Two of the leather pouches contained healing pills and some miscellaneous items. However, a scarlet red jade box caught Liu Ming's attention.
He curiously picked up the jade box and opened the lid. After a gust of white cold air rushed out, he couldn't help but shiver.
Inside the jade box was a blue crystal bead. It looked extremely cold and Liu Ming didn't know where it came from.
Liu Ming finally understood how the grey robed man was able to rush out of the sea of fire.
This item was most likely a rare treasure.
Liu Ming thought about this and quickly put away the jade box and the other items. He then looked around and raised his hand to release a series of fireballs, completely destroying all traces of the battle. After creating the same effect as the sea of fire, he put away the White Bone Scorpion and flew in the direction of the Barbarian Ghost Sect.
… …
A few days later, when Liu Ming returned to the Barbarian Ghost Sect, the Sect was astonishingly the same as before. There was no news of his return.
Seeing this, Liu Ming first went to the Duty Hall to record his return to the sect. He then immediately returned to his residence on Nine Infant Mountain and began to take pills. Every day, he refined the pills without end.
In the blink of an eye, seven or eight days passed.
However, on this day, a Nine Infant Mountain Outer Sect disciple appeared outside the courtyard and loudly said that Gui Ru Quan had summoned him to the mountain.
When Liu Ming heard this, his heart slightly moved. He stopped cultivating and walked out of the house.
After the time it takes to eat a meal, he appeared in the large hall at the top of the mountain.
Inside the hall, other than Gui Ru Quan, he also saw the middle-aged Spirit Master, "Master Zhang".
"It really is this disciple!" When the middle-aged Spirit Master saw Liu Ming's face, he laughed.
When Gui Ru Quan heard this, his expression did not change. He only asked Liu Ming:
"A few days ago, did you go to Wei Zhou Market and on your way back, you encountered the evil dragon?"
"Yes, I did indeed make a trip to the Wei Zhou Market." Liu Ming respectfully replied.
"Do you know that apart from the two disciples that you and Martial Uncle Zhang rescued, the others have all died? After your Martial Uncle Zhang left, what happened after that? How did you escape with your life? "Gui Ru Quan asked with a strange expression.
The middle-aged Daoist priest wore an awkward expression on his face when he heard this.
Although it was understandable that he was unable to save Liu Ming at that time, now that he was in front of Gui Ruquan, Liu Ming's master in name, he naturally felt a little uncomfortable.
"Reporting to Master Gui, apart from Senior Qian and Senior Qian, I'm afraid I'm the only one who could remain clear-headed. Therefore, when the flying boat was shattered by the evil flood dragon's great ability, I could only use some methods to save myself …"
Liu Ming had no intention of hiding anything. He immediately recounted what had happened at that time.
However, when it came to the White Bone Scorpion, the other Wasp Robber, and the short sword totem, he naturally did not mention a word about it. He only said that he had bought a few defensive glyphs from the market, which was why he was lucky enough to escape the sea of fire.
"So that's how it was. I was just wondering why I couldn't even find the corpses of the other disciples when I returned to the original place. They were all burned by the evil flood dragon. However, Martial Nephew Bai's luck was not bad and coincidentally bought a few defensive glyphs from the market. Otherwise, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to escape with his life. If it wasn't for the fact that I found your name among the disciples that returned to the sect recently, I'm afraid I wouldn't have known that the other disciples survived. "The middle-aged Daoist priest sighed as he spoke.
"Junior Zhang doesn't need to blame yourself. Who would have thought that the original plan to lure out a group of clowns like the Wasp Robbers would actually attract the evil flood dragon. In addition, out of the three Spirit Masters, only Junior Zhang survived. This is already a great fortune in a misfortune. "Gui Ruquan turned his head and comforted him.
"It was also because Senior Chi Yang of the Firestorm Way suddenly appeared and scared away the evil flood dragon. Otherwise, I wouldn't have survived either. This evil flood dragon's strength far exceeds the rumors. Even though it was heavily injured, it is not something that we Spirit Masters can provoke. Unfortunately, I heard that after Senior Chi Yang chased it for two days, he still lost the flood dragon. "The middle-aged Daoist priest bitterly laughed as he spoke.
"This is already a good result. After a period of time, Martial Uncle Yan should be able to come out of seclusion again. At that time, our sect still has hope of getting a share of the benefits." Gui Ruquan lightly smiled as he spoke.
"I hope so. That's right, Martial Nephew Bai can go back now. Also, don't say a word about the evil flood dragon and the market. Those who break this rule will be punished according to the sect's rules. "The middle-aged Daoist priest nodded his head and spoke to Liu Ming with a serious expression.
"Yes, disciple understands." Liu Ming's heart trembled as he immediately responded and left.
"This disciple of yours is not bad. He was actually able to remain clear-headed in the midst of the evil flood dragon's roar. This is not something that a normal disciple can do." Once Liu Ming really left the large hall, the middle-aged Daoist priest opened his mouth to praise him.
"Yes, this disciple is an excellent choice no matter if it is his temperament or his intelligence. The only pity is that he only has Three Spiritual Pulse. Otherwise, I would have taken him in as a Direct Disciple long ago." Gui Ruquan nodded his head and replied with a smile.
