Chapter 72: Lonely Cultivation Path

  "Huh? This thing hasn't been spat out yet?"

  June 8th is a special day across the country, even in the dead of night, there are still too many places where cheers and applause can be heard.

  As the night fell deeply, in a quiet and empty corner of the campus, Guo Zhengyang crouched silently in the darkness, holding a gourd and staring at it with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

  The college entrance exam finally ended, and he also completed his lifelong wish. At least this life, he has made his mother happy several times. So after the college entrance exam, he went home and said a few words to his mother, then that night, he packed up and left again, randomly finding a hotel to stay in, handling many miscellaneous things until midnight at 12 o'clock, before returning to school to dig out the things he had buried somewhere on campus.

  He dug several holes here, not only burying the treasures he got in Meichuan City last time, but also burying the gourd later. There were also some knives and clothes that had been swallowed by the gourd, which couldn't be discarded casually, let alone taken home easily. Without a storage ring, they could only be buried temporarily underground.

  Moreover, when he first obtained the gourd, he had already experimented with it, such as using it to swallow the spiritual artifact he had obtained in Mingchuan. The gourd could swallow almost any man-made object and then spit it out, which would greatly enhance the quality of the object. An ordinary knife would become able to cut through iron like mud after being swallowed once, and an ordinary garment would become almost impervious to knives and guns after being swallowed once. So when he first obtained the gourd, he had wondered what changes would occur if he were to swallow a spiritual artifact. Would it enhance the quality of the artifact?

  It was just that he didn't have any spiritual tools at the time, so he couldn't experiment with it. But this time in Mingchuan City, he got four spiritual tools, which were the best experimental materials. Unfortunately, more than a month ago, Wai Hu Lu swallowed one of the spiritual tools, but until now, Wai Hu Lu still hasn't spat out that spiritual tool, and it's been over a month already.

  Ordinary knives usually come out in one or two hours.

  It's impossible for Guo Zhengyang to say he wasn't surprised after such a long time, but since there was no result, he could only continue waiting.

  After muttering to himself, Guo Zhengyang first put away the gourd, then continued digging holes on the ground until he dug out all the things he had buried before, half an hour later.

  And the backpack behind him also changed from one to three.

  "No storage ring, it's really inconvenient, but at least it temporarily blocked the spiritual fluctuations of those treasures, although not completely, but at least weakened them. After this, I should find a place to cultivate properly, definitely not in the city, need to find a secluded place."

  Guo Zhengyang had obtained several spiritual instruments and treasures last time, all of which carried strong or weak spiritual energy fluctuations. However, now those things were wrapped in large plastic bags that had been swallowed by the crooked gourd, sealed with a seal, although for the items with strong fluctuations, these plastic bags could not completely block their spiritual energy leakage, but they still had some effect.

  For example, the scales, if not blocked at all, the spiritual energy fluctuations can radiate out a distance of one or two hundred meters to the left and right, but being wrapped in several layers of plastic bags, the scattered spiritual energy fluctuations become thin and can only radiate tens of meters.

  Otherwise, Guo Zhengyang really didn't dare to carry such a batch of treasures and walk around casually.

  These things are like a beacon in the dark for cultivators, and in places with thin spiritual energy, it's easy to attract the attention of cultivators, who might kill and rob them. This is also quite common in the cultivation world. As for Guo Zhengyang, there isn't much he can do right now. He could choose to keep these things buried underground until he gets a storage ring, then take them out again, which would be the safest approach.

  But now he can't do that.

  Because he needs these things for his cultivation!

  Although these spiritual instruments also have strange treasures, he basically can't study them out of the way, doesn't know what they are, but one thing cannot be denied, these things all contain intense spiritual energy, and this scattered spiritual energy is much thicker than the secular environment.

  So if you can find a secluded place to absorb the spiritual energy emanating from these treasures, it will be much more effective than cultivating in the mundane world.

  If he wants to quickly improve his cultivation, then he must take some risks and bring these things out.

  Guo Zhengyang quickly picked up the backpacks on the ground, slung two small ones over his shoulders and hugged a large one in his arms, before swiftly leaving the campus and heading towards Qingyuan City under the cover of night.

  He had already made up his mind about where to cultivate, Qingyuan City was a good place.

  Of course, it's not going downtown, but going to the mountains.

  Yanhe County, where Mingchuan City is located, is basically a plain terrain, while Qingyuan City has both plains and mountains. Finding a place in the deep mountains and using the spiritual energy of the treasures on one's body to cultivate is the best approach.

  When he was at the hotel before, he also used the hotel computer to check a lot of information and roughly remembered the route.

  ………

  "It's here."

  More than two hours later, in the depths of a mountain peak outside a county town in Qingyuan City, among the green-covered mountains and forests, Guo Zhengyang wiped away his sweat before throwing down his backpack and quickly unzipping it.

  He took out a few clothes and spread them on the withered branches and fallen leaves in the mountain forest, then untied his backpack and took out the treasure sealed in plastic bags and placed it beside him, before Guo Zhengyang sat down cross-legged.

  These spiritual instruments and treasures, all stacked together, the scattered spiritual energy fluctuations are enough to make the spiritual energy on Guo Zhengyang's side more dense than some places in the spiritual domain, which is indeed a great help for cultivation.

  To put it simply, if he were a normal cultivator in the secular world, from the beginning of his cultivation to the peak of Gathering Spirit, it would take him at least four years. Although he had taken a Wind Flower Pill before, which greatly enhanced his cultivation, it's likely that even with that boost, it would still take him about another year or so to reach the peak of the early stages of Gathering Spirit.

  But with the help of the overflowing spiritual energy from these treasures, this period of time can be greatly shortened.

  As soon as he sat down, he began to cultivate, and in the blink of an eye, one or two days had passed.

  For a day or two, Guo Zhengyang has been taking out instant noodles and mineral water from his backpack to eat, and he hasn't made any other movements.

  However, two days later he stood up and started digging a hole in the woods to bury something, and then picked up a backpack and walked out of the mountain forest.

  After going out, he walked to a place with signal and reported safety to his mother. After chatting for a few sentences, he returned to the mountain forest to start practicing again.

  "Practicing as a monk is a very lonely thing, often for ten days, half a month, or even a year or two without contact with the outside world. However, I always want to report my safety to my mother, so she won't be worried and think wildly, it's just back and forth, wasting time, sigh..."

  This road of defying the heavens and changing one's fate is not an easy one to walk, often encountering all sorts of crises of murder and danger, constantly struggling against heaven, earth, man, and demonic beasts, and even in the process of cultivation, it is lonely and dull.

  Without extraordinary perseverance and persistence, you can't even sit down for ten days or half a month, let alone endure that kind of loneliness and depression.

  However, Guo Zhengyang had long been accustomed to this kind of life, and he was no stranger to loneliness and desolation. What he lacked the least was patience.