"Don't worry, how could there be anyone here? I was just speaking without thinking." The girl called Lu Yun seemed to know that she had misspoken and her expression changed as she hurriedly replied.
"Yun Er, you need to understand that the reason we took the initiative to help Junior Gao was so that he could help us after he becomes a Spirit Master. Other matters are not something we can care about. Furthermore, I don't believe that Mu Xian Yun did not mention the Human Cauldron to her own niece. However, Mu Ming Zhu herself did not believe it, so she cannot blame anyone else. This is her fate. Okay, let's not bring up this matter anymore. Let's go back and discuss with Senior Wu about what we just talked about. "The black-faced man's tone relaxed as he spoke.
Lu Yun naturally nodded.
Thus, the two of them rose into the air and flew towards the mountain peak of the Blood Control Faction.
At the same time, Liu Ming had already arrived at the entrance of the Secret Technique Pavilion. He stood outside for a while with a complicated expression before walking in with large strides.
As soon as he entered the door, he was surprised to see that it was still that small room, but there was an old man in a red robe sitting on a chair inside. He was looking down at a thick book in his hands. When he saw someone enter, he raised his head and asked,
Seeing someone enter, he raised his head and asked, "Exchange for Cultivation Methods or Secret Techniques?"
This red-robed elder astonishingly had angry eyes and a long beard. He gave off an abnormally dignified feeling.
"Huh, why isn't Martial Uncle Ruan guarding the Scripture Pavilion anymore? Senior is …" Seeing this, Liu Ming was startled and hurriedly bowed.
"I am Liao Feng from the Poison Spirit Faction. You can call me Martial Uncle Liao. Fatty Ruan has already left his duty as the guardian of the Scripture Pavilion a year ago and has already returned to seclusion. Okay, now you can tell me your purpose for coming here. "The red-robed elder appeared to be extremely friendly.
"So it is Martial Uncle Liao. Junior wants to choose a defensive technique from the Scripture Pavilion!" Bai Cong Tian bowed as he spoke.
When he heard that "Martial Uncle Ruan" wasn't here, he let out a sigh of relief in his heart. At the same time, he also felt a trace of disappointment.
"Nine Infant Mountain. So it is under Senior Gui's faction. Seeing that you are young, don't be too ambitious. Defensive techniques can only be used after one's cultivation reaches a certain level. Let me see what realm you've cultivated to. " As soon as the red-robed old man finished speaking, one of his arms blurred and actually patted Liu Ming's shoulder like a ghost. In an instant, a wave of heat surged into his body.
Liu Ming was shocked. Under the stimulation of this hot flow, the Fa Li in his body instantly surged to his shoulder with all his strength.
"Hmm, Late Spirit Apostle?" Liao Feng slowly withdrew his palm as a surprised expression appeared on his face.
"Martial Uncle Liao, what are you …" Liu Ming's expression changed.
"Don't worry, I'm just testing your cultivation. Late Spirit Apostles naturally had the right to learn defensive spells. You are called Bai Cong Tian right? Looks like Senior Gui has a pretty good disciple. Come with me. "Liao Feng smiled as he praised Bai Cong Tian. Immediately, he shook his sleeve and a white cloud rolled out.
In an instant, the two figures disappeared in a flash of white light.
In the next moment, the red-robed old man and Liu Ming appeared in a large hall that was covered with a wall of light.
"Go, over there is the area that records the cultivation methods. As long as you place your hand on the stone platform below, you will naturally know the contents of the spell and the amount of Contribution Points needed to exchange for it. Then, use your nameplate to touch the restriction and you will be able to take out the item." Liao Feng pointed in a certain direction a few times and the wall of light turned into spots of light before disappearing.
Liu Ming agreed and walked over. He then placed his hand on the nearest stone platform. On top of the platform, there was a golden light barrier and a set of green bamboo slips.
"Hong!"
A wave of energy rushed out of the stone platform and circled around in Liu Ming's mind. In an instant, it transformed into rows of white words.
"Metal Sharpening Technique", a metal type support spell. It can increase the strength of metal type attacks and the body, causing the body to become incomparably sharp. It is enough to cut through gold and jade. Four hundred Contribution Points.
Liu Ming shook his head and left the stone platform. He went straight to the next one.
"Water Mist Technique", a water type concealment spell. It can release a large area of mist to hide one's body. Contribution Points. Three hundred Contribution Points.
"Fire Snake Technique", a fire type controllable attack spell. It has a medium area of attack and high destructive power. Contribution Points.
"Thunder Net Technique", a lightning type attack spell. It has a large area of attack and high destructive power. Can only be practiced by those with a lightning spiritual pulse. Contribution Points. One thousand four hundred Contribution Points.
… …
Liu Ming looked at the stone platforms one by one. His face looked calm, but he was sighing endlessly in his heart.
The amount of Contribution Points that the spells could be exchanged for was far more than he had expected. With the remaining three hundred Contribution Points in his hands, he was afraid that he could only exchange for one of the lowest level spells.
Not long after, he had looked at a small half of the stone platforms. However, his eyebrows were tightly wrinkled. It was obvious that he hadn't found a spell to his liking.
Suddenly, he placed his palm on a dark green stone platform. His expression changed slightly and he stopped in his tracks.
