Time Traveling: The Ultimate Cultivation of Immortals

"Crack, crack..." The spirit fruit was crunchy and sweet, and when he chewed it, it was fragrant and sweet, delicious, and he gradually ate all of the spirit fruit.

After swallowing all the flesh of the spirit fruit into his stomach, Lan Chuya suddenly froze for a moment, and then his face distorted for a moment...

"It hurts, it hurts..." The pain suddenly burst from the body, and it was extremely painful in an instant, without any preparation.

He couldn't feel the specific pain, but he felt pain in every inch of skin, every muscle and bone, and every flesh and blood in his whole body.

This kind of pain is a kind of swelling pain. The seven meridians and eight meridians are like blowing up a balloon. It is like blowing air into the limit, and it is about to burst.

Lan Chuya clenched his teeth in pain, his teeth creaked, his lips turned white, and he kept rolling on the bed, but the pain didn't ease at all, on the contrary, it continued to increase.

Big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and after a while, his whole body was soaked as if soaked in water, his face turned from white to red and then purple, and his body was about to explode.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

"Quickly introduce the aura in your meridians into Dantian, or you will explode and die." An unfriendly voice sounded out of thin air, the heavy voice didn't seem to come from the mouth, it was extremely strange.

Lan Chuya couldn't help but think too much, at this moment, it was as if he had grasped the last straw, endured the extreme pain, quickly got up and sat down cross-legged, made seals with gestures, and silently recited the mantra.

Instead of the mantra of absorbing the white mist in the air, use the second half of the sentence directly to introduce the spiritual energy into the dantian.

Only then did he discover that what was about to explode the meridians of his body was a strong aura, and it was still increasing, and this aura came from the stomach... the spiritual fruit he had just eaten.

It turns out that the function of the spiritual fruit is to increase spiritual energy and assist in cultivation.

At first the pain was overwhelming, but as the aura was introduced into the dantian, the aura in the meridians continued to decrease, and the pain also gradually eased. When it was reduced to the range that the meridians could bear, the pain disappeared completely.

Introducing the last trace of spiritual energy into Dantian, Lan Chuya couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. He almost died just now. If he really exploded and died, the appearance of death would be disgusting.

Not caring about his body that seemed to have been watered, Lan Chuya thought, with so much aura this time, there must be some changes in his dantian.

However, when he tried it, it was still empty, like an endless black hole, boundless and dense. When his spiritual consciousness saw this, he was in no mood to explore further, and returned to reality very disappointed.

I won't eat anything indiscriminately again, it's terrible.

Looking at the sky, it was already midnight, and it took him two or three hours just to introduce the spiritual energy into his dantian, which surprised him greatly.

After his emotions returned to calm, the sense of joy for the rest of his life made him feel relaxed.

But as soon as he relaxed, the hunger in his body became clear. His body couldn't store spiritual energy, and he was sweating all over. He had endured extreme pain just now, and his body was exhausted.

From the corner of the eye, Lan Chuya glanced at the bundle of yellow firewood in the corner, and Lan Chuya decided to go out to find something to eat.

One more thing he did before going out was trying to communicate with the voice just now.

Tried a dozen times, nothing happened.

This made him suspect that he was hallucinating from the pain just now.

Forget it, let's ignore it for now, let's find something to eat, he's about to starve to death.

Gently opened the door and left, trying to minimize the range of movements during the process, so as not to cause any big noise and wake up the people in the house.

Lan Chuya grew up in this big house, but he has been to very few places, and his memory is vague.

Every time he went to the front yard, those people would bully him, verbal bullying was okay, anyway, he couldn't understand, he could only perceive the other party's emotions through emotions, but more of them were physical insults.

For example, making him kneel, kowtow, being a horse, barking like a dog, forcing him to eat food that was knocked over on the ground...

Knowing that others treated him badly, when he grew up, Lan Chuya didn't go out much, and basically sat in his yard in a daze, looking at the clouds in the sky, and talking to himself.

After growing up, Zhou Nan discovered his talent of infinite strength, so he took him up the mountain to cut firewood.

The reason why Lan Chuya listened to Zhou Nan so much was because Zhou Nan gave him steamed buns, and the second was because Zhou Nan was his only friend.

That's right, Lan Chuya regarded Zhou Nan as a friend.

Only Zhou Nan would talk to him with a pleasant face, would not beat him or scold him, at most he would call him a fool contemptuously, which made Lan Chuya feel a little warmth from the whole world.

When he saw these memories, he was about to explode, followed by endless sadness.

Lan Chuya was just mentally incomplete. Not only did he not get the love of his father, but he was regarded as a shame.

Being insulted by so many people, they all watched with cold eyes.

There is no conflict of interest between him and everyone, but everyone treats him worse than an enemy.

Lan Chuya restrained his mind and stopped thinking about it. When he has the strength, he will definitely retaliate against each other in the same way, and none of them can escape.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, I tiptoed towards the kitchen.

Today's moonlight is not very bright, it is hazy, covering the earth like a layer of tulle, revealing a bit of coldness.

The more you walk towards the kitchen, the more luxurious the house is, unlike Lan Chuya's poor courtyard, everything is so simple and old.

Even the kitchen is better than where Lan Chuya lives.

The kitchen is very large, a big house with three entrances.

Lan Chuya pushed open the kitchen window, poked out half of his head and looked in. After a glance, his thick eyebrows were frowned. Why is there nothing in such a big kitchen?

Suddenly, there were a few crows of chickens in the dark night.

Lan Chuya's eyes lit up, there is a place for feeding livestock near the back door, why not go...

Gently close the window again and move closer to where the livestock are being fed.

A black, thin, cat-slung figure kept shuttling through the shadows and darkness, lightly and delicately, without making any sound.

The destination was soon reached.

Pushing open the courtyard door, approaching little by little.

There are sheep in the fence on the left of the entrance, chickens, ducks and geese in the fence on the right, and many other livestock species, all of which are fed with spiritual water.