Chapter 5 What if I lose my life

　　As soon as the wooden sword fell into the pot, there was no particular change, and Bai Xiaochun let out a light eep, reluctantly widening his eyes and staring carefully at the wooden sword. 　　After waiting for half a day, and never seeing anything strange happen, Bai Xiaochun thought for a moment, looked at the lines on the tortoise pattern pot, then at the ashes of the wood inside the fireplace, and, pondering, turned around and left the room, and when he came back a few moments later, he had a few more pieces of wood in his hands that were the same as those in the fireplace before. 　　This wood was not particularly unusual in the fireplace room, and he had asked Zhang DaFat for some. 　　Setting the wood on fire, Bai Xiaochun immediately saw the first lines on the tortoise pot brighten up once again, while the wood fire burned rapidly and gradually died out, and when Bai Xiaochun's mind moved, the wooden sword inside the pot suddenly shone with a blinding silver light. 　　Bai Xiaochun took a few steps back, and within moments the light dissipated, and he immediately felt a stern intent emanating from the pot. 　　Taking a deep breath, he cautiously moved closer and saw that the wooden sword inside the pot had developed a piercing silver pattern, just like the spirit rice, which was slowly darkening and eventually becoming a dark silver color! 　　The entire body of the sword was slightly different from before, and although it was still wooden, it gave off a metallic sharpness, and Bai Xiaochun's eyes lit up as he stepped forward to cautiously remove the wooden sword, which felt heavier, and when he got it close to him, he even had a sense of a chilling aura. 　　"It's done, this wooden sword has successfully refined the spirit once." Bai Xiaochun was ecstatic, holding the wooden sword lovingly, looking at the pot again, pondering what to do with the object, and finally deciding to just leave it here; the more it was, the less anyone would care. 　　As for the spirit rice, eating it would be just that, while the wooden sword was easily not to be seen, and Bai Xiaochun pondered the idea of covering it with some dye that might diminish the glow of the spirit pattern. 　　Thinking of this, he tidied up a bit and walked out of the house, pretending to be fine until the night a few days later, when he brushed some of the various colored juices from the fire stove room he had collected over the course of the day onto the wooden sword, making it look colorful and tattered, and then maneuvered it around a bit to find that the spirit lines had indeed been covered up quite a bit and were no longer so obvious, before he nodded in satisfaction. 　　Over the next few days, Bai Xiaochun was like a fish out of water in this Fire Stove Room, mingling with several of his senior brothers and becoming familiar with the workings of the Fire Stove Room, especially since different spirit foods required different fires, and were even divided into what was known as one-color fires and two-color fires, and he had come to understand that the wood that had been underneath the tortoise-printed pots before was the same spirit wood that had produced the one-color fires. 　　In particular, Zhang DaFat was quite fond of Bai Xiaochun here, and took extra care of him, and a few months later, it did indeed, as Zhang DaFat had once said, make Bai Xiaochun here, gradually fattening up. 　　Now he, is no longer just into the clan when the dry and thin, the whole person has gained several rounds of fat, on the other hand, more white, looks more and more harmless, just like white nine fat the name to go close to. 　　As for the matter of food, also experienced a few times, but let Bai Xiaochun distress, is his weight rose, but the cultivation is always slow, later he simply do not think about it, all day long with a few brothers eat and drink, so comfortable, for the clan a lot of things, but also in the past few months, from the Zhang Dafat side heard a lot of the Spirit Stream Sect has a certain understanding. 　　Knew in the sect divided into the inner door as well as the outer disciples, the handyman if you can cultivate to the third layer of qi condensation, you can go to break the road of the trial of the peaks, if you can succeed, you can worship the peak of the trial, to become the peak of the outer disciples, and only become an outer disciple, only is considered to have stepped into the doorstep of the Spirit Stream Sect. 　　However, this matter is like a fish jumping over the dragon door, each peak of the trial road is opened every month only to take the first three, so the number of people who also become outer disciples from one year to the next is fixed. 　　This day, originally should be seven fat down the mountain to purchase, but because of the delay, Zhang DaFat a wave of hands, let Bai Xiaochun down the mountain a trip, Bai Xiaochun hesitation, thinking of several months do not see Xu BaoCai again, think it should not be anything, but still feel uneasy, back to the room to take out the seven or eight kitchen knives, and put on five or six pieces of leather, the whole person is fast into a ball. 　　But feel still not safe, so found a sturdy pot, carried on the back, which felt a sense of security, staggering out of the fire stove room, down the mountain. 　　Walking down the clan's verdant stone path, Bai Xiaochun looked around at the stunningly beautiful courtyards and attics, and a deep sense of superiority lingered in his heart. 　　"White foals pass by, life is like a dream... I, Bai Xiaochun, have been practicing in this life for a few months now, and when I look back on the mortal world, I think of the village back then, and I'm filled with sighs." He muttered emotionally to himself, with his hands behind his back, seven or eight kitchen knives hanging from his waist, a black pot on his back, and layers and layers of leather coats on his body like a tattered ball of leather, and along the way he encountered a number of handymen who gave him sideways glances upon seeing him. 　　In particular, a few female disciples were amused by Bai Xiaochun's appearance and laughed like silver bells. 　　