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The State of Jiang was located at the southern end of the Mysterious Rock Continent. It was a medium country located in the southernmost region of the sixteen kingdoms near the sea.

The Great Hengshan was a mountain located in the middle of the Jiang Country. The mountain was shrouded in mist all year round, and the villagers in the nearby villages wouldn't go too deep into the mountain to gather herbs and hunt. It was said that immortals lived in this place. Every time the sun rose, the entire mountain would shine with a rainbow of colors. It was extremely gorgeous.

One day, it was raining heavily on the mountain. In a place in the valley that resembled a cemetery, dozens of children were lying on the ground in disorder. Upon closer inspection, their faces had turned black. It seemed that they had been deeply poisoned and had not lived for long. Some of them had even lost their breath. A boy struggled to move his body, but lacked the strength to do so. A five serpent snake appeared out of nowhere and bit towards the boy's neck. The boy's entire body twitched and foamed at the mouth. He rolled his eyes and breathed his last.

The boy slept for several days in a daze. His charred skin was already dry and cracked. Under the intense pain, the boy opened his eyes.

"Me. "I'm not dead yet?" The boy opened his eyes with great difficulty. In a stone room, he was laid out flat on a stone bed. Not far away, a black-clothed old man was fiddling with a bottle of wine.

"Strange, why is the poison from the five poisonous snakes not as strong as expected?" How could it be this kind of reaction? Could it be a mutation? It must be so. " The old man mumbled to himself.

"The Golden Centipede died quite thoroughly. En, this poison is not bad. Add some Corrosive Grass, Luohan Fruit, no, red Luojia Fruit, En, ok. Not bad, not bad. "Hehe, it's too much of a waste to use this brat to test this. Just use this needle to test out your reaction." Saying this, the old man took out a silver needle and picked out that bit of venom, then gently inserted it into the blood vessel in the boy's arm.

"AHH!" "Ahhh!" The boy's body was screaming at the top of his lungs. His roar was filled with pain and his entire body trembled. He struggled a few times before he rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Tsk tsk, the effect is very good. Catch two cultivators another day to try their poison." "Yes." The old man touched the boy's pulse and nodded. As expected, the dragon poison I planted in his body has been neutralized, and the five poisonous snakes have disappeared as well. This deity is indeed as recorded in the book. Interesting, interesting. "

The old man nodded and continued to study the various poisons.

What the old man didn't know was that an unprecedented change was happening to the boy's body. Earlier, the heavenly thunder had stopped at the boy's heart and was entangled with the Five Serpent's strange poison. Originally they had been at peace, but suddenly this immortal had suddenly joined in and had a violent reaction.

More accurately speaking, the moment the boy's heart stopped beating, the lightning and the strange poison actually rushed into the depths of the boy's sea of consciousness and wrapped around his soul. The childish soul had no ability to resist at all, and the strange poison seeped into his soul, and his entire soul suddenly became multi-colored, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. The five elements' poison and soul became one, and they could no longer be separated.

His soul seemed to be enduring an unimaginable pain, but a determined gaze appeared in the boy's eyes as he growled in a low voice. The five-colored soul propped up the blood-colored chain that tightly wrapped around him, and the chain gradually loosened. The little boy held a ball of green light in the little hand of his five-colored soul. It was the Immortal Fall. The boy could not remember any of this after he woke up.

"Kid, you're awake? When I wake up, I'm going to eat the food on the table. However, this old man will not let you go just like that. From today onwards, you will stay here and help this old man clean up the cave abode, and by the way, hehe, feed all the poisonous creatures that feed this old man. "

The boy had not died, so he naturally knew that he had to obey orders. He hurriedly got up and ate the food on the table. After wolfing down his food, the boy suddenly felt a stomachache again.

The boy was sweating profusely from the pain, but his whole body was feeling really good. After taking a few deep breaths, he suddenly stood up. His strength seemed to have increased a bit as the boy childishly clenched his fists. The old man laughed and said, "Alright, come with me."

The boy followed the old man to a small stone room, "From now on, if I tell you to sleep here, you have to answer. Do you understand?" "What's your name?" Me. "I don't know either." The boy shook his head.

"Don't know?" "Fine, let's see how black you are. Just call me Charcoal." Just like that, the old man gave him a name. "Oh, okay, grandfather." The boy nodded. Grandpa? "Hahaha, call me master! If you ever call me wrongly, I'll hack you apart!" The old man said in fear.

The boy was so scared that he immediately knelt down, "Yes, yes, master!" The old man said slowly, "Hmph, this old man will not raise trash. This old man will find time to teach you how to read, only then will I be able to grow medicinal herbs for you." If you don't learn fast enough, this old man will chop you up and feed you to the poisonous bugs. "

The little boy was quite frightened. He knew that the old man was not joking. When he was captured, there were still a few adults. The old man had cut off their tongues and threw them to who knows where. In his heart, the old man was a devil. At this moment, he could only follow his orders and didn't dare to make the old man unhappy. Thus, the boy kept kowtowing to the old man, "Please don't kill me, Master, please don't kill me!"

The old man laughed, "Good, good, haha." As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the boy's scorched skin drifted down like snow. The new skin inside had already started to grow; it was truly tender.

"Charcoal, change into these clothes and come next door." Charcoal nodded and changed into a new set of clothes he had obviously taken from the other children.

The old man took out a "Thousand Character Classic" and began to teach the boy like a teacher. What the old man didn't know was that every time the old man taught him a word, the word would appear in his sea of consciousness. The old man didn't know that every time the old man taught him a word, the word appeared in his sea of consciousness. Charcoal found that his memory was quite good. He could teach him almost all of them, and could even teach them a thing or two.

The old man was surprised, thinking that Charcoal was a very clever child. Thus, on a whim, he taught him many ancient seals to test his memory, but who would have thought that these ancient seals would actually emit a brilliant golden light in front of Charcoal's soul. These five colored souls seemed to be very happy, as if they wanted to grow dew to nourish their souls. The old man actually showed all of the ancient seal characters he had seen in his boredom to the boy, all for the sake of teasing him. With his ability as a cultivator at the level of photographic memory, of course he would remember. The old man seemed to be extremely bored. He was actually making fun of a young boy who was a few years old.

"How is it? Can these be written in secret? " At this moment, Charcoal shook his head. Those words could clearly be seen in his mind, but they were like living creatures. They were transforming, combining, and revolving around his soul. The boy could not write it.

"If you can write it down, then I suspect that you are a cultivator too. These ancient seals must have come from some unknown ancient language. To use such a precious jade tablet to write it down, they must be extraordinary." The old man muttered to himself for a long time as if he was trying to remember something. How could the old man know that these were not words to think about, but words for the soul. Ordinary cultivators only cultivated the primordial spirit. Who would know how to cultivate the soul? They would only be able to hide it deep within their primordial spirit and cultivate it to an incomparably sturdy level.

However, Charcoal did not know that the words were currently in front of the soul, each uttering their own syllables. That pronunciation and its mysteriousness was not something that could be replaced by human speech. The five-colored soul silently followed the pronunciation of each character, and every time it made the right sound, its body would flash with a five-colored light as the blood-colored chains around it also gradually expanded and condensed, while the Sea of Consciousness was like a sea of clouds, rolling and expanding its range bit by bit.

Charcoal only felt that his brain was getting more and more useful.

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