After returning to the dormitory, Zhou Bai first used his laziness to heal his body.
His bodily functions were only left with a third of what they used to be, which was equivalent to a serious injury. He spent more than 10,000 laziness points in one go to heal himself.
'As my physical body gets stronger, the laziness points I need to spend for healing are also increasing.'
Zhou Bai felt that his physical body had returned to its peak and slowly heaved a sigh of relief. The feeling of weakness just now was really uncomfortable.
'But at least I've mastered the Art of Rebirth. It can be considered as a life-saving method, and it has also increased the degree of contamination.'
Zhou Bai's eyes narrowed slightly, and there seemed to be a cold glint flashing in them. 'Next, I'll wait for the cooldown time of the gems and play with the Vile Sect.'
The Vile Sect had many experts. Apart from Daoist Master Blood Sea, who was comparable to Jiaojiao, whether he was alive or dead, the other levels of combat power were slightly stronger than the Three Pure Daoist Sect.
Although Zhou Bai was confident, he would not be arrogant, so he was prepared to make some preparations.
'If I go over in my primordial spirit form, it will still be a little inconvenient.' Zhou Bai thought of a Daoist technique that probably no one had learned for more than a hundred years.
He went to the library and found the method of Primordial Spirit Possession after some searching.
Ever since Tendo was distorted, the primordial spirit would definitely be distorted when it left the body, so the method of Primordial Spirit Possession had also become a suicidal method. For a long time, almost no one had cared about it. Some people took the risk and forcibly used it, but in the end, they could not escape the outcome of the distortion.
However, Zhou Bai's primordial spirit had been repeatedly strengthened by the Diagram of Decay, so it could already leave the body. Therefore, the method of Primordial Spirit Possession could also be used for him.
Of course, Zhou Bai's real goal was not to possess someone. After all, his own physical body was already extremely powerful, and forcibly possessing someone would cause all kinds of consciousness conflicts, contamination, and splitting. With his strength, the physical body of the target that he could possess could not be stronger than his.
Therefore, his goal was not really to possess someone, but to learn how to use his primordial spirit to suppress the other party's primordial spirit and consciousness, and then control the other party's physical body.
"In this way, after I arrive at the Evil Sect, I will be able to forcefully control the physical bodies of those with lower cultivation than me. There will be more room for manipulation."
Other than that, since his Primordial Spirit had left his body to deal with the Evil Sect, Zhou Bai had specially borrowed various books on Primordial Spirit Transformation to help him become more proficient in changing the size and shape of his Primordial Spirit, as well as the methods to reveal and conceal his Primordial Spirit.
'Legend has it that ancient cultivators could transform into birds, beasts, flowers, plants, utensils, insects, and the like. They could be big or small, and they could be invisible or visible. It's about the changes after the primordial spirit left the body, not the real flesh and blood.'
"Real flesh and blood can change at will, and the structure of the body can change into all kinds of birds and beasts at will. That is an unimaginably great divine ability. However, the Essence Soul is formless to begin with, so it's much easier to transform it.
"It's a pity that after Tendo was distorted, no one learned the Primordial Spirit transformation technique anymore."
These things had probably not been seen by anyone for over a hundred years. Now that Zhou Bai had a look at them, he was greatly inspired. He felt that his control of the Primordial Spirit was too shallow. He had not unleashed the true potential of the Primordial Spirit.
…
A few days later, at the Deviant Sect.
Cang Ming sat on a chair in the canteen and frowned slightly as he looked at a young man not far away.
The young man's face was pale, his hair was sparse, and he looked dispirited as if he had not slept for a long time.
In particular, the pair of sunken eyes were like two black holes, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.
Cang Ming recalled that he had seen this strange man when he was walking by the road the night before.
When he was walking on the road, the man had stared at him.
When he went to the martial arts field to train, the man had followed him closely and watched him as he practiced his martial arts.
When Cang Ming finished his cultivation and went to the canteen to eat, the man had also come to the canteen and sat near him to watch him eat.
However, Cang Ming was only disgusted by this and did not have any extreme thoughts. After all, he was considered a celebrity in Nanshan City. Although he had lost to Zhou Bai in the Four Schools Grand Tournament, it was normal for him to be the center of attention.
After he finished his dinner, he walked straight back to his dormitory. He planned to read the Taoist scripture that he had borrowed some time ago to strengthen his foundation in preparation for the Taoist scripture.
However, he had only sat down for a short while when he noticed something strange.
He looked in the direction of the dormitory's door and saw a small shadow through the gap in the door. The light from outside should have shone in there, but it had now turned into a shadow. This meant that someone was standing outside his door.
Cang Ming could not help but ask, "Who is it?"
The sound of hurried footsteps could be heard. The person seemed to have run away.
Although he could not see the person's face, for some reason, the young man's face suddenly appeared in Cang Ming's mind.
"Could it be him?"
Cang Ming did not think too much about it. After reading the Taoist scripture for two hours, he ended his homework for the day and went to his bed to meditate. He planned to train his Primordial Spirit until dawn to replace sleep.
However, after training for a while, Cang Ming felt a wave of discomfort. He felt as if he was being watched. Someone was so close to him and was staring at him brazenly without any intention of hiding it.
This was a sensitivity that came with many years of cultivation.
Cang Ming opened his eyes abruptly and glanced around. He saw a pale face hanging on the windowsill and staring at him on the bed.
When he looked at that face, the person immediately jumped down. Cang Ming could even hear a thud as that person had jumped from the window to the ground.
In that short moment, Cang Ming had also seen the person's face clearly. 'It's that man.'
He rushed to the windowsill and looked down at the empty street. He shouted, "Don't go overboard! Don't blame me for being rude if you peep at me again!"
Cang Ming shook his head helplessly and sat back on the bed. He could finally meditate and meditate in peace.
For the next hour or so, Cang Ming cultivated in peace. He no longer felt as if he was being watched.
He guessed that the man must have been scared off by him.
Ten minutes later, just as Cang Ming had entered a state of meditation and was concentrating on his breathing, a gurgling sound could be heard from under his bed. It sounded as if something was rolling around under the bed.
Cang Ming furrowed his brows and opened his eyes to look under the bed. There was nothing there, nothing at all.
However, the feeling of being spied on surfaced again. Cang Ming felt the hairs on his body stand on end from the stimulation.
He quickly activated his primordial soul power and swept it across the entire room.
In the next moment, he looked at the gap between the bookcase and the corner of the wall. In this gap that clearly couldn't hide anyone, he saw an eye staring at him in the darkness, staring at him, glaring at him.
Cang Ming was shocked but he quickly regained his senses. His primordial soul power swept towards the eye through the gap but when he swept the bookshelf aside, he saw nothing in the corner of the wall. There was nothing there at all.
However, Cang Ming remembered that eye very clearly. It was a pair of eyes filled with exhaustion and weakness … The face of an unfamiliar man suddenly appeared in front of him.
'It's him? It's him! '
He stood up abruptly, and boiling lava flowed out of his pores. White hot air rose up, and the temperature of the entire room began to rise.
Drip!
Something dripped down.
Cang Ming lifted his head to look and saw that the entire roof had been soaked in a large amount of black mucus.
The mucus dripped onto the ground, onto the bed and onto Cang Ming's body, extinguishing the flames on his body.
The slime wriggled on the ground like black worms, gathering together and turning into twisted words.
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