studiobondurri Chapter 95: Fully paid back
Chapter 95: Fully paid back
Chapter 95: Fully paid back
Yuan Ming immediately realized that something was wrong. With a thought, his divine soul flew towards the direction of the room, trying to return to his physical body.
But at this moment, a gust of night wind blew again, blowing Yuan Ming’s divine soul out once more.
This time, his divine soul drifted even further, already reaching a distance of seven or eight zhang. The bone-chilling cold sensation became even stronger, and Yuan Ming felt even more fearful.
He tried to return to his physical body with his thoughts, but this time he was shocked to find that the connection between his thoughts and his physical body had become extremely weak. His divine soul couldn’t return.
After realizing this, Yuan Ming was immediately alarmed. He frantically waved his hands in the air, trying to go back.
However, this action did not have the slightest effect on his divine soul. It was as if a drowning person desperately trying to save themselves but being unable to do so.
A breeze brushed past, causing his divine soul to drift further away.Rêạd new chapters at novelhall.com
To Yuan Ming’s even greater horror, he suddenly discovered that as the connection between himself and his physical body weakened further, his divine soul was gradually becoming fainter, and his soul seemed to be on the verge of dispersing.
Just then, a gentle force suddenly surged from the direction of the room, enveloping his divine soul and halting its dispersal.
In the next instant, he felt his divine soul being pulled by this force. After a moment of dizziness, his vision instantly returned to his physical body.
Yuan Ming suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath, his hands clutching his shoulders. His body trembled, and he still felt the lingering cold sensation.
"It seems that your divine soul can only leave your body for a maximum of seven zhang. If it goes any further, it will lose control and there is a danger of dispersing." The voice of the silver cat sounded in his sea of consciousness, without any emotional fluctuations.
"I almost had a soul-scattering experience just now, and you were only testing the distance my divine soul can leave my body?" Yuan Ming was instantly annoyed.
"Understanding the state of your divine soul is the most basic cultivation for a soul cultivator." The silver cat didn’t care at all.
At this moment, Yuan Ming had no time to argue with the other party. He closed his eyes and calmed himself, practicing the Death Moon method for a moment before the cold sensation finally disappeared.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that the silver cat was still squatting on the table, not only did it not leave, but its form and posture hadn’t changed at all.
"Do you... have something to find me?" Yuan Ming had already calmed down and asked.
Without any action from the silver cat, a flash of silver light suddenly appeared in front of it, and a brown animal skin floated up and landed in front of Yuan Ming.
Yuan Ming picked it up and saw a few names written in Central Plains characters: "Ghost Face Grass, Purple Core Pollen, Black Scale Fruit, Yin Marrow Fluid."
Yuan Ming was familiar with Ghost Face Grass and Purple Core Pollen. He had seen them in the Hundred Herbs Collection before and had even collected some Ghost Face Flowers to sell to Zhao Tong. He had never seen the latter two, but they should be some kind of spiritual materials.
"What is this again?" Yuan Ming frowned and asked.
"I’ll tell you when you collect them." The silver cat finished speaking and didn’t wait for Yuan Ming to respond. It turned around on its own and disappeared into the hazy night.
Yuan Ming opened his mouth, feeling speechless about the silver cat’s personality, but he could do nothing about it. He forcefully suppressed his doubts and complaints.
After resting for a while, he once again practiced the Death Moon method, trying to experience the feeling of his divine soul leaving his body.
But this time, he learned his lesson and didn’t let his divine soul fly out of the house. Instead, he stayed inside his own room, not going beyond the limit of seven zhang, carefully experiencing this special sensation.
Speaking of which, understanding the limit of his divine soul leaving his body seemed... quite important.
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"I want both, thank you." Yuan Ming said.
"You want to exchange for two techniques at the same time?" The middle-aged steward was surprised.
Usually, disciples only exchange for one technique at a time, as they can’t memorize everything at once and need to come back multiple times. He had never seen anyone exchange for two techniques at once. After all, memorizing and comprehending a technique consumes a lot of mental energy. How could one possibly remember two at once?
"That’s right." Yuan Ming nodded.
"Wait a moment." The middle-aged steward frowned but didn’t say anything else. He picked up the waist tag, got up, and walked into the room behind him.
Soon, he returned with two thin, green books.
"You can only read these books on the second floor, and you can’t take them out. For two books... you have six hours." The middle-aged steward placed the waist tag and books on the table, reminding him as he did last time.
After thanking him, Yuan Ming took his waist tag and the two books, ’Mu Lao Technique’ and ’Mu Yin Technique’, and found a quiet place to sit down and start reading.
He continued at his own pace, flipping through the pages one by one, neither too fast nor too slow.
The Mu Yin Technique didn’t have many mantras, and the difficulty of the technique didn’t seem too high. The limitations of its effects were also very clear.
It could only be used in places with trees. The more lush the forest, the more spiritual energy it could draw from, and the better the concealment effect. It was indeed very suitable for Yuan Ming’s needs.
The ’Nine Yuan Jue’ he was practicing was a wood attribute technique, so he had a natural advantage in learning the Mu Yin Technique.
About half an hour later, Yuan Ming put down the ’Mu Yin Technique’, closed his eyes as if to rest, and after a while, he picked up the ’Mu Lao Technique’ and started reading carefully.
The middle-aged steward couldn’t help but glance at him from time to time.
After about another half an hour, Yuan Ming got up and returned to the steward’s desk.
"Do you want to return the books?" The middle-aged steward asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Yes." Yuan Ming nodded.
With that, he placed both books on the desk.
He had returned them all in less than an hour and a half?
"Young friend, don’t blame me for being nosy, but it’s not easy to accumulate contribution points in the sect, and the opportunity to learn techniques is even more precious. You should cherish it." The middle-aged steward advised earnestly.
"Thank you for your kindness, elder. I have finished reading. Also, I want to ask, besides the books about spiritual medicine and materials on the first floor, are there any other materials on this topic on the second floor? I want to look it up." Yuan Ming bowed to him and asked.
After pondering for a while, the middle-aged steward said, "There are some notes from the elders. If you need them, each volume only requires about three contribution points to read."
"Thank you." Yuan Ming quickly nodded.
"In that case, I suggest you read the Second Cave Master’s herb gathering notes. The content is the richest, and it only requires five contribution points." The middle-aged steward suggested.
Without hesitation, Yuan Ming handed over his waist tag again.
(Dear Daoist friends, the prequel has been updated four times, detailing some experiences of the protagonist before he lost his memory. When you go to read it, don’t forget to vote for the immortal ^^)
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