Bai Xiaochun's round face flushed slightly, feeling more and more majestic as he coughed dryly and walked forward with his head held high. 　　It wasn't long before he could walk out of this third peak's handyman area, when he suddenly saw a number of handymen in the distance, each with an uplifted look, running quickly in a direction where the third peak's mountain paths were located, and where the outer sect disciples hung out on weekdays. 　　Gradually, more handymen were running with excitement, and this scene caused Bai Xiaochun to freeze, and hurriedly chose one of the skinniest teenagers from the crowds passing by himself, and grabbed him. 　　"This senior brother, what happened? Why are they all running that way?" Bai Xiaochun asked curiously. 　　The teenager revealed his displeasure at having his body grabbed, but after seeing the large black cauldron behind Bai Xiaochun's back, his eyes immediately revealed envy, and his expression eased. 　　"So it's the senior brother from the fire stove room, you should go and take a look too, I heard that Zhou Hong and Zhang Yide, the pride of the outer disciples, are fighting in the trial arena at the bottom of the mountain, the two of them have some personal grudges, and I've heard that they're both at the sixth level of qi condensation, so how can you go and take a look at this kind of spectacle, you might be able to gain some insights or two." After explaining, the teenager was afraid that he wouldn't have a spot if he went late, and rushed forward. 　　Curious, Bai Xiaochun took a step forward as well, following the crowd, and within a few minutes he was out of the servant's area and at the foot of the third peak, where he saw a huge high platform. 　　This high platform is a thousand feet in size, at the moment surrounded by countless densely surrounded by handymen, and even on the mountain there are many figures, dressed obviously expensive, are the outer disciples, but also in the observation. 　　As for the high platform, at this moment there are two young people, wearing the same expensive robes, a person with a scar on his face, a person with a face as white as jade, is each other's silhouettes interlaced, there are bursts of roaring sound out. 　　This two people outside the body have treasure light flashing, scar-faced youth in front of a small flag, windless automatic, such as an invisible hand grabbed and waved, formed a fog tiger, roaring sound deafening. 　　And that face white as jade youth, is the figure shuttle, a small blue sword, cut out gusts of spirit marks, extremely flexible whistling away. 　　Bai Xiaochun's eyes widened as he watched this scene, and he took a deep breath. He could also manipulate a wooden sword, but it was difficult to compare it to the youth with the white face. 　　In particular, the two of them didn't seem to have too many reservations when they struck, and they were so murderous and dangerous that they had multiple wounds on their bodies, which, although not vital, were still shocking to watch. 　　This was the first time Bai Xiaochun had ever seen a cultivator fight, and it was very different from the immortals he remembered, with the kind of ferocity and hostility that made his heart skip a beat. 　　"Cultivating immortality ...... is not for longevity, why fight and kill, in case of loss of life ......" Bai Xiaochun swallowed a mouthful of saliva, when he saw the scar-faced young man's small flag illusion of a misty tiger with a ferocious bite toward another person to devour, Bai Xiaochun wiped the sweat from his head and felt that it was too dangerous out there, and that it would be safer to return to the Fire Stove Room. 　　With that thought, he hurriedly backed away, but just as he did, a loud roar came from not far away. 　　"Bai Xiaochun!!!" 　　Bai Xiaochun turned around, and immediately saw Xu Baozai, who had written the blood letter in the first place, charging toward himself with a fierce grin on his face, a wooden sword in front of him radiating an unusual light that was clearly not comparable to a Qi Condensation layer, and at the moment tracing out an arc that radiated not-so-weak Spirit Pressure as it headed straight for Bai Xiaochun. 　　As Bai Xiaochun watched the wooden sword approach, his pupils shrank, and he immediately felt an intense life-and-death crisis. 　　"This is going to kill me!" Realizing this, he let out a mournful scream and pulled his legs out to run. 　　"Murderer, murderer ......" The sound was so loud that it caused many of the surrounding handymen to hear it, and one by one, they looked in surprise, and even Zhou Hong and Zhang Yide, who were fighting on the elevated platform, paused for a moment with each other, which was evident in the loudness of the sound wave. 　　Even Xu Baozai was taken aback; he had clearly just shouted out the other party's name and chased after them, and his sword hadn't even touched them yet, but Bai Xiaochun's screams were as if he'd been stabbed in the body himself with a few holes. 　　"Bai Xiaochun don't run if you're capable!" Xu Baozai's face was ironic, his teeth itching with hatred as he chased straight after Bai Xiaochun. 　　"If I had the ability to kill you, I'd still be running my ass off, killing people, killing people!" Bai Xiaochun screamed miserably as he traveled extremely fast, like a fat rabbit, and in the blink of an eye, he was almost out of sight. 　　At the same time, at the top of this mountain peak, there is a hanging out of the court pavilion, within which a middle-aged and an old two cultivators, are sitting opposite each other, playing chess with each other, the middle-aged is exactly Li Qinghou, the old man across from him, with a head full of white hair and a rosy face, with streams of light overflowing within his eyes, a look at extraordinary, at this moment, swept his eyes down the mountain, and laughed. 　　"Qing Hou, that little waif you brought back, there is something interesting." 　　"Let the Sect Leader laugh, this son's character needs to be honed some more." Li Qinghou had a bit of a headache, and after landing his pieces, he shook his head and said. 　　"The few children in the fire stove room are all high minded and proud, for this son to be able to mingle with them, it's not simple ah." The old man stroked his beard, a derisive look in his eyes.