I picked up skill fragments in the demon world

#545 - Message from the spiritual world of the material world

Chapter 542 News from the Spiritual World of the Material Realm

“This thing is small and exquisite; it's a good item!” Zhang Tuowei crowded forward, his eyes fixed on Zhang Chen's small stove, blinking curiously.

This world has no fireproof materials, nor is there such a thing as a small stove.

Zhang Chen smiled softly upon hearing this: “Although this thing is good, you can't afford it.”

Zhang Tuowei's face showed a hint of disappointment, while Cheng Yu pointed at Zhang Chen's small stove, a look of caution in her eyes: “I can feel that within your small stove, there is a terrifying power brewing; once it erupts, it will surely cause widespread destruction.”

“You can feel the power within my alchemic furnace?” Zhang Chen asked, surprised.

It should be known that his Bagua Furnace is a congenital spiritual treasure; all the heat is suppressed within the Bagua Furnace by himself, isolated by the congenital restrictions, yet Cheng Yu can perceive the power of the flames within the Bagua Furnace through the congenital restrictions. Such keen intuition can be called a divine power.

“I can vaguely feel it; my instinct tells me that it's best to run away and stay away from this alchemic furnace,” Cheng Yu said very seriously.

“This little girl really has big secrets,” Zhang Chen muttered to himself.

Repairing, setting off, practicing martial arts.

The days began to repeat themselves, falling into a cycle. As the weather became colder and colder, Zhang Chen simply held the alchemic furnace and hid in the carriage, telling Zhang Fei, that kid, to drive the carriage.

Two months later, the first snow fell in the north, with goose-feather snowflakes falling from the sky, each snowflake as big as a palm.

This world possesses extraordinary power; the average cold in the north is fifty degrees below zero, comparable to the Arctic in later generations.

“Big brother, it's snowing!” Zhang Tuowei braved the cold wind, his little face frozen red, constantly rubbing his hands. Even wearing a bear-skin coat, he still couldn't withstand the biting cold wind.

Looking from afar, Zhang Fei, draped in bear skin, looked like a little bear.

Outside the carriage, Zhang Fei was shivering from the cold, while inside the carriage, the alchemic furnace emitted warmth, making the entire carriage as warm as spring.

Zhang Chen, wrapped in a tiger-skin cloak, huddled in his clothes, leaning against the carriage, half-asleep, while Zhang Shi and the others were either reading or meditating.

Hearing Zhang Fei's words, Cheng Yu put down the book in her hand, opened the curtain, looked at the heavy snow outside, and exclaimed: “Such heavy snow; I have never seen such big snow.”

“This year, two true dragons have fallen in the north, and their power circulates between heaven and earth, naturally deepening the power of this world,” Zhang Chen opened his eyes, his eyes looking out of the window, watching the palm-sized snowflakes, and couldn't help but marvel, admiring the wonders of nature.

“The snow is too heavy; let's take a break,” Zhang Chen looked at the gloomy sky, a misty gray, preventing him from absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, so he could only helplessly idle and ponder the Qi refining technique.

Zhang Fei pulled the carriage to a stop, then quickly unloaded it, using the carriage frame to set up a tent, while Zhang Chen, wrapped in tiger skin, stood aside holding the alchemic furnace, not participating in the construction of the tent, because the outside weather was too cold for Zhang Chen. The cultivation of Wenwu Fire was too difficult; the cold wind felt like a scraping steel knife to him.

The key is that he has no way to use the Wind-Fixing Pill to defend against the cold wind. After all, he needs his physical body to adapt to the aura of this world. If he uses the Wind-Fixing Pill, all the cold wind will be isolated outside, which would negate the meaning of cultivation for Zhang Chen, and perhaps cause major problems with his primordial spirit in the future.

The falcon spread its wings and soared, transforming into a size of several meters. Before long, it brought back a piece of firewood, its sharp claws crushing the firewood, then transforming back into the size of a sparrow, burrowing into Zhang Chen's chest, absorbing the aura of the solar charcoal fire.

For it, the solar charcoal fire is a great tonic, equivalent to the essence of the great sun.

Zhang Shi arranged the firewood, then Zhang Chen stretched out the alchemic furnace, gently approaching the firewood. As the congenital restrictions operated, a trace of insignificant heat leaked out, and the firewood was ignited by the residual heat of the alchemic furnace, emitting scorching heat. Then Zhang Shi began to wash the pot and cook.

The aroma of rice, along with the aroma of stir-fried meat, permeated the air, adding a bit of human warmth to this icy world.

Zhang Chen stroked the alchemic furnace, his eyes looking towards the distant sky, where the entire sky was pitch black, the clouds pressing extremely low, about four or five hundred meters high. Looking from afar, he could see the mist constantly condensing into ice and snow in the rolling black clouds, slowly飘落from the clouds.

“The fall of the true dragon is a natural disaster for the entire world,” Zhang Chen thought to himself.

“Dinner is ready!” Cheng Yu, holding a bowl of rice, came to Zhang Chen, muttering: “Logically speaking, shouldn't we be getting closer and closer to Jiangnan, and the temperature should be getting warmer? Why don't I see any change in the climate now?”