"Blood Vine Technique", a wood type defensive spell. It can nurture a vine type seed within the body. Normally, it can be nurtured with blood essence. When faced with an enemy, it can be instantly activated. It will transform into vines and cover the entire body. The strength of the defensive effect depends on the type of seed and how long it has been nurtured. Bear in mind that this technique consumes a large amount of blood essence. Casting this technique is extremely painful. If the seed is nurtured in the body for too long, there may be signs of the body turning into lignification. It is extremely dangerous. Three hundred Contribution Points.
Liu Ming looked at the new white words that appeared in his mind a few times. Without hesitation, he took out his nameplate and slammed it against the light barrier on the stone platform.
Although this technique seemed to have a lot of flaws, if he wanted to exchange it for a defensive spell with such low Contribution Points, this was probably the only one. He naturally didn't have much of a choice.
With a "pu" sound, the nameplate flashed. The accumulated three hundred Contribution Points immediately disappeared. At the same time, the light barrier also shattered.
A thin, green book appeared in his hand with a flash.
Once Liu Ming took the book, he turned around and left without hesitation.
"Blood Vine Technique? Do you really want to practice it? This technique wasn't created by our founder. Instead, it was found on the body of an evil cultivator that an elder of the Sect killed. There were many people who practiced this technique. However, because it was too painful to use, there was the risk of the body turning into lignification, and it was easily countered by fire type spells, they all gave up on practicing it. If it wasn't for the fact that this technique was special and that the Sect didn't have many wood type spells, it might have already been moved out of the Scripture Pavilion. That's why it can be exchanged for with only these Contribution Points. You are so young, yet you are able to practice to your current level. It can be seen that your aptitude isn't bad. There is no need for you to choose this technique. "Liao Feng's gaze swept over the green book in Liu Ming's hand before speaking with a serious expression.
"Thank you, elder, for your guidance. However, I don't have many Contribution Points, so I can only choose this technique." Liu Ming replied respectfully.
"Since you have already decided, then I won't stop you. Swear in the name of the heavens." Liao Feng sighed and said.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Liu Ming and the vermillion robed elder's figures flashed in a white light and appeared in the small room.
Liu Ming bowed to the elder before turning around and leaving the Scripture Pavilion.
Liao Feng waited for Liu Ming to disappear from the door before muttering to himself with a serious expression:
"This person is so young. He should be a disciple that was accepted in the most recent Opening Spirit Ceremony. However, if I remember correctly, the Nine Spiritual Pulse disciple that Jiu Ying accepted wasn't called Bai Cong Tian. Could it be that he is only a Six Spiritual Pulse disciple? This is a little strange. To be able to reach the late stage of Territory Stage so quickly, I'm afraid that even a Nine Spiritual Pulse disciple wouldn't be able to do so. "
The vermillion robed elder's eyes were filled with doubt, but after shaking his head, he sat back down on the chair and continued to read the book in his hand.
At the same time, Liu Ming looked at the few Contribution Points remaining in his nameplate and sighed as he put it away. Then, he went straight to the Duty Hall.
After a while, Liu Ming stood in front of the crystal monument that issued missions. He raised his head and stared at the top of the crystal monument that had a mission written with light gold characters. His face showed that he was deep in thought.
After a while, he turned around and walked towards the stone platform that accepted missions and handed over his nameplate.
"I want to participate in the Ten Thousand Bone Cave Suppression Mission that occurs every three months!"
"Ten Thousand Bone Cave is extremely dangerous. Going there means that you are responsible for your own life and death. Junior Bai, do you really want to participate in this mission?" The middle-aged deacon on the stone platform clearly recognized the mission maniac, Liu Ming. After hearing his words, the smile that he originally revealed immediately froze.
"It's fine, I have indeed decided to accept this mission." Liu Ming said without thinking.
"Since it's like this, I will add Junior's name. In three days, there will be a Martial Uncle leading the team. Junior must join on time, or else a large amount of Contribution Points will be deducted." The middle-aged deacon nodded his head as he spoke. After receiving the nameplate, he used the short golden rod to poke it a few times before returning it to Liu Ming.
After Liu Ming thanked the middle-aged deacon, he did not stay in the hall on the second floor and left.
"Senior Huang, what mission did Junior Bai just accept? Why do I see that you seem to be a bit hesitant?" A seemingly normal looking man around thirty years old suddenly walked to the stone platform and asked in a seemingly casual manner.
"It's nothing, Junior Bai is only participating in the Ten Thousand Bone Cave Suppression Mission that will depart in three days." The middle-aged deacon clearly recognized the person who asked and replied indifferently.
"What, Ten Thousand Bone Cave?" Hearing this, the man who asked the question sucked in a breath of cold air.
"That's right, that's why I tried to persuade him. It's a pity that Junior Bai insisted on going, so I could only handle it for him. Tsk tsk, if I remember correctly, the number of inner sect disciples that have died in Ten Thousand Bone Cave in the past year or so should already number ten. As for those that returned with heavy injuries, I don't know how many. This Junior Bai is young, but his courage is truly extraordinary. "The middle-aged deacon clicked his tongue as he spoke.
As for the man who asked the question just now, he was still in a daze.
… …
"What, he accepted the Ten Thousand Bone Cave Suppression Mission? This brat really dares to do it! " In a pavilion at the foot of the Blood Control Faction's mountain peak, a few senior disciples of the Blood Control Faction were gathered together. Among them, a black-faced man had just cried out involuntarily.
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