I AM GRINDING EXPERIENCE IN ANOTHER WORLD

Several days later, at noon.

Chen Mu strode out of the Grinding Stone Workshop.

“Senior Brother Chen, where are you off to?” A few Daoist Soldier Apprentices gathered on the front corridor ran into Chen Mu and couldn’t help but ask curiously.

“Oh, I’m headed to the Wanjing Cave,” Chen Mu lied casually.

“Senior Brother, you sure are diligent. No wonder your Demon Dispel Skill has improved so quickly, allowing you to leave Prison Valley early,” one of them said, smiling in admiration.

“Well, with my meager talent, the only thing I can rely on is diligence,” Chen Mu sighed in self-deprecation.

The other man’s facial muscles twitched, barely suppressing the smile on his face.

Diligence?

In the entire Grinding Stone Workshop, you’re the one who arrives the latest and leaves the earliest, yet you have the audacity to claim diligence?

Chen Mu cheerfully nodded at the group before lifting a small wooden bucket filled with Demon Qi Stone Powder and striding away.

“Three days fishing, two days drying the nets… Even if you gave him three years, he wouldn’t graduate from the Grinding Stone Workshop. Diligent? What a joke,” one person muttered under their breath.

“Who knows? Maybe he’s got a backdoor connection,” another speculated maliciously.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you suggesting he bribed Senior Brother Lu to get out of Prison Valley?” someone else raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t talk nonsense!” the person who spoke first frowned and scolded. “It’s probably Elder Hu in the Wanjing Cave who’s the real recipient of any bribes.”

The crowd collectively had an epiphany.

…

“Stop right there! Where do you think you’re going?” At the Grinding Stone Workshop’s entrance, Yang Fu glared with his beady eyes fixed on Chen Mu.

“Senior Brother, I’m heading to the Wanjing Cave. Elder Hu Buwei wants to impart a secret scripture to me that can accelerate my mastery of the Demon Dispel Skill,” Chen Mu lied with a straight face.

Does Old Man Hu really have a shortcut to mastering the Demon Dispel Skill?

How come I don’t know about it?

Yang Fu looked utterly unconvinced.

“Look, today I only needed half the usual time to grind out fifty pounds of Demon Qi Stone Powder. That’s progress!” Chen Mu said with a serious expression.

“Really?” Yang Fu scratched his head in doubt.

“Absolutely,” Chen Mu immediately nodded.

“But whether Elder Hu acknowledges it, I can’t guarantee,” he added, giving Yang Fu a knowing look, his eyebrows slightly raised in a mysterious gesture.

That money-hungry old man started a new business?

And he didn’t cut us in with some White Jade?!

Yang Fu’s brows furrowed deeply in suspicion.

Great, go bother that old miser then.

Chen Mu maintained a neutral expression, but inwardly he was laughing gleefully.

I’m only doing this because the old man’s life rhythms feel strangely familiar—not because I’m still bitter about him swindling me out of three hundred pieces of White Jade back then!

…

Three hundred miles south of Qingqiu Mountain, in a vast and boundless dense forest, towering trees over a hundred meters tall were packed tightly together.

Their sprawling canopies blocked out the sunlight, leaving the forest floor dim and chilly even at noon.

A gentle breeze swept through, and Chen Mu’s figure emerged in the woods.

Ding!

A sound, like a fine needle striking a rocky surface, echoed out, and Chen Mu’s Body Protection Aura appeared.

He turned his head to his right shoulder, where at some unknown moment, a slender, needle-thin transparent thread about the length of a sunflower seed had begun floating just above his aura.

It hovered steadily, continually pressing toward his ear canal with surprising strength and had already formed a conical indentation in his Body Protection Aura.

If not for his River Chariot Cultivation and the strength of his aura, the needle might have already pierced into his ear.

Ding ding ding…

With a series of crisp, continuous chimes, countless transparent needles suddenly appeared on Chen Mu’s aura, making him look like a porcupine in the blink of an eye.

His surroundings, a dense stretch of the forest both in front and behind him, were already blanketed with these invisible needles without his notice.

“With these invisible needles spread so densely, what prey could possibly escape?” Chen Mu clicked his tongue in amazement.

“No wonder the Hundred-Eyed Spider reigns as the undisputed ruler of Mist Forest, and no one dares to hunt it lightly.”

Even his Body Protection Aura could be dented by the needles. Ordinary Qi Cultivators in the Primordial Talisman Realm wouldn’t last long under such an assault.

At that moment, the faint rustling sound of movement reached his ears, causing Chen Mu to look up.

What he saw were large black shadows, each the size of millstones, silently descending from the tree canopies over a hundred meters above.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that they were massive spiders.

Their bodies were covered in fine, transparent hairs—the very source of the countless invisible needles.

Their eight thick, muscular legs tucked against their abdomens as they clung to strands of silk, maneuvering their enormous bodies downward at an astonishing speed.

Hundreds of pitch-black, glistening eyes covered their backs, and with just one glance, Chen Mu’s skin crawled with goosebumps on his arms.

“These things are seriously unsettling to look at.”

In front of him, black smoke roiled as the red gourd appeared in midair, about the height of his forearm.

