Mortals can only perceive the outside world through their eyes, ears, nose, tongue and body, and use their form, Śūāvakas and tastes to touch. After practicing, monks have increased their souls and souls, and they have more magical consciousness than mortals. In addition to being able to sense tangible things such as plants, trees, iron and stones, monks can also understand various spiritual energy, evil energy, yin energy and other invisible things between heaven and earth.

Among them, the most initial and shallow use of spiritual consciousness is the art of controlling objects that can be used by qi-training monks, and it is also the most commonly used spell for advanced monks. It has almost become their instinct. Zhang Shiping just wanted to use the art of controlling objects to absorb the black stones on the ground.

Of course, some casual cultivators who have no foundation and have just entered the practice of practicing can save some energy and can use their spiritual consciousness to activate the physical control technique. However, in this way, the soul will not be able to get enough training when it is weak. Few other monks kindly tell these casual cultivators about these small details of cultivation. By the time these casual cultivators discovered it, several years had passed.

The pills that can enhance the soul are not affordable by low-level cultivators. After they found out, they could only spend more than a year and a half to enhance their souls with a shallow soul training technique such as the power control technique.

Don’t think that a year and a half is very short. The monks are fighting for their destiny with the heavens. Perhaps this little time is the distinction between qi cultivation and foundation building. Cultivators like sects and families with inherited backgrounds will try to pay attention to these things at the beginning. Their souls will be stronger and their future path will be slightly smoother. This is the remaining shade left by their predecessors.

In Zhang Shiping's long-standing impression, some things that cannot be discovered with the five senses are usually hidden under the spiritual consciousness. If they cannot be detected, it is because their soul is not strong enough. But the black stone in his hand is obviously in his hand, which is extremely textured, but in his spiritual consciousness, it is impossible to detect and empty.

He flicked it twice, his voice was as crisp as a bell, and it was no different from the best jade.

Zhang Shiping turned back to the quiet room with the black stone, placed it on the stone table, and touched his chin with interest. He carefully recalled the classics he had read in the past. After a while, he was sitting up and frowned. He seemed to think of something slightly similar to it, but in the past two hundred years, he had read no less than ten thousand books of various classics, and there were as many as stars. I really couldn't remember what it was for a while?

After thinking for a long time, Zhang Shiping opened his eyes, flicked his fingers lightly, and an extremely slender red and yellow flame emerged from his fingertips and slowly fell on the black stone.

The flame quickly went out after falling on the black stone. At Zhang Shiping's attention, the flame seemed to be absorbed by the black stone, rather than being exhausted by the magic power. Seeing this, Zhang Shiping narrowed his eyes and lit several flames, but it was still the case. However, Zhang Shiping was not disappointed, but instead looked confident.

He tapped the stone table a few times, thought for a few breaths, and then turned his hand to sacrifice the real fire of the golden elixir. The fireworks were light golden, completely wrapping the black stone on the stone table. After about an hour, the black stone was a little bigger than before, and it was much crystal clear and brighter, and the surface was covered with spider-web-like cracks. Zhang Shiping did not remove his mana and maintained it calmly.

At this time, the sky outside had completely dimmed.

Several hours passed by. At the fifth o'clock in the morning, the cave where Zhang Shiping was still as bright as daytime. At this moment, he had dissipated the true fire and the black stone was gone. There was a fiery red warm jade box on the stone table, with hundreds of deep purple prisms the size of cat's eyes inside. The surface was covered with wisps of silver light spots, slowly circling on it, like a vast starry sky.

With a "splash", Zhang Shiping closed the jade box and then sacrificed a silver talisman to paste it on it. Then he put away the jade box with satisfaction.

After a night of sacrifice, Zhang Shiping confirmed that this black stone was a rare and precious spiritual object called the Ten Thousand Light Star Silver Sand. However, it was quite difficult to refine this kind of spiritual sand. The deep purple prism, the size of a cat's eye, was just the most preliminary refining. To refine it into the final silver sand, it had to go through nearly ten refining steps, which took several months and was extremely cumbersome and troublesome.

It was already clear now, and Zhang Shiping still had to see the ancestor Qingyu, but there was not so much time.

He stretched out his waist and walked slowly out of the quiet room. The three red and fire-like phantom locusts were squatting quietly in the corner, with their long tentacles still swaying slightly to warn. The bones of the doves on the ground had long disappeared, and only a little blood was left on the ground, and several puppets were cleaning them.

Zhang Shiping took care of his appearance and changed into brand new clothes. Although he had seen the Qingyu Ancestor many times, some of the etiquettes he should have could not be reduced because of this. This is not only a respect for himself, but also a respect for his predecessors in the world of immortal cultivation.

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An hour later, Zhang Shiping appeared in front of a loft that looked quite old.

There were two young green foundation-building monks on duty outside the attic who looked quite young, but Zhang Shiping didn't know him. There were so many foundation-building monks in Xuanyuan Sect, so how could Zhang Shiping recognize them one by one? Besides, he didn't need to waste this energy. These two foundation-building disciples obviously knew Zhang Shiping, the Golden Elder. As soon as he approached, they respectfully shouted "Elder Zhang."

Zhang Shiping nodded and said lightly: "Please report to the ancestor."

"The ancestor has given the order. Elder Zhang can go in directly when he comes. There is no need to report it, please!" The foundation-building disciple greeted with a smile.

After hearing this, Zhang Shiping walked into the attic and saw two old men talking in the lobby on the first floor.

One of them was wearing a soapy Taoist robe, with a green jade hairpin inserted into his bun, and his silver hair was as frosty as frost; the other was dressed in gorgeous clothes, wearing a lotus jade crown, with long beards on both sides and chests, and had a few subtle wrinkles on the corners of his eyes, but overall they looked much younger than the Qingyu Zhenjun. Apart from these two, there were no handsome maids waiting in the attic, which looked a little deserted.

As soon as he entered the attic, Zhang Shiping took a few steps, and then wrote to the two old men and said, "My younger generation, Zhang Shiping, paid homage to the ancestor, have met the senior!"

"Come here, I've been asking you to come from all the way. Thank you. Brother Mu, this kid is Zhang Shiping." Qingyu Zhenjun introduced to the friend beside him with a smile on his face.

When Zhang Shiping heard the Qingyu Ancestor call him a boy, he felt a little helpless. He had lived for about two hundred years, but in the eyes of the True Lord of Yuanying who was one or two thousand years old, he was still very young, so it was normal to call him a boy.

However, Zhang Shiping did not show any appearance of this emotion. He slowly walked to the two old men and heard the ancestor Qingyu pointing to the chair beside him and said, "Sit down."

Zhang Shiping did not refuse. He thanked him and sat down, straightened his body, waiting for what happened to the Qingyu Ancestor to call him.
Chapter completed!