Chapter 1 Insufficient Cultivation and Magic Weapon to Make Up

The hand holding the silver mirror trembled violently.

The strange face in the mirror shattered the last extravagant hope in my heart.

"Is it called 'Zhang Hao' from now on?

The world of self-cultivation actually exists!

Is there any magic?

Is there longevity? "

Although I had imagined time travel countless times, I was at a loss at this time.

He grabbed his thigh fiercely, and the severe pain caused 'Zhang Hao' to open his mouth wide, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Outside the door, there were faint footsteps and voices.

The left hand pressed the right hand, and the palm of the right hand was pressed on the thigh. The warmth of the palm gradually relieved the pain and gradually stabilized the mood.

The pain in his head was unbearable, and the two memories rubbed and collided like a millstone, constantly crushing the little reason.

Looking at the childish face in the mirror again, Zhang Hao couldn't help making faces at himself, baring his teeth, sticking out his tongue, and winking his eyes: "Well, it's acceptable to be eighteen again.

Hey, this mirror is so strange! "

This is a round mirror with a handle. The handle is inlaid with a pure and huge 'gemstone', and there is a simple and exquisite light cyan 'pattern' on the mirror.

The pattern starts from the 'jewel' and extends outward until it reaches "under" the mirror.

The mirror surface... is actually suspended, like a floating light.

A bit of memory emerges: this is a 'Life Artifact', and the 'gem' is a low-level spirit stone that has been cut.

The lines on the surface of the mirror are array lines; using a kind of 'spiritual material' called 'black iron', a small array method called 'mirror surface technique' is arranged.

"What a wonderful daily necessities, the world of self-cultivation, it is really wonderful."

Gently put down the mirror, stood up cautiously, not daring to put on shoes, walked and observed silently in the room with bare feet.

The quilts on the bed are made of exquisite cotton textiles, and the curtains are made of brocade silk;

The floor is a white jade water-milled slab with a little bit of blue and white; walking on it with bare feet, it is warm and cool, and the spirit is refreshed.

On the purple-red Eight Immortals table that exudes sandalwood, there is an exquisite tea tray with teapots, teacups, and snacks in it; gently touching, the teapot is slightly hot.

The tea tray is also a living instrument, which has the function of keeping warm.

There are many items in the room, but they are in order; calligraphy and paintings, jade carvings, books, pens and inks, etc. are all available; although the style is unprecedented, it is full of luxury.

If you observe carefully, you will find that there is a faint dust on the surface of some ornaments and hanging decorations, as well as in the corners of the room.

Is this a wealthy family in decline?

Or, in trouble?

Back on the bed, squatting with his head in his arms, enduring the swelling pain in his head, desperately remembering. Fragmented and chaotic memories finally assembled some valuable information:

"Zhang Hao" is the young master of the small cultivator family "Zhang Family", and his cultivation qualifications are not outstanding; at the age of eighteen, he has only refined Qi to the fifth level. Therefore, every once in a while, I would go to the 'Zixu Temple' on Cuizhu Peak to pray for blessings.

I don't want something to happen this time: the blessing turned into a curse, or a soul curse—a vicious kind.

Zhang Hao didn't know what happened next, he only knew that his 'father' Zhang Shengde was running around...until he crossed over by himself.

"That is to say, my time travel is still obtained by praying~~~Pray for blessings~~~"

Zhang Hao raised his head speechlessly, and was immediately stunned:

On the ceiling, there is an elegant but exquisite picture of flying immortals.

On the Rainbow Bridge, a fairy named Luo Chu flutters and flies to the top of the white clouds; there, there is a piece of Qionglou Yuyu looming across the sky:

Dragons, phoenixes, kylins, phoenixes, cranes and white tigers are among the legendary fairy birds and beasts; flat peaches and ginseng fruit trees are rich in fruits; green lotuses and colorful fairy gourds form an interesting contrast.

Between the white clouds, there are fairies playing; above the Hongqiao, there are heavenly soldiers stationed.

Beyond Qionglou Yuyu, among the misty white clouds, there are spiritual mountains and beautiful waters, and strange peaks and emerald greens.

Dimly, a dreamlike world of flying immortals slowly unfolds in front of your eyes; you seem to step on white clouds and ride the wind away.

A sudden headache brought Zhang Hao back to reality.

"This is... an illusion?!"

Zhang Hao thought deeply, "From daily necessities to decorations, there are traces of practice everywhere, exquisite and ingenious; comparing with memory, we can basically conclude that this is a prosperous age of practice."

Looking up at the picture of flying immortals again, Zhang Hao's heart gradually filled with great pride: Now that I have crossed over, I will definitely leave an immortal imprint in this world of practice!

However, as an outsider, what development direction should we choose?