The gourd’s surface rippled like water, and with a soft “shing,” nine Vermilion Feather Swords slowly emerged, forming a ring and floating around Chen Mu.

He cast the Truth Listening Divine Power, locking onto the life core rhythms of the Hundred-Eyed Spiders.

In the next instant—

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

Nine streaks of crimson light shot into the forest.

Plop!

A single drop of blue blood fell from midair, bending a blade of grass under its weight before trickling off the tip and shattering into tiny star-like fragments on the ground.

A massive dark shadow plummeted from the sky.

Boom!

A gigantic Hundred-Eyed Spider slammed into the forest floor. Its eight legs twitched a few times before going completely still, its life force extinguished.

A surge of black smoke rushed forward, enveloping the colossal spider’s body.

The mountain-like creature rapidly shrank, as though melting into the ground. By the time the black, water-like smoke receded, the spider’s corpse was gone—along with even the drop of blue blood on the grass.

“With these Hundred-Eyed Spiders to replenish them, the Ghosts should have enough to feast on for more than ten days,” Chen Mu said, inserting his Mana into the Five Ghosts Bag. Sensing the growing Essence within the Bottomless Pool, he grinned.

The Exotic Beast Meat provided by the Administrative Affairs Institute was far too insufficient to support the Heavenly Demon Body’s transformation, so he had decided to focus on Mist Forest instead.

Spanning thousands of miles, Mist Forest teemed with Exotic Beasts and Monsters, providing ample sustenance for the Ghosts and enough resources to fuel his cultivation.

Thanks to the Vermilion Feather Swords, Chen Mu had scouted numerous Exotic Beast gathering points during his idle fishing hours.

The Hundred-Eyed Spiders, rulers of the Mist Forest with their vast numbers and vigorous life force, quickly drew Chen Mu’s attention.

Thus, the long-dominant Hundred-Eyed Spider colony met its fateful calamity.

Thud, thud, thud…

As crimson threads wove and pierced through the air, each Hundred-Eyed Spider that fell was swiftly stored into the Five Ghosts Bag.

At first, clusters of spiders attempted to use their “spider sea” tactic to take down Chen Mu. Yet before they even got near him, they were annihilated by the Five Ghosts Moving Mountain.

After several failed charges, the mutation-enhanced spiders—lacking much intelligence—quickly realized Chen Mu was no ordinary prey and began scattering in all directions.

By dusk, Chen Mu stood atop a massive tree.

Far off in the distance, the treetops quivered and swayed like rippling waves as the Hundred-Eyed Spiders fled in every direction.

“What a pity, at least half of them managed to escape.”

“The Vermilion Feather Swords are still too few, and their killing efficiency is a bit slow.”

“If only I had one or two hundred of them, tsk…” Chen Mu lamented with a tinge of regret.

“But perhaps this is for the best. If they were completely wiped out, it would be harder to find such a large cluster of exotic beasts in the future.”

“Let them reproduce for a while. Once the Essence from this batch of spiders is depleted, I’ll come for another harvest.”

“With this sustainable approach, I might just be able to accomplish the Spirit Seed Tribulation Splitting Technique using only the Hundred-Eyed Spiders.”

The nine Vermilion Feather Swords transformed into red threads and returned to his sleeve. Chen Mu chuckled and turned back toward Qingqiu Mountain.

…

With the large number of Hundred-Eyed Spiders filling the Bottomless Pool, the Ghosts now had ample Essence to provide ongoing Yin Spirit Divine Power for his cultivation.

Chen Mu’s life resumed its steady rhythm.

At daybreak, he would report to the Grinding Stone Workshop, grind fifty or so pounds of Demon Qi Stone Powder, and then begin his dedicated act of faking diligence.

His focus, however, was on immersing his mind into the Secret Acupoint at his brow, converting the cold white mist and concentrating on nurturing and transforming his Heavenly Demon Body.

Early to rise, early to bed, eating and sleeping well—his cultivation improved daily, and he led a leisurely life.

By evening, at his cliffside Cave Mansion—

After dinner, Chen Mu lay on a rocking chair at the doorway, gazing at the sky.

While watching, he guided a wisp of Innate Primordial Qi into the Secret Acupoint at his brow.

Within his brow, mist swirled, a considerable amount of cold white fog already accumulated.

Yet as the Innate Primordial Qi passed through the Secret Acupoint into his Heavenly Demon Body, the previously stagnant and slowly absorbing cold mist instantly diminished by half.

“As expected, both Innate Primordial Qi and cold white mist promote the growth of the Heavenly Demon Body, but each focuses on different aspects.”

Innate Primordial Qi strengthens the foundation, constructing a taller and broader skeletal framework.

The cold white mist accelerates growth, rapidly filling the skeletal framework with sinews and muscles.

This wasn’t his first experiment of this kind.

“One to twenty-three.”

“A single unit of Innate Primordial Qi paired with twenty-three portions of cold white mist achieves the fastest Heavenly Demon Body transformation.”

“There’s still over four months until the Daoist Soldier Contract signing.”

“Maybe this year I can join the Thousand Mechanisms Sect instead of waiting another three years.” Chen Mu silently calculated in his heart.

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