arya, "Yes, yes, I am Dahei, and I am back!"

Sun Qian has the ability to identify the aura of people around him since he was a child.

In his eyes, there are only two kinds of auras among people in this world: one is as transparent as clear water, and the other is like a turbid quagmire.

According to his experience, if he encountered someone who smelled like mud, it would definitely be dangerous and very likely to threaten his life.

The breath of the little girl in front of me was as clear as flowing water.

Generally, people with clear breath don’t live long and are easy to deceive.

So he lied to Arya.

When the little girl heard the voice, she found that the person did not seem to be Zhang Tie. She suddenly became flustered, and her big eyes kept looking around for something.

He was afraid it was someone from the village.

Then she screamed in fright and ran to the side.

Sun Qian did not chase him, as he never wanted to cause trouble. Since the man had left, he let him go.

Sun Qian raised his hand, and a wave of spiritual consciousness emerged from his body, quickly condensing into a spiritual consciousness spike.

He aimed his spiritual sense at the girl and was about to fire, but when he looked at the girl's clear aura that looked like transparent crystal, he hesitated.

"Forget it. People like this won't live long anyway."

Sun Qian dispersed the spiritual thorns and continued moving forward.

Walking to the altar, he rubbed his hands excitedly. It was harvest season again!
However, after looking for a long time, he found that there was no obsidian in the fire.

He was very confused. Could it be that the villagers didn't listen to him?

The more I think about it, the more it seems possible!

But he checked again and found that there was indeed no trace of obsidian.

Sun Qian was furious. A bunch of mortals actually dared to disobey his orders! He was a cultivator, and he had condescended to contact them and taught them immortal arts, but they still didn't obey!

He wants to flatten this place!!
But then he thought again, if there were any other unexpected events, he couldn't take the risk himself!

Got it!

The shifty eyes in the black robe narrowed into a slit and he began to chuckle.

Then he turned around and left, heading towards the village.

Soon, half a day passed. The flames in the sky were still burning, and the people here had already started to rest. They closed the doors and windows, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Sun Qian could feel that everyone in the village was starting to fall into a deep sleep.

He took out a green stone from his black robe. The color was very similar to the green on Zhang Tie's stone. However, the emerald green color was inferior, just like a low-quality imitation.

He held the stone between his brows and then closed his eyes.

Soon, his spiritual consciousness surged out and entangled the green stone in front of him.

The surface of the green stone began to crack, and he quickly took out a small pot and put the broken stones in it.

Then the stone shattered into pieces and streams of green air began to emanate.

At this time, Sun Qian tried his best to use his spiritual sense to control these auras. They condensed together with difficulty, just like compressing and purifying.

This process was extremely difficult. Beads of sweat the size of beans kept pouring out of his forehead, and he looked like he was about to collapse.

After a long while, the green auras began to condense together and formed a green crystal. The green color of the crystal was almost close to that of Zhang Tie's stone, but the color was still quite different, and the size was also much different.

If the black part of Zhang Tie's piece was removed, the remaining piece would be the size of an egg, while his piece was not even as big as a fingernail.

Sun Qian was lying on the ground, his consciousness was empty, but his spirit was extremely satisfied, because this piece of spiritual consciousness crystal was the largest one he had ever obtained! !
He swallowed the spiritual crystal in one gulp, and all the dryness in his mind disappeared. Not only that, his spiritual power reached a higher level, and the effect was much better than the spiritual skills he had practiced for his entire life.

Swallowing a grain of spiritual crystal is equivalent to a lifetime of practice. Sun Qian is so happy!
It’s time to get down to business!
Sun Qian controlled this spiritual consciousness, which was a generation more powerful than before, and spread it out in all directions.

That night, everyone in the village had a nightmare.

They dreamed of the demon, who looked ferocious and terrifying beyond description, emitting a terrifying demonic voice, and said to the people in the village: "Sacrifice, he wants a sacrifice!"

The village chief was the most affected, as he was the one taken special care of by Sun Qian.

It was he who gave Sun Qian the spiritual consciousness thorn, but he dared to betray him. Therefore, compared to other people, Sun Qian gave four times the spiritual consciousness to the village chief.

