Chapter 87

"Rest assured, how could there be anyone here? I was just speaking offhandedly." The woman in green clouds seemed to realize she had misspoken, her expression changed, and she quickly said.

"Yun'er, you must understand, the reason we have come to help Junior Brother Gao is so that he can advance to the Spirit Master stage and then lend us a hand. Other matters are not something we can interfere with. Besides, regarding the matter of the furnace, I don't believe that Mur Xianyun hasn't mentioned it to her own niece. If Mur Mingzhu doesn't believe it, we can't blame others; it's her fate. Well, let's not talk about this anymore. We should go back and discuss the matter with Senior Brother Wu." The black-faced man's tone softened as he said this.

The woman in green clouds naturally nodded repeatedly.

Thus, the two immediately took to the air and flew straight to the peak where the Blood Transformation lineage was located.

At the same time, Liu Ming had already arrived at the door of the Secret Techniques Pavilion. After standing outside for a while with a somewhat complex expression, he finally walked in.

Upon entering the door, it was still the same small room, but a red-robed old man was sitting on a chair, his head lowered as he read a thick book. Seeing someone enter, he raised his head and asked, "Are you here to exchange for a cultivation technique, a secret technique, or a spell?"

The red-robed old man had fierce eyes and a beard, giving off an exceptionally stern impression.

"Ah, why isn't Senior Uncle Ruan guarding the scripture hall? Senior, you are..." Liu Ming was taken aback and hurriedly bowed to ask.

"I am Liao Feng of the Poison Spirit lineage. You can call me Senior Uncle Liao. That fatty Ruan uninstalled his duties as the guardian of the scripture hall a year ago and has returned to seclusion. Well, now you can tell me the purpose of your visit." The red-robed old man was quite amiable.

"Senior Uncle Liao, I wish to go to the scripture hall to select a defensive spell!" Bai Congtian bowed and said.

Upon hearing that Senior Uncle Ruan was no longer there, he felt a sense of relief, but also a hint of disappointment.

"Nine-Infant Mountain, so you are a disciple of Senior Brother Gui. Don't be too ambitious, as defensive spells generally require a certain level of cultivation to use. Let me see what level you have reached." The red-robed old man's arm blurred, and he lightly patted Liu Ming's shoulder, instantly sending a wave of heat into his body.

Liu Ming was startled, and the spiritual power in his body surged to his shoulder in response to the heat.

"Hmm, late-stage Spirit Disciple?" Liao Feng slowly retracted his hand, a look of surprise appearing on his face.

"Senior Uncle Liao, what are you doing?" Liu Ming's expression was uncertain.

"Don't worry, I was just testing your cultivation level. If you are a late-stage Spirit Disciple, you naturally have the qualifications to learn a defensive spell. You are Bai Congtian, right? It seems that Senior Brother Gui has a promising disciple. Follow me." Liao Feng smiled and praised, then flicked his sleeve, and a white mist enveloped them.

In an instant, the two figures disappeared in the white light.

The next moment, the red-robed old man and Liu Ming appeared in a hall filled with light walls.

"Go over there, that's the area where the cultivation techniques and spells are recorded. Just place your hand on the stone platform, and you will know the content of the spell and the required contribution points. Then, touch the restriction with your badge to retrieve the item." Liao Feng pointed in a certain direction, and the light wall there dissolved into points of spiritual light.

Liu Ming nodded and walked over, placing his hand on the nearest stone platform. A set of green bamboo slips was placed in a golden light shield.

With a "boom," a surge of energy shot out from the stone platform, swirling in his mind and instantly forming rows of white text.

"Sharp Metal Technique," a metal attribute auxiliary spell that can enhance metal attribute attack power and make the body extremely sharp, capable of cutting through metal and shattering jade. Contribution points: 400.

Liu Ming shook his head and moved to the next stone platform.

"Water Mist Technique," a water attribute concealment spell that can release a large area of mist to hide one's form. Contribution points: 300.

"Fire Snake Technique," a fire attribute controllable attack spell with a moderate range and high destructive power. Contribution points: 1000.

"Thunder Net Technique," a lightning attribute attack spell with a large range and extremely high destructive power, which can only be cultivated by those of the lightning spirit lineage. Contribution points: 1400.

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Liu Ming looked at each stone platform, seemingly calm, but inwardly sighing. The number of contribution points required for these spells was far more than he had expected. With the 300 or so contribution points he had left, he could probably only exchange for the lowest-level spell.

After a short while, he had seen a small portion of the spells on the stone platforms, but his frown indicated that he had not found a satisfactory spell.

Suddenly, when he placed his hand on a dark green stone platform, his expression changed, and he stopped.

"Blood Vine Technique," a wood attribute defensive spell that can nurture vine seeds within the body, which are usually fed with blood. When encountering an enemy, they can be instantly activated to cover the entire body with vines, with the strength of the defense depending on the type of seed and the nurturing time. Note: This technique requires a large amount of blood and causes extreme pain when used. If the seeds are nurtured in the body for too long, there is a risk of the body becoming wooden, which is highly dangerous. Contribution points: 300.

Liu Ming read the white text that appeared in his mind several times and then took out his badge without hesitation, touching it to the light shield on the stone platform.

With a "puff," the 300 contribution points in his badge disappeared, and the light shield shattered.

A thin green book flashed into his hand.

Liu Ming took the book and turned to leave without hesitation.

"Blood Vine Technique? You really want to cultivate it. This technique was not created by our ancestor but was obtained from a heretic after a senior in the sect killed him. Many people have cultivated this technique, but due to the extreme pain when using it and the risk of the body becoming wooden, as well as its vulnerability to fire attribute spells, they all gave up. If it weren't for the special cultivation method and the scarcity of wood attribute spells in the sect, it might have been removed from the scripture hall. You are young and have reached this level, showing good potential, so you don't need to choose such a spell." Liao Feng glanced at the green book in Liu Ming's hand and said seriously.

"Thank you for your advice, Senior. However, I don't have many contribution points left, so I can only choose this spell for now." Liu Ming replied respectfully.

"Since you have made your decision, I won't stop you. Let's make a vow to the heavens." Liao Feng sighed and said.

After a moment, Liu Ming and the red-robed old man reappeared in the small room in a flash of white light.

Liu Ming bowed to the old man and left the scripture hall.

After Liu Ming disappeared at the door, Liao Feng's expression turned serious, and he muttered to himself:

"This young man is probably a disciple from the recent spirit opening ceremony. However, if I remember correctly, the nine-spirit lineage disciple that Nine-Infant took in is not named Bai Congtian. Could he be a six-spirit lineage disciple? That's quite unusual. To reach the late-stage Spirit Disciple so quickly, even a nine-spirit lineage disciple would find it difficult."

The red-robed old man's eyes were full of doubt, but he shook his head and sat back down to continue reading his book.

At the same time, Liu Ming checked the few remaining contribution points on his badge, sighed, and put it away, heading straight for the Hall of Affairs.

A short while later, Liu Ming stood under the crystal monument where tasks were posted, looking up at the top task written in pale gold letters, deep in thought.

After a while, he turned and walked to the stone platform for accepting tasks, handing over his badge.

"I want to participate in the three-month cycle of the Ten Thousand Bone Cave suppression mission!"

"The Ten Thousand Bone Cave is extremely dangerous, and going there is at your own risk. Junior Brother Bai, are you sure you want to participate in this mission?" The middle-aged attendant in the stone platform clearly recognized Liu Ming, the task enthusiast, and his smile froze upon hearing his words.

"No problem, I have decided to take on this mission." Liu Ming said without hesitation.

"Since that's the case, I will add your name to the list. Three days from now, a senior