Blood draining technique?
Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, and then asked Bai Zixi, “Is it difficult to learn the blood-draining technique…”
Bai Zixi shook her head, “It’s not difficult to learn, but it’s difficult to use.”
“The blood-draining technique is a simplified form of divine consciousness control, which can draw demon blood with spiritual consciousness. Divine consciousness control is an ability of foundation-building monks. Although Qi Refining monks can barely use it, it cannot be separated from the air, and it consumes a lot of spiritual consciousness.” Bai Zixi explained.
If it’s just that his spiritual consciousness consumes a lot, Mo Hua shouldn’t be afraid. After all, he’s not very good at spiritual roots and body training, so he only has some strengths in his spiritual consciousness.
Mo Hua looked at Bai Zixi expectantly with a pair of dark, watery eyes.
Bai Zixi understood, sighed slightly, and took out another book from the phoenix pattern storage bag.
The book cover reads “The Art of Drawing Blood”.
“Draining blood is quite laborious and consumes a lot of spiritual consciousness. Most monks won’t learn it. You should be careful.” Bai Zixi said.
“Okay!” Mo Hua said happily.
Then he also took out a mahogany food box from his storage bag. There were several pieces of jade cake and a pot of pear blossom stuffing in the food box.
The jade cake is sweet and the pear blossom stuffing is sweet. When mixed together, they have a rich aroma.
“My mother made it newly, let me try it for you.”
Bai Zixi was stunned for a moment, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she was not polite to Mo Hua. She picked up a piece of jade cake with her fingers and ate it in small bites.
Maybe it tasted good, Mingli’s eyes narrowed slightly.
When Bai Zisheng smelled the fragrance, he sat up suddenly, sniffed his nose a few times, and looked at Mo Hua: “Where’s mine?”
“Don’t you have a headache?”
“It doesn’t hurt now.” Bai Zisheng said.
“You should rest more.”
“Have a rest after eating.”
Mo Hua shook his head and took out a plate of beef for him.
“This is cooked with spicy spices, which makes it spicier.”
Bai Zisheng picked up a few pieces of meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and immediately let out a roar and said, “It’s so spicy!”
After chewing a few mouthfuls, he nodded again, “It’s delicious!”
Bai Zisheng was so spicy on the one hand and so fragrant on the other. The bottom of the plate of beef quickly reached the bottom, and then he said:
“What did you want to ask just now?”
“I’m done asking.”
“I can’t eat your food for free. If you think of something else, ask!” Bai Zisheng insisted.
Mo Hua thought for a moment and then asked: “The blood-draining technique is a simplified form of divine consciousness control… Then what is the divine consciousness control?”
Bai Zisheng asked doubtfully: “You don’t even know how to control objects with divine consciousness? Monks in the foundation-building stage know how to do it.”
“Isn’t it normal that I, a Qi Refining monk, don’t know the abilities of foundation-building monks?” Mo Hua said.
Bai Zisheng couldn’t find any words to refute for a moment. He nodded and explained: “The so-called spiritual consciousness to control objects means that you can rely on your spiritual consciousness to control external objects from a distance. For example, these small stone tables and small stools can be controlled from a distance. Able to move with spiritual consciousness.”
“It seems like it’s not a big deal…”
“How is that possible?” Bai Zisheng snorted, “Of course it’s not a big deal to control these tables and stools, but you can control a sword!”
Bai Zisheng’s eyes shone, “Think about it, using a sword with spiritual consciousness! From a long distance away, with a movement of spiritual thought, the sword flew over with a swish, killing the enemy thousands of miles away! Isn’t it amazing?”
“Is it really a thousand miles away?”
Bai Zisheng was speechless and said, “Are you trying to make excuses?”
“It’s impossible for a monk in the foundation-building stage to spread his spiritual consciousness thousands of miles away.” Mo Hua said matter-of-factly.
Bai Zisheng reluctantly admitted: “Yes…it would be nice to have one who is ten miles away.”
Mo Hua had such an expression on his face.
“Cultivating Taoism must be rigorous. A slight deviation can lead to a thousand miles of error. If you are not clear about it, you can easily lose your life by fighting with others.” Mo Hua said with a serious face.
