Chapter 003: The Blood Pill of the Strange Serpent

The small snake opened its mouth, and Bone Saint suddenly rushed over and grabbed the small snake by its seven inches. He found the sensation in his hand somewhat strange, as he felt that the snake's neck was unusually hard where he was gripping it. Nevertheless, he managed to subdue the snake and also found food.

He looked around, hoping to find something to satisfy his hunger. He had long heard that wild fruits and game could serve this purpose, but he had never tasted them. Now that he had a body, the only benefit was the ability to eat. However, the Bone Saint had practiced for hundreds of years and had never tasted the smoke of the human world; how could he know what "wild fruits" or "game" were? He had been resurrected from dry bones, and everything from his past life had long been forgotten. To him, wild fruits were relatively easy to understand; they were wild-grown fruits, which he had seen others cultivate—those on trees and in fields. He understood this, but he could not grasp the concept of game: wild flavor? How could that be explained? At that time, he resided in the lofty Bone City, one of the three Saints of the Demon Path, and how could he dare to ask such a simple question? Thus, even now, he did not know what game was, nor how to eat it.

He gently nudged Bone Saint, who was already fast asleep and did not respond. Daoist Jiu Xian had already guessed what was happening. He picked up the deeply slumbering Bone Saint and took flight on his sword, returning to the Wuwei Sword Sect

This type of snake poses almost no threat to cultivators with strong willpower, and no one has ever remembered it. The Dream Flower Snake, which has been cultivated for over a thousand years, is even rarer. Very few people are aware of the efficacy of its inner elixir, and even Bone Saint does not know.

He was in the shadows, closely observing the rock, which was as large as an elephant, seemingly protruding from the ground like an eagle. A faint red light crawled up the mottled surface of the rock to its very top. The moonlight was pure and white, allowing Bone Saint to see clearly that it was a small red snake. Bone Saint did not recognize this type of snake, but he assumed it was not very venomous; he was familiar with the snakes that could generally pose a threat to cultivators. Gazing at the small snake, Bone Saint's mouth watered; he was extremely hungry. The small snake seemed to be basking in the moonlight, lazily coiling its body and stretching on the rock. He slowly approached, making not a sound.

The Daoist Jiu Xian said, "Shishu, the Menghua snake on the mountainside has encountered a calamity today." Gu Wuxi was somewhat surprised, "Why didn't I sense any movement?" Daoist Jiu Xian replied, "It is merely a human calamity." To cultivate into an immortal, whether one is human, beast, or ghost, one must undergo the three calamities of heaven, earth, and humanity. The human calamity is naturally the lowest level of tribulation. Only after overcoming the human calamity can one face the earthly calamity, and ultimately confront the heavenly calamity.

He first went to seek out his master’s uncle, the old and mischievous Sword Saint Gu Wuxi. This was the first time he had encountered a situation like that of the Bone Saint, and he was unsure of how to proceed; he wanted to hear his master’s uncle's opinion. The so-called immortal Gu Wuxi had already begun meditating. This nonchalant swordsman sat on a mat, holding his celestial sword, with his eyes half-closed; for a cultivator, this was a form of rest. Daoist Jiu Xian respectfully said from outside the door, "Master Uncle, I have something to consult you about." The door opened without wind, and Gu Wuxi yawned and stretched, asking, "What is it that brings you here so late?"

This little snake is also a serpent monster that has cultivated for a thousand years. On this day, it had originally come out to bathe in the moonlight, absorbing its own inner elixir, hoping to enhance its power. Unexpectedly, just as the inner elixir was released from its belly and had not yet been fully expelled, it was caught by someone, the elixir stuck in its throat, leaving it with no way to resolve the situation. Thus, the thousand-year-old spirit was easily consumed by the Bone Saint, who at that moment was at least "as powerless as a chicken." However, the Bone Saint did not fare well either. Why? Because this snake is a Dreaming Flower Snake, which possesses no other abilities but to induce sleep. Its inner elixir is a toxic substance accumulated over a thousand years of cultivation. Consuming it would indeed lead to a deep, unshakeable slumber.

In the depths of his slumber, Bone Saint was completely unaware that what he had consumed was not a treasure capable of enhancing his power, but rather a death warrant that would keep him in eternal sleep. Bone Saint had barely fallen asleep when a gentle breeze swept by, and a figure appeared beside him. This person was none other than the leader of the Wuwei Sword Sect, Daoist Jiu Xian.

The Dreaming Flower Serpent has been sheltered under the Misty Rain Peak for quite some time, hasn't it? How could Daoist Jiu Xian not be aware of this? The Wuwei Sword Sect has always been quite open-minded towards other beings. With a solid foundation, Misty Rain Peak gathers the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, allowing creatures to practice here and be spared from the calamity of heavenly thunder. Since the Dreaming Flower Serpent resides here, they have not driven it away. The serpent is also quite understanding, never crossing the cloud thicket to approach the territory of the Wuwei Sword Sect, thus maintaining a peaceful coexistence. However, tonight, Daoist Jiu Xian suddenly calculated that this Dreaming Flower Serpent faces a great calamity, and he came specifically to check on it, only to find that he was still a step too late; the Dreaming Flower Serpent had been consumed by the Bone Saint!

