I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Chapter 547 - 453: Living Jiang

"Great Power Demon Suppression Force... using Qi and blood as the foundation, consolidating the body’s strength... visualizing the Divine Image, drawing Primordial Qi into the body... five blood exchanges..."

The information in the remnant ghost’s memories was chaotic and even had many contradictions and gaps.

However, Chen Sheng quickly sorted through the information in the residual soul, his gaze focusing on the three most important words:

"Divine Image."

This Divine Image is the core of the Great Power Demon Suppression Force. Through visualization, it communicates with the Primordial Qi of heaven and earth, guiding one’s own Qi and blood to resonate with the external Primordial Qi, thus enhancing cultivation efficiency and strengthening strength.

However, the Divine Image in the remnant ghost’s memory was severely incomplete, only a few rough outlines were left, and even the specific form was blurred.

Without any hesitation, Chen Sheng instinctively activated his spiritual power, aligning the method he created, the "Devouring Elephant and Dragon Technique," with the outlines of the illusory images in the incomplete diagram.

In an instant, Chen Sheng’s Qi and blood surged violently. Originally, when operating the "Devouring Elephant and Dragon Technique," the absorption of Qi and blood was like a trickling stream.

Now it transformed into a rushing river, the speed of Qi and blood circulation in his meridians increased several times over.

Every inch of muscle quivered subtly, becoming more refined, even the bones emitted faint "crack" sounds, as if undergoing secondary forging.

Chen Sheng slowly opened his eyes, a sharp gleam flashing in them, thinking to himself:

"Indeed, this is the cultivation method that fits the world’s rules here. Using visualization to draw Primordial Qi from heaven and earth to assist Qi and blood refining is far more efficient than relying solely on the cultivation technique."

But soon, Chen Sheng gently shook his head.

The Divine Image in the remnant ghost’s memory was too incomplete, even if he improved it, it could only slightly enhance cultivation efficiency and couldn’t address the fundamental issues.

To truly perfect this cultivation system, a more complete Divine Image or more Martial Arts cultivation techniques from this world are needed as references.

He did not rush to further deduce but instead turned his gaze to Tiger Mother.

When Tiger Mother killed four people previously, the violent fluctuations of Qi and blood and the fierce Evil Qi gave him some inspiration.

He began to recall Tiger Mother’s entire process of killing and making remnant ghosts — Tiger Mother’s fierce Evil Qi restrained the dead’s soul, turning them into remnant ghosts.

This was instinct-driven, but the principle of "Qi and blood locking the soul" and "Evil Qi refining the soul" contained within it gave him some insight.

"The power of the soul in this world is closely connected with Qi and blood and Evil Qi... perhaps it can be utilized slightly."

Chen Sheng’s thoughts turned. With his foundation, as long as he grasped the rules of the soul in this world, he could easily exploit, or even modify them.

...

"Old Qi, heading up the mountain again?"

A hoarse voice rang out.

The man called Old Qi responded with a wry smile:

"If I don’t go up the mountain to work, the whole family will have to live on air! I’m just going to check if there are any gains from the traps I set up earlier."

"Alright then, but be careful! These days, the beasts in the mountains have been very restless, all very fierce. It’s too dangerous to go alone."

"Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing."

Wang the Seventh, dressed like a hunter, wearing linen clothes, with a bow and arrows on his back and a shining hunting saber at his waist, quickly walked into the forest.

He skillfully navigated through the dense woods, soon finding the traps he had set up before.

The first trap was empty, the second trap was destroyed by some unknown beast, and the third trap was also empty...

After checking several, there was no gain, making him shake his head and curse:

"Truly unlucky, how many days has it been, and not even half a rabbit has been caught."

With a final shred of hope, Wang the Seventh headed for the last trap.

This trap was set up near a valley often frequented by wild boars. When he pushed aside the grass and saw the scene in the trap, he was overjoyed.

Inside the trap was a half-grown wild boar, snorting and struggling, weighing at least dozens of pounds.

"Goodness, finally a catch!"

A broad smile spread across Wang the Seventh’s face. He quickly drew the hunting saber from his waist, stealthily approached, and prepared to finish off the young wild boar with one swift move.

But just as he raised the hunting saber, about to strike down, a fierce, bloody wind suddenly assaulted him from the rear side.

Wang the Seventh was startled, and he quickly turned his head to look, his pupils shrinking to the size of a needlepoint.