“What’s more, the difference between your Thousand Miles of Sword and the actual situation is nearly ten or even a hundred times. The error is so big, if you really take action, you will definitely be doomed!” Mo Hua added.
Bai Zisheng had no choice but to say, “Sword Controller with Divine Consciousness, aren’t you excited?”
“Swords are so expensive and I can’t afford them, so what’s the use of being excited…” Mo Hua said pragmatically.
Bai Zisheng: “…”
Mo Hua thought for a moment and then said to Bai Zisheng, “Are you a physical practitioner?”
“yes……”
“Do you also wield a sword as a physical practitioner?”
“Normally…not wielding a sword.”
“You can’t wield a sword either, so what are you excited about?” Mo Hua asked.
Bai Zisheng took a deep breath, and a feeling of powerlessness came to his heart.
He immediately lay down on the ground and said seriously to Mo Hua: “Mo Hua, in the future, there will be people in this world who will be pissed to death by your words!”
Mo Hua looked confused, “How is it possible? After all, they are monks and have a strong Taoist heart. How can they be angered to death by just a few words?”
“Don’t worry, there must be one!”
Bai Zisheng said firmly.
After Mo Hua and the Bai brothers and sisters separated, they began to learn the blood-draining technique when they returned home.
Blood-draining is not a spell, nor can it even be considered a secret art. It is a monastic craft similar to gathering medicine, mining, spiritual planting, etc.
Some monks will rely on this craft to draw fresh demon blood and sell it to trading houses or some monks who need demon blood.
The process of drawing blood is not difficult, but the burden on the spiritual consciousness is heavy and laborious.
The blood-draining monks are similar to the physical cultivators of the coolies from Lingyun Wharf, except that these physical cultivators rely on physical strength to move goods, while the blood-draining monks use spiritual consciousness to transport demon blood.
However, physical strength is easy to recover, but spiritual consciousness is not easy to recover, so the demon blood that the monks draw every day is limited, and the benefits are not high. At least there are not many monks who can draw blood near Tongxian City.
Mo Hua speculates that there are some monks in the state who can draw a large amount of demon blood and make a living by drawing blood. Otherwise, the scarcity of things is more valuable, and the spiritual ink used by the formation masters will be much more expensive.
But this is just a guess. My experience in the field of ink painting cultivation is limited, so I am not sure.
The art of drawing blood is not difficult to learn. If you follow the instructions in the book, you will be able to do it after learning it a few times.
As Bai Zixi said, the blood-draining technique is a simplified version of divine sense control. However, this kind of control cannot be separated from the air. You must put your palms against the monster’s fur to sense the flow of the demon blood, and then use your spiritual consciousness to control the demon blood to draw the demon blood from the monster. It was drawn from the blood of the beast.
There were no living or recently dead monsters in Tongxian City for Mo Hua to try out the blood-draining technique.
Mo Hua had no choice but to ask Mo Shan to cut a piece of fur with the bison demon on it, then pour water on it, and use his spiritual consciousness to draw the water through the fur.
Although it is quite different from the real blood drawing technique, it is better than nothing.
After actually practicing ink painting a few times, I mastered its usage.
However, the biggest problem is that although he has learned the blood-draining technique, there are no demon beasts to drain Mo Hua’s demon blood.
Without demon blood, it would be impossible to prepare spiritual ink. The problem of lack of spiritual ink still cannot be solved.
Mo Hua thought about it for a few days, and finally came up with only one solution: go into the mountains to hunt monsters!
Find a way to enter the Daheishan Mountains, hunt the monsters, and then take advantage of the monsters’ fresh blood before their blood has coagulated to drain the fresh monster blood from their veins.
This is the only way to obtain demon blood stably and in large quantities.
Mo Hua raised his head and looked across the houses and streets of Tongxian City to the dark and deep Dahei Mountain in the distance.
The mountains are dangerous, filled with poisonous miasma, shrouded in clouds and mist, and filled with evil spirit.
It is the habitat of powerful monsters, and it is also the place where countless monster hunters in Tongxian City have made a living and been buried for thousands of years…
(End of chapter)