However, what made Liu Ming even more depressed was that he had only comprehended thirty to forty percent of the first level of the Dark Bone Method.
This Cultivation Method was very different from the Practitioner Methods that he had learned before. Some of the words seemed right, but they weren't, making it hard for him to determine the true meaning behind them.
In this case, he could either directly ask for guidance from others, sentence by sentence, or he could flip through some books related to cultivation experience and comprehend it on his own.
However, under the warning of Martial Uncle Ruan, the Dark Bone Method could not be easily leaked to others. It seemed that he could only choose the second option.
After making up his mind, he immediately put away the book and left his residence. He went to the Spirit Spell Pavilion at the top of the mountain.
When he came back with the two thick books of Cultivation Methods, the two Spirit Stones that he had on him were gone.
However, Liu Ming's face carried a trace of excitement.
This was because these two books of Cultivation Methods were written by two Spirit Masters of the Barbarian Ghost Sect. The explanations of the basic Cultivation Methods were very detailed, which was exactly what he needed.
After he returned to his residence, he did not immediately begin to comprehend them. Instead, he went to his bedroom, threw himself onto his bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
This sleep lasted for a day and a night.
When Liu Ming opened his eyes again, he immediately walked to the courtyard and washed his face. Then, he hurriedly entered the room used for Cultivation.
He sat down cross-legged and spread out the two thick books and the brocade letter in front of him. After hesitating for a moment, he took out a small pouch from his bosom and poured out a few Pills of Fasting and placed them between the two pages of the brocade letter.
This way, he would not have to face the same situation as last time, where he almost starved to death.
After taking a deep breath, Liu Ming flipped through the thick book page by page. Very quickly, he became immersed in it just like last time …
Half a month later, a burst of wild laughter suddenly came from the room.
Liu Ming suddenly stood up from the ground and raised his head to laugh loudly.
At this time, his hair was disheveled and his clothes were full of wrinkles. There was even a faint sour smell coming from his body.
No wonder Liu Ming was like this!
For the past ten days, whenever he was hungry, he would eat a Fasting Pill. When he was thirsty, he would drink a mouthful of water. When he was tired, he would lie down and sleep. He had never left his room.
But even so, he had finally comprehended the first layer of the Dark Bone Method. Now, he only needed to slowly cultivate it.
After the happiness on Liu Ming's face faded, he realized that something was wrong with his body. He immediately frowned and carried the wooden bucket out of the house.
In no time at all, he took off all his clothes and poured a few buckets of water from head to toe. His body immediately became refreshed.
Liu Ming shook his wet hair and put on his clothes again without a care in the world. Then, he returned to his room.
The dust-proof clothes he was wearing were made of some unknown material. After so many days, not only did it not show any dirt, even if water was poured on it, it would quickly slide off, not soaking it in the slightest.
After Liu Ming sat down again, he did not start cultivating the Dark Bone Method. Instead, he took out the Soaring Sky Technique and the other two spell books and began to silently memorize what was recorded in them.
The incantation, which was originally somewhat difficult to understand, was now incomparably smooth in Liu Ming's eyes.
It only took him four hours to completely imprint the cultivation methods of these three spells in his mind.
Liu Ming let out a sigh of relief and put aside all the books except for the book. He then closed his eyes and placed his hands on his knees to form a strange hand seal.
After a while, he felt his mind sink and his consciousness sink into his body. He could see everything that was happening in his body.
Many normal meridians, three thick Spiritual Veins that wrapped around his body, and a fist-sized silver Spiritual Sea in his Dantian.
With a slight thought, Liu Ming's Spiritual Sea began to slowly revolve and it became faster and faster.
After a few "pu pu" sounds, several strands of white Yuan Li rushed out of the Spiritual Sea and flowed through the meridians throughout his body.
Just like that, he finally took the first step in cultivating the Dark Bone Method.
Three days later, Liu Ming was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, but his mouth was constantly chanting and his two hands were quickly forming some kind of technique.
Strands of gray Qi appeared below his body and increased in number. Finally, after the time it took to drink a cup of tea, it condensed into a small cloud that was a few feet long.
"Rise!"
Once Liu Ming saw the cloud form below him, he did not hesitate to change his hand seal.
With a "peng" sound, the cloud actually lifted him up and slowly rose into the air.
Witnessing this scene, Liu Ming's face showed a trace of happiness, but his hand seal became slightly messed up.
"Peng!"
Liu Ming's body fell from the cloud and landed on the ground.
It was a good thing that he was only a few feet above the ground. Other than gritting his teeth, he did not suffer any injuries.
Liu Ming did not reveal a dejected expression, but instead revealed a trace of happiness.
That was only his third attempt at using the Soaring Sky Technique. To be able to have such a performance was already something that exceeded his expectations.
According to the records in the book, even the simplest spell could not be performed without tens or hundreds of times of practice.
