The donkey was aghast. Its body trembled, and the smugness in its eyes vanished. It hurriedly ran to Wang Baole's side and rubbed its head against Wang Baole's leg with an innocent expression. When it realized that it had no effect, it gave Wang Baole a fawning look.
Before Wang Baole established a connection with the donkey, he could vaguely guess its expression. Now that he had established a connection with it, he could see its expression more clearly. Hence, he snorted.
"There's no room for discussion! Scram! That's right, I'll call you Scram from now on. How about it? If you don't agree, just bark a few times. "Wang Baole coughed and glanced at the donkey from the corner of his eyes.
The donkey seemed to realize that Wang Baole was up to no good when he gave it this name. The donkey panicked and wanted to bark, but its mouth was shut and it couldn't make a sound.
"Looks like you like this name too. Since you've agreed to it, then alright, I'll call you Scram from now on!" Wang Baole patted his tummy smugly. Right in front of the donkey, whose eyes widened, Wang Baole pulled out a bag of snacks, opened it slowly, and started munching on them in small bites.
The donkey was about to go crazy. It stared at the snacks in Wang Baole's hand as if it was about to go crazy. Yet … it couldn't open its mouth.
Just like that, it stubbornly watched Wang Baole eat the snacks. In the end, the donkey looked as if it had nothing left to live for. It lay there and stared blankly at the empty bag of snacks in front of it.
Wang Baole's heart softened when he saw that. However, when he thought about how the donkey would react the same way every time he beat it up, and how it wouldn't learn its lesson and continue to brag about happily, Wang Baole cast a cold glance at it and ignored it. Now that he had some peace and quiet, he began to cultivate.
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed. In these three days, all the teachers and students of the Dao Mountain Mist Academy were astonished. In these three days, they had often seen the donkey in the academy. However, the donkey seemed to have changed its temperament. It no longer brayed, jumped around, or ate anything it liked.
"There's something wrong with this donkey!"
"Yeah, it passed by me just now. I was holding a spirit stone in my hand, but it didn't even look at it …"
"Over the past few days, the flowers and plants in the academy, as well as many buildings, didn't show any signs of being bitten …"
As more and more people realized that something was wrong, they soon noticed that the donkey would often lie on the bridge by the river in the academy, looking at the river with a sad and hopeless expression. Thus, all kinds of rumors spread.
Some kind-hearted female students felt their hearts ache when they saw the donkey in such a state. Hence, they brought some food to it. However, when they placed the food in front of the donkey, the donkey took a look and seemed to smell it. Then, it actually … cried!
She was really crying. Tears streamed down her face. She kept smelling the food, but refused to eat it.
"Go ahead and eat." One of the female students said softly. But no matter how she persuaded, the donkey refused to eat a single bite. In the end, it seemed to be overcome with grief and indignation. It kicked the food away and turned to run back to Wang Baole's residence.
However, Wang Baole was in seclusion at that moment. Before he went into seclusion, he had specially looked for the donkey and told it that if it dared to disturb his seclusion, it would have to shut up for another ten days.
Hence … after the donkey returned to its residence, it could only lie there and look sadly at the sky. While its eyes were blank, its stomach had become thinner. Occasionally, it would turn back to look at the place where Wang Baole was in seclusion. Clearly, it was waiting for Wang Baole to appear and for the day when its ban would be lifted.
While the donkey behaved itself, Wang Baole, who was in the secret chamber, had also completed his cultivation of the second level of the Lightning Dao: First Volume. His cultivation had improved slightly, and the Heavenly Lightning on his two legs had become more powerful. As the devouring seed continued to absorb Spirit Qi, the green lotus grew stronger. The most obvious sign of this was that Wang Baole's physical body had become stronger than before.
Feeling the waves of power in his body, Wang Baole even had a feeling that he could kill a ferocious beast of the same cultivation level with a single punch without using his cultivation level!
However, he was still not satisfied. He was a little vexed … In Wang Baole's heart, he still felt that he could not even cultivate the Dark Art. This made him very depressed, and at the same time, he began to doubt his own qualifications.
"Little Missy said that she only took a month to cultivate the Dark Art. However, I have been cultivating it for almost a year …" When Wang Baole thought of the Dark Art, he felt a headache coming on. In fact, he had already thoroughly studied the Dark Art. Even if he could not recite the incantation backwards, he could at least recite it. However, no matter how familiar he was with it, he could not feel the so-called Negative Spirit Particle.
This was especially so every time he forced himself to cultivate it. His entire body would feel sore, numb, and excruciating pain. All kinds of unbearable pain would surface continuously.