Hearing Cheng Yu's words, Zhang Chen laughed: “I probably know the reason. From the north to Jiangnan, there is a mountain range called: Qinling. The Qinling Mountains lie across the north-south dividing line, blocking all the cold air in the north, preventing the cold air from crossing over, which is why the south is warm like spring all year round. We are still some distance away from the Qinling Mountains. Moreover, because the Qinling Mountains block the northward flow of air, all the cold air gathers at the foot of the Qinling Mountains, so the temperature of the Qinling Mountains should be several degrees colder than the north of the north.”

The snow in the sky was very heavy, and soon it had covered the ground with a thick layer. At this time, a sound came from afar, causing the sparrowhawk in Zhang Chen's arms to become restless, which Zhang Chen suppressed.

Cheng Yu and the others were also keen-eared, and at this time, they all turned their heads to look. In the distant wind and snow, a dozen snow-white figures were integrated with the wind and snow, each emitting mist, staggering in the blizzard.

Let's talk about the north, half a month ago.

Chen Sanliang and Tiger Power Great Immortal stood opposite each other, their eyes looking at the crowded streets, both silent.

“The ancestor summoned me; is there any instruction?” Chen Sanliang took the lead to break the silence and asked.

“Why didn't Zhang Chen die?” Tiger Power Great Immortal's tender face turned to look at Chen Sanliang.

Chen Sanliang smiled bitterly upon hearing this: “This subordinate couldn't do it! If you want to punish me, this humble one has no complaints and is willing to accept it!”

Tiger Power Great Immortal looked up and down at Chen Sanliang, his voice somewhat sinister: “Are you not afraid of death?”

“Some things are more important than death,” Chen Sanliang said in a low voice.

Tiger Power Great Immortal's eyes stared at Chen Sanliang, and the air seemed to freeze at this time, with cold sweat constantly dripping from Chen Sanliang's forehead.

After a long time, Tiger Power Great Immortal suddenly smiled, and the frozen atmosphere collapsed in an instant: “You have passed my test.”

“Test?” Chen Sanliang was stunned.

“Zhang Chen treats your wife like this; if you really made a ruthless move, I would have to doubt whether your heart is made of iron.” Tiger Power Great Immortal said, turning and walking down the restaurant: “Tell you a piece of news: White Tooth Academy has a broken ruler that can connect to the legendary spiritual world. If you want to find the elixir of immortality in the spiritual world, you might as well try it in White Tooth Academy.”

“Ancestor, please tell me more details!” Chen Sanliang was shocked upon hearing this, and hurriedly got up to chase after him, even forgetting to ask about the test.

Three days later, Chen Sanliang ascended to White Tooth Academy, and a bloody storm broke out in White Tooth Academy.

In the icy wind and snow, Zhang Chen's eyes looked at the people coming from afar, their bodies surrounded by mist.

The mist was the people's breath; in this cold weather, people's breathing would turn into a large cloud of mist.

A group of people were covered with snow, their faces frozen purple, staggering in the snow.

“They look like scholars,” Cheng Yu's eyes pierced through the wind and snow, and after seeing the faces of the people, she said to Zhang Chen.

“These guys look very embarrassed!” Zhang Chen muttered.

In this world, people who can read are not simple people; at least they are aristocratic families.

Zhang Chen discovered the other party, and the other party also saw Zhang Chen's group, especially after seeing the raging bonfire, and the meat soup and rice, smelling the aroma in the wind and snow, their stiff expressions began to come to life, and they quickly approached the camp.

As the other party approached, Zhang Chen saw the other party's faces more and more clearly. There were fifteen people, all young men, wearing Hu Qiu, their clothes extremely gorgeous, but the embarrassment on their bodies made these people look like they were no longer wealthy, but very downcast.

“This sister-in-law, can you sell us some food? And spare us some kindling,” the leading scholar was seventeen or eighteen years old, and his words were very polite.

Zhang Shi looked at Zhang Chen, and Zhang Chen took over: “A mere kindling is all you need to take. It's just that food has to be bought with money.”

The leading scholar looked at Zhang Chen, took out a pearl from his arms, the pearl was the size of a pigeon egg: “Can this thing be exchanged?”

The pearl was light purple, and it was obviously a good pearl, worth at least a thousand taels of silver. Zhang Chen's eyes lit up, and he quickly put down the rice bowl: “Your pearl is too precious; I can't afford to exchange it.”

“I want to exchange it for all your food, and prepare some good wine and dishes to serve us. This pearl is yours!” The young master threw the pearl to Zhang Chen carelessly.

Zhang Chen is short of money now. How much money can he earn by hunting every day? When he arrives in Jiangnan, he still has to set up a family business, which requires a lot of money.

“Everyone, wait a moment; I will personally cook some food for you young masters. I dare not say that the simple food is delicious, but it is enough for you young masters to fill your stomachs. You can take the bonfire directly; we will make another pile.”

Zhang Chen took the pearl, looked at it in his hand, and purple pearls were really rare. Then he quickly arranged for this group of people to sit in front of the bonfire, and ordered Cheng Yu to make another pile of flames aside, and then personally went to the kitchen to stir-fry meat and steam rice.

“This deal is really cost-effective; these wealthy young masters completely don't treat money as money,” Zhang Chen's voice was full of emotion.

The poor are so poor that they can't survive, but the rich use a pearl to exchange for food. This difference is too great.

“Have you ever thought that the other party never intended to give you the pearl?” Cheng Yu said faintly from the side.