It looked like his strong mental strength and talent for multitasking allowed his speed of cultivation to far exceed that of a normal disciple.
In the future, as long as he could convert more Fa Li and become more familiar with the technique, truly mastering the Soaring Sky Technique would be an easy task.
As Liu Ming thought about this, he once again formed a hand seal and began to cultivate the other two techniques.
After half a day, Liu Ming quietly sat on the ground without moving. Suddenly, he formed a hand seal with one hand and with the other hand, he spread his five fingers horizontally in front of him.
"Pu!" A red flame the size of an egg began to burn violently in the center of his palm.
Liu Ming smiled faintly and closed his five fingers again. The flame disappeared out of thin air.
Following this, he began to mutter an incantation and his ten fingers began to move in front of his body.
A moist white gas began to condense in the air. When Liu Ming raised his eyebrows and gave a loud shout, the white gas immediately condensed and dispersed, revealing a clear ball of water the size of a fist. It floated in the air and looked as if it could fall at any time.
Liu Ming stopped his hand seal and extended a finger to touch the ball of water. Then, he placed it in his mouth and tasted it. Finally, he nodded his head with a satisfied expression.
… …
Ten days later, in the morning, Liu Ming was sitting on a gray cloud that was not very large. He was flying back and forth several tens of feet above his residence.
He felt the cool breeze blowing against his face and his face had a trace of excitement that could not be concealed.
Although his mind was always firm and meticulous, and he had a maturity that far exceeded those of his age, at this moment, he was no different from a normal youth.
After a while, Liu Ming felt that the Fa Li in his body was almost completely used up. Immediately, he used a technique to slowly descend the gray cloud to the ground below.
Although the current him could not maintain the Soaring Sky Technique for a long time, it was no longer a problem for him to use it to hurry on his way.
As for the Flame Technique and Congealing Water Technique, he was also quite familiar with them.
Unfortunately, these were the simplest of techniques. Most of them were used by beginner Spirit Apostles to familiarize themselves with techniques. Hoping to rely on them to fight against enemies was naturally a delusion.
It seemed that the next time he went to the Spirit Qi Pavilion, he would need to truly choose two practical techniques.
However, thinking up to this point, Liu Ming suddenly remembered the harsh face of the "Senior Zhao" that only cared about money and not people. The muscles on his face could not help but twitch.
That's right, speaking of Spirit Stones! He had been in the Barbarian Ghost Sect for almost a month and it was time to go to the Duty Hall to receive a routine Sect Mission. Otherwise, he would not have a single Spirit Stone for the next month.
Liu Ming immediately thought of this matter and immediately returned to his room to sit cross-legged and slowly recover his Fa Li.
Fortunately, he did not have much Fa Li at the moment and it would not take long for him to recover.
An hour later, he once again sat on the gray cloud and flew straight to the Duty Hall.
This time, when Liu Ming walked through the door of the Duty Hall, he could not help but have a stunned expression.
He saw that the hall on the first floor was filled with a bustling crowd of fifty to sixty people. Most of them were Outer Sect Disciples, but there were also seven or eight people wearing Inner Sect Disciple clothing in the middle.
"Excuse me, Senior, what is the situation here? Is there usually this many people here? " Liu Ming blinked his eyes and walked a few steps to the twenty year old Inner Sect Disciple near the door. He cupped his hands and asked.
"Oh, this Junior is a new disciple. Hehe, today is the time when the Duty Hall rotates the various Sect Missions. Naturally, many people rushed here early in the morning to pick a good mission. However, in reality, this is just a waste of effort. Most of the lucrative missions have already been taken by others. " This Inner Sect Disciple looked very kind and had a thick dark green belt on his waist. He looked at Liu Ming and casually explained.
"So that's how it is. Thank you Senior for telling me." Liu Ming was somewhat enlightened.
"Hehe, I am Corpse Refining Faction's Li Zong. May I know Junior's surname and which faction you are from?" This Inner Sect Disciple saw that although Liu Ming was not young, he was still very polite. He couldn't help but have a good impression of him and casually asked a question.
"I am Bai Cong Tian and I am currently a disciple of the Nine Infant Faction." Liu Ming did not hide anything and calmly replied.
"Oh, so Junior has been assigned to Martial Uncle Gui and the others. The Nine Infant Faction has been weak for many years. I'm afraid that Junior Bai's future days will not be easy. "Hearing this, Li Zong couldn't help but show a trace of sympathy.
"It's alright. I feel that Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters are quite caring towards Junior Brother." Liu Ming replied without batting an eyelid.
"Hehe, each faction is naturally harmonious. However, when it comes to the large competition, you will know the pain of joining a weak faction." Li Zong shook his head and said.
"Oh, large competition, training! Although I have heard people talk about it, I really do not know the specifics. Senior Li, can you tell me about it? "Hearing this, Liu Ming's heart jumped.
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