If he continued to suffer like this, it would be fine if he could cultivate it in the end. However … after suffering for almost a year, there was still no effect. This made Wang Baole want to give up.
"Forget it. It's only been a year. How can I give up? I will persevere for another month!" Wang Baole took a deep breath. He felt that he was a strong-willed person. This could be seen from the fact that he and Li Waner were alone in the Catacombs. It could be said that they were like dry firewood burning in the fire, but he kept his chastity as jade.
With this thought in mind, Wang Baole took a deep breath and began to cultivate the Dark Art again!
The so-called Dark Art was to absorb the Negative Spirit Particles in the Spirit Qi. This cultivation method did not exist in the entire Federation. Even in the world of the masked woman, it was considered a taboo technique.
On one hand, its power was heaven-defying. There were too many variables. When one cultivated it to the end, if one could not control the greed in one's heart, it would cause an unimaginable catastrophe.
At the same time, there was another reason. This technique … was too difficult to cultivate. The advanced techniques after that were even more difficult to cultivate. It seemed to require some luck. Until now … even in the world of the ancient green-bronze sword, the Dark Art that had been passed down since ancient times was rare to find people who could cultivate it!
As for these rare people, most of them had only mastered the basic Dark Art. The advanced Dark Arts were either lost or incomplete. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't master it.
It could be said that no one knew how many parts of the Dark Art there were. However, there were at least seven parts. There were no more people who could cultivate to the fifth part, not to mention the sixth and seventh parts.
Wang Baole did not know about this. He only knew that Little Missy had cultivated it in a month, but he had not succeeded in mastering it in a year. This made him depressed. At the same time, he inhaled and began to absorb and compress the Spirit Qi around him according to the requirements of the Dark Art.
According to the records of the Dark Art, in order to absorb the Negative Spirit Particles, one had to first compress the Spirit Qi and change it from a gaseous state to a solid state. This was because the Negative Spirit Particles would only appear during this transformation process. Then, one would not need to use one's mouth or nose to absorb the Negative Spirit Particles in the Spirit Qi into one's body.
However, for those who could not feel the negative spiritual energy, during the process of cultivation, as the spiritual energy that was compressed to a state between gas and solid continuously entered their pores, it gave the cultivator the feeling of countless needles piercing into their body through their pores.
At that moment, Wang Baole was already prepared. After compressing the Spirit Qi around him, he gritted his teeth and prepared himself to endure the excruciating pain. All the pores on his body opened to absorb the Spirit Qi around him that was almost solid. Suddenly, his body trembled and his eyes, which had been closed, opened abruptly.
"It's different!" Wang Baole's breathing quickened as he looked at his own body. At first, his eyes were filled with confusion, then disbelief, and finally ecstasy.
He could clearly feel that this time, when he was cultivating, there was no pain. Not only was there no pain, he could even feel that as his pores absorbed the Spirit Qi, there seemed to be strands of Qi that were completely different from the Spirit Qi. It was filled with an icy feeling, and it was constantly entering his pores from all directions.
This icy Qi caused his body to tremble. At the same time, he no longer felt pain, but a kind of icy coldness. This icy coldness even caused his breathing to become cold. However, there was no discomfort at all. Instead, there was an indescribable feeling of coolness. To a certain extent, it was much more comfortable than when he was cultivating the Dao of Lightning.
This made Wang Baole excited. When he thought about the feeling described in the Dark Art, his entire body was filled with excitement. He simply activated the devouring seed, causing the suction force of his pores to increase. Immediately, a large amount of icy Qi rushed madly into his body through his pores.
"According to the Dark Art, this icy Qi is a Negative Spirit Seed … and the way to verify it is very simple. If it can form Dark Flame, then it is correct!" Wang Baole took a deep breath. At this moment, he had forgotten about everything else. All of his attention was focused on his cultivation. According to the Dark Art's description, he began to try to condense the icy Qi within his body.
After an unknown amount of time, when the icy Qi within his body had reached saturation and his body could no longer absorb it, Wang Baole's body trembled and he began the final step of the Dark Art's cultivation!
He used the Flame of Life to ignite the icy Qi and form … Dark Flame!
In an instant, his face turned green, and his body temperature plummeted. Frost even appeared on his eyebrows and hair. The temperature in the area also plummeted, and the entire chamber began to show signs of corrosion!!
There were even faint whimpering and howling sounds that no one could hear. It was as if a Demon God was gathering and echoing around Wang Baole.
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