He saw a huge wild boar, as big as a yellow ox, with its head lowered and two thick tusks gleaming coldly, charging at him crazily!

The wild boar’s hair stood on end, and its eyes were filled with bloodshot streaks—clearly, it was the mother boar attracted by the struggles of the little wild boar.

"Not good!"

Wang the Seventh was scared out of his wits, not daring to care about the little wild boar, and turned to flee.

But how could his speed compare to that of the furious wild boar? With a "bang" sound, he was brutally struck and sent flying by the boar, his body tracing an arc in the air before heavily crashing to the ground, spitting a mouthful of blood on the spot, while his hunting saber fell to the side.

The intense pain made his vision go black, and he completely lost consciousness.

After knocking Wang the Seventh away, the mother boar emitted a low "hum-hum" sound, preparing to advance and tear him apart.

But just then, a deafening tiger roar suddenly resonated through the mountains and forests, carrying endless evil qi and pressure.

The mother boar trembled all over, her eyes instantly filled with fear, no longer daring to stay, turning around to frantically flee into the depths of the forest, completely abandoning the trapped little wild boar.

As the tiger roar subsided, a snow-white figure slowly emerged from the depths of the dense forest—it was Chen Sheng.

He walked with steady steps, one by one reaching the unconscious Wang the Seventh on the ground, casting a condescending glance, and nodded slightly, musing inwardly:

"He’s still alive; it’ll be him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Sheng slightly raised his head, two faint white smoke pillars suddenly puffing out from his nostrils.

These smoke pillars were not ordinary vapor; rather, they were condensed from a mix of his spiritual energy and his own blood and evil qi, carrying a peculiar rhythm that enveloped Wang the Seventh’s body slowly.

Upon contact with Wang the Seventh’s body, the smoke pillars seemed to come alive, drilling into his body through his seven orifices.

In a daze, Wang the Seventh’s soul was hooked out of his body by this white smoke. As soon as he was detached, he saw Chen Sheng squatting by his side.

The snow-white fur, sinister "王" pattern, and those profound, icy beast eyes scared him out of his soul, making him scream and want to run away.

With an indifferent gaze, Chen Sheng gently opened his mouth, emitting another tiger roar.

This tiger roar was different from the one before that intimidated the wild boar. It wasn’t loud but carried a special mental wave, like an invisible shackle, instantly binding Wang the Seventh’s soul firmly in place.

Wang the Seventh was horrified to find his body couldn’t move at all, only able to stare helplessly at the opposite party.

In the next moment, Chen Sheng’s spiritual energy surged into Wang the Seventh’s soul like a tide, beginning to comb and transform his spirit.

He stripped away part of the fear emotions from Wang the Seventh’s soul, and then used his own qi and blood to inscribe a subtle mark on his soul.

This mark was like a black thread, with one end connected to Wang the Seventh’s soul and the other leading to Chen Sheng. With just a single thought from Chen Sheng, he could easily erase his soul.

After finishing all this, Chen Sheng withdrew his spiritual energy, lifting the restriction on Wang the Seventh’s soul.

That black thread-like mark, like a black thread, guided Wang the Seventh’s soul back into his body.

After half a moment, Wang the Seventh’s fingers suddenly twitched, then he slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were no longer filled with terror. Instead, they were full of awe and obedience, with a slight flicker of dark light deep within.

He struggled to get up from the ground, disregarding the pain in his body, and walked directly before Chen Sheng, kneeling with a "thud" and kowtowing three times reverently, his voice somewhat hoarse but extremely devout:

"Greetings, my lord!"

Chen Sheng quietly watched this scene, quite satisfied in his heart. This was the living ghost servant he created by combining his own foundation with the rules of this world.

Unlike the Tiger Mother that formed instinctively with low intelligence and only a shadow of a soul, without a physical body, the ghost servant he refined had a clear consciousness, retaining complete memory and ability while being absolutely bound under his control.

Chen Sheng slightly raised his claw, his voice low and authoritative, directly transmitting into Wang the Seventh’s mind:

"Go, seek out the complete information of the God’s Intent map and report to me."

"Yes, my lord!"

Wang the Seventh replied respectfully, then stood up, picked up the hunting saber and bow lying on the ground, and patted the dust off his body, proceeding as usual toward the outskirts of the forest.