Looking at the picture of flying immortals, Zhang Hao fell into deep thought.

The sound of heavy footsteps outside the door woke Zhang Hao up.

Taking a deep breath, I had to think about the current situation:

The father of "Zhang Hao" and the patriarch of the Zhang family, "Zhang Shengde", is a master of the Jindan stage; the Zhang family is a small cultivation family... um... a new business family, the main industry is smelting and selling black iron.

Wait, the style of painting is wrong!

This should be the world of self-cultivation, why did a 'new business family' come out?

The footsteps stopped at the door.

Zhang Hao's heart rose to his throat.

Time seemed to freeze.

After a long while, the door slowly opened; a figure who was tired but as firm as steel walked up step by step, holding a colorful gemstone in both hands carefully.

Then... wide-eyed and small-eyed.

Zhang Hao looked at the other party with a dusty face, a tired face, and suppressed anger in his eyes; but when he looked at him, he was full of regret, worry, and concern... There was also a little doubt, and endless surprises.

An uncontrollable impulse surged in his chest, Zhang Hao couldn't help himself, his voice was low and excited: "Father, I'm fine."

'Zhang Hao' was silent in his heart: This is the last obsession of the previous soul, just to tell his father that he is safe.

Forget it, since I have taken over your body, I will bear your responsibility.

Your relatives are my relatives! Your family is also my family!

Your responsibility will be borne by me!

Zhang Shengde stared at Zhang Hao in a daze, and carefully put the "gem" in his hand on the table. Excited and somewhat in disbelief, he staggered towards Zhang Hao, gently grabbed Zhang Hao's hand, and carefully inspected it.

After a while, Zhang Shengde's eyes burst into brilliance, he hugged Zhang Hao, and laughed excitedly: "Good! Good! Good! My son is blessed with great blessings, even if he casts a vicious curse on his soul, there is nothing he can do about it."

Amidst the laughter, there were hot tears falling down.

"Father, it's the baby that's not good, which made you and mother worry."

"It's not your fault." Zhang Shengde hugged Zhang Hao tightly, afraid of losing it again, "It's all because of the Qian family."

"The Qian family?" Zhang Hao searched his memory hard, "The Qian family on the other side of the town?"

"Yes!" Zhang Shengde gritted his teeth a bit.

Zhang Hao helped his father sit down, poured him a cup of tea, and asked the reason carefully,

Zhang Shengde's mood was agitated at this time, he did not doubt him, but told the truth:

This is a prosperous age of cultivation, and the demand for cultivation resources is almost a bottomless pit.

In such a prosperous age, the competition is fierce, and everyone tries their best to improve their combat effectiveness.

But practice cannot be achieved overnight, so how to quickly acquire strong combat effectiveness?

It's simple, if your cultivation is not enough, you can make up for it with a magic weapon!

Once the magic weapon is used well, it is not a dream for Jindan to abuse the Nascent Soul (although most of them are windy and cold).

Such an environment has created a prosperous business.

Among the many commodities, the most representative practice resource is "black iron".

Black iron is the most widely used spiritual material and the most abundant spiritual material; like steel in another world, black iron constitutes the main body of the world of magic weapons.

From extravagant life artifacts, to high-end magic weapons, to large-scale war artifacts, etc., Xuantie can be seen everywhere.

As he said that, Zhang Shengde sighed: "We and the Qian family are in the same town and mining the same vein of black iron, so we are at odds with each other.

Recently, we have made a breakthrough in black iron smelting technology, but it has made the Qian family dog ​​jump over the wall and do whatever it takes. "

"Father, now that I'm awake, we can make the Qian family fall!"

"It's too late!" Zhang Shengde sighed, "In exchange for this purification gem, I have already handed over my black iron smelting technology."

Zhang Hao stood up suddenly; wanted to say something, but couldn't;

Gradually, he sat down again.

The world of comprehension, family, sect, black iron, magic weapon, aura, formation... The memory of this world is rolling.

The world of science and technology, enterprises, universities, steel, machinery, electricity, circuits... The memory of another world is boiling.

Zhang Hao's eyes were dark, the teacup in his hand was gradually tilted, the tea flowed onto the table, and dripped to the ground again.

A hazy idea appeared in Zhang Hao's mind and gradually became clear:

Graft scientific ideas into the world of practice and guide the development of the family!

The 'emerging business family' is the perfect 'rootstock' for grafting 'scientific thought'.

Zhang Hao stood up again, his tone a little excited: "Father, I have a little vague idea that maybe the family can get out of the predicament and even go a step further.

But I want to understand the whole process of black iron smelting. "

Zhang Shengde looked at Zhang Hao, his eyes were full of doubts - he only thought that Zhang Hao was comforting himself, maybe a little nonsense.

Zhang Hao returned a firm gaze.

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