"So he only has Three Spiritual Pulse. That is truly a pity. However, if he can become a Late Spirit Apostle, it is very possible for him to obtain a core disciple position. "Hearing this, the middle-aged Daoist priest also had a somewhat regretful expression.
"That's right, I still haven't congratulated Senior. I heard that Senior Zhu and Junior Zhong went to the Sea Race's market and exchanged for a piece of Deep Sea Coldlight Iron. Tsk tsk, this item is one of the materials needed to refine a true flying sword. I'm afraid that not long from now, the Heavenly Moon Sect will send people to find Senior. "The middle-aged Daoist priest thought of another matter and congratulated.
"Hehe, this is Junior Zhu's luck. However, although this item can be used as a sword embryo, it can only be used to refine a low tier flying sword. Moreover, we have other uses for it and do not plan on selling it to the Heavenly Moon Sect." Gui Ruquan twirled his beard and spoke with a somewhat happy expression.
"Ah, so that's how it is. That is truly a bit of a pity. The Heavenly Moon Sect has always been willing to pay any price to purchase materials for flying swords. "The middle-aged Daoist was slightly startled as if he couldn't believe it.
"Hehe, Junior will naturally know whether it is true or false in the future." Gui Ruquan laughed and seemed to be unwilling to talk more.
After the two of them talked for a while, the middle-aged Daoist priest bid farewell and left.
After returning to his residence, Liu Ming entered the Cultivation Room and pondered for a while with a serious expression. Only then did he take out a pill from his body and consume it. Then, he began to refine it.
To the current him, naturally, becoming a Late Spirit Apostle was the most important thing.
As he activated the third level of the Dark Bone Method, he could clearly feel the Fa Li in his body increasing bit by bit.
Half a month later, Liu Ming, who was currently cultivating, suddenly felt his body shake. Suddenly, he felt his body tremble and his Spirit Sea began to revolve uncontrollably. At the same time, two streams of energy, one hot and one cold, rushed out and quickly spread throughout his body before suddenly rushing toward the top of his head at the same time.
"Hong!"
Liu Ming only felt a muffled sound in his head. The two waves of energy, hot and cold, suddenly converged in his mind and merged into one without any difference. At the same time, his body felt so light that it was as if he was about to float. There was not a single part of his body that was uncomfortable.
"Success, this Dark Bone Method actually did not have any bottlenecks after entering a Late Spirit Apostle."
Liu Ming immediately stood up and felt the Fa Li in his body increase by several times. He couldn't help but be extremely happy.
In this way, he no longer had to worry about the next explosion of the bubble.
After a while, Liu Ming finally calmed down the excitement in his heart. He prepared to not go out for a period of time until he could control the Fa Li that leaked out freely.
In this way, unless he released his aura during a fight, normal people would not be able to know his true cultivation level.
After all, entering the Late Spirit Apostle realm in such a short amount of time was a bit too shocking for someone with a Three Spiritual Pulse.
In the next two months, Liu Ming had pretty much used up all of the remaining pills. Even his body had developed a certain resistance to these pills. Even if he continued to use them, he would not be able to increase his Fa Li by much. Thus, he began to quietly meditate every day, slowly consolidating his Spirit Apostle realm.
What made Liu Ming somewhat puzzled was that it had already been almost half a year, but there was still no reaction from the bubble in his body.
Under the astonishment in his heart, he was even more unwilling to continue doing the Sect's missions under these circumstances.
However, on this day, he still went to the Nine Infant Mountain's Secret Techniques Pavilion and found a few thick books that explained totems. He brought them back to his residence.
After a few days, he finally understood a certain technique. He excitedly took out the cyan short sword, opened his mouth, and spat out a cloud of Essence Qi. Then, he made a hand sign with one hand and launched a series of hand signs at the sword.
"Pu!" "Pu!"
After the totem's Essence Qi was completely absorbed, dense green inscriptions began to appear on the surface. Each of the inscriptions was only the size of a grain of rice, but after a few turns, they suddenly condensed into green inscriptions. Layers of silk webs wrapped around the short sword. With a glance, there seemed to be more than ten layers.
Liu Ming's eyes focused as he began to carefully identify the number of inscriptions. After a while, his eyebrows furrowed as he muttered to himself.
"Sixteen layers of restrictions, a middle tier totem! It can be considered a top tier existence among the middle tier totem, not bad. "Liu Ming thought.
According to the books that he had read before, the power and quality of a totem were determined by the number of restrictions it contained.
Generally speaking, a Spirit Artifact with one to nine layers of restrictions was a low-grade Spirit Artifact, ten to eighteen layers of restrictions was a middle-grade Spirit Artifact, nineteen to twenty-seven layers of restrictions was a high-grade Spirit Artifact, and twenty-seven to thirty-six layers of restrictions was a supreme-grade Spirit Artifact.
As for those with more than thirty-six restrictions, it was rumored that only treasures with the power to topple mountains and overturn the seas could possess them. The books only mentioned this slightly and did not say anything else.
Of course, this method of determining the quality and power of a totem was not absolute. After all, within the totem, there was a saying that there were mutual restraints. Furthermore, a totem also had to see if its own attribute was compatible with the cultivation method of its owner. In the hands of different cultivators, the power of a totem would be different.
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