The mountain path was rugged. The Bone Saint, having lost his divine power, was still able to walk steadily at first. However, after traveling several dozen miles, he began to struggle, his steps becoming unsteady as he stumbled and swayed while making his way up the mountain. After climbing a few hundred meters, he could no longer endure it and stopped to rest. At that moment, he looked up to see the peaks towering into the clouds, realizing that he still had a long way to go before reaching those clouds.

The body of the Bone Sage is formed from the gathered spiritual energy of the fields within the Yunhua Cave, possessing excellent innate conditions in all aspects. After a brief rest, his strength is restored. He has a resolute character, never giving up until he achieves his goals. Once he has rested sufficiently, he immediately stands up to continue his ascent. Thus, he alternates between walking and resting, and by evening, he finally climbs beneath the colorful clouds, reaching what can be considered the halfway point of the peak. The Bone Sage sits down heavily on the ground, at this moment no longer concerned about the image of a master-level expert. Exhausted and hungry, he collapses on the ground, unwilling to move. Fatigue is manageable; a short rest can alleviate it. However, hunger has followed him like a shadow throughout the day. At night, as the moon rises, this shadow of hunger still closely trails him. The Bone Sage feels that there is no gap between his front and back abdomen, and he cannot even tell where his bones have been pushed to. Yet, hunger has followed him like a shadow throughout the day. At night, as the moon rises, this shadow of hunger still closely trails him. The Bone Sage feels that there is no gap between his front and back abdomen, and he cannot even tell where his bones have been pushed to.

The Bone Saint did not realize that food needed to be processed before it could be consumed. He brutally devoured the poor little snake as if it were raw flesh and blood. When he reached the seven-inch mark, he felt something hard to chew and spat it out, discovering a small red ball. The Bone Saint was knowledgeable and immediately recognized it as an inner elixir formed by a beast after thousands of years of cultivation. He found it strange that this little snake did not seem to possess such powerful abilities; otherwise, he would not have been able to catch it so easily. Nevertheless, the Bone Saint understood that after experiencing great misfortune, he had stumbled upon great fortune. Consuming this inner elixir would undoubtedly enhance his power significantly. Although it would not be as strong as before, it would at least prevent him from being bullied. Having spent a long time in the demonic path, his first thought was always about self-preservation.

Given his own shortcomings, Bone Saint focused his search for food on wild fruits. He searched tree by tree, but at his height, it was fortunate to find any grass, let alone fruit trees. Unable to find the fruit trees he envisioned, Bone Saint had no choice but to start looking on the ground. He remembered seeing someone digging in the earth and pulling out something to eat. Although he did not know what it was, he thought that as long as it was edible, it would suffice. Bone Saint, unable to find the fruit trees he envisioned, had to start searching on the ground. He recalled seeing someone digging in the earth and pulling out something to eat. Although he did not know what it was, he thought that as long as it was edible, it would suffice. Bone Saint formed his palm into a knife and struck down: "White Bone Knife!" There was no movement on the ground. Bone Saint patted his former head and his current forehead, muttering to himself: "Alas, I forgot again; I am no longer what I used to be." He squatted down and began to dig with his hands. After a few moments, his fingers began to bleed. Although they would heal quickly, it was very painful. Bone Saint had no choice but to find a stone and dig little by little. ... muttering to himself: "Alas, I forgot again; I am no longer what I used to be." He squatted down and began to dig with his hands. After a few moments, his fingers began to bleed. Although they would heal quickly, it was very painful. Bone Saint had no choice but to find a stone and dig little by little. ... He dug a large pit, but found nothing. He dug a second one, still nothing. The third one...

The Bone Saint devoured the small snake voraciously, swallowing it whole, skin and bones, in just a moment. Still feeling somewhat unsatisfied, it licked the blood off its hands clean. Having eaten to a moderate fullness, it was already quite satisfactory. The Bone Saint then lay down, ready to have a good sleep, preparing to continue climbing upward tomorrow

The Bone Saint was exhausted, yet he found nothing edible in the soil. Lying on the ground, he gasped for breath, recalling the scene he had witnessed earlier. No, he could not have been mistaken; what was going on? Why could he not dig it out? The Bone Saint was perplexed. He stood up again, squatted down, and continued to dig with a stone. He dug several large pits, while above him, the moon hung in the sky like a silver plate, round and bright. The Bone Saint continued his efforts for food, his stone falling as he dug another large pit. At that moment, a sudden noise came from a nearby rock. After all, he was a creature of several hundred years, and he immediately became alert, stepping aside to hide.