The village chief’s nightmare is also the most terrifying.

He dreamed that his cherished clean clothes were stripped off and thrown into the garbage. He dreamed that he was thrown into a cesspool.

All kinds of white bugs crawled out of his mouth, nose, ears, and sat in his stomach.

The village chief wanted to commit suicide countless times in his dreams, but he couldn't die.

And what greeted him were even more vile insults. He was going to collapse!

At this moment, Mozi's voice rang in his ears, "Give me the green stone! Otherwise this will be your fate!"
After the dream disappeared, the village chief suddenly opened his eyes and began to dry heave towards the bed.

After vomiting for a while, he felt better.

He opened the window and the light from outside shone into the room.

He saw the vomit he had just vomited and recalled the scene in his dream. His stomach began to churn again.

He quickly ran out of the house and called a few people from the village to clean up his house.

It took him half a day to clean up before he finally felt relieved and walked into the house.

Then he saw a new bag beside his bed, which contained five black stones. He understood that the demon had come.

He was even more certain that yesterday's nightmare was real!
Then he thought of what happened last night and started shaking again. He quickly changed his clothes, which were spotless, and his shoes were spotless.

He walked out the door on crutches, yelling, “To the altar!”

The people in the village had never heard the village chief speak so loudly, and they were all scared like quails.

"Why aren't you leaving yet?"

The village chief was angry! The villagers looked left and right, and no one dared to raise his head to answer the village chief.

Only the new guy who replaced Douya's head came out. He felt that he was a newcomer and should show himself more in front of the village chief. Now people in the village didn't dare to speak, so if he said this, wouldn't he be able to show himself well?

So he said to the village chief: "We didn't bring back the offerings yesterday, and that little girl didn't even know she was coming back!"

"They seem to have lost the sacrifice!" The newcomer deliberately emphasized the word "they", causing the people around him to look at him angrily.

The village chief was furious upon hearing this and fired a spiritual spear at everyone.

How could the crowd withstand this spiritual thorn? They immediately fell to the ground with thuds as if they were hit by bullets, raising clouds of dust.

The village chief finally calmed down and took a few steps back to avoid the dust.

After everyone stood up in a daze, he shouted, "Go out and find him!"

With a single command, he drove the people in the village out.

Sun Qian, who was hiding in a corner of the village, curled up the corners of his mouth and left.

The obsidian must be burned for at least a month, and someone must be tortured on it, and the tortured person will emit mental fluctuations.

Obsidian will absorb these spiritual fluctuations and eventually transform them into green spiritual crystals.

It was with the help of this crystal of spiritual consciousness that Sun Qian greatly improved his spiritual power, and then he killed people for treasures, and ambushed and killed those cultivators with higher cultivation than him.

Only then was I able to raise myself, a person of average talent, to the late stage of foundation building.

And what a great place this is!!
There is an obsidian mine here, and there seems to be no other practitioners here. The entire place belongs to him.

He discovered this place by chance using his spiritual sense, and on a whim, after coming in, he never wanted to leave.

Let's go to the next place first! The obsidian there should be ripe, right?

Sun Qian walked away briskly.

. . .

Zhang Tie built another house for himself.

But the house was still underground, and he was used to digging downwards.

He has been studying this half-green stone these past few days, but apart from making his mind clearer, it seems that this stone really has no other special effect.

And that bag also puzzled Zhang Tie.

After a few days of rest, Zhang Tie felt that his spiritual awareness had become much more stable.

But every time he opened the bag, the feeling of his consciousness being pulled would reappear.

And after the job was done, he would have a headache for a while. Zhang Tie didn't understand why those mortals had no problem opening the bag, but he had this problem.

After studying for a long time, Zhang Tie still didn't figure out anything. He thought about it and decided to find Erya to experiment with it.

The people in the village regarded it as an enemy. If Zhang Tie asked them to do an experiment, they would not tell the truth.

So it’s better to go find Arya.

not good!

Zhang Tie suddenly remembered that he had left Erya there.

What if she was discovered by the villagers and thrown onto the altar?
Great!
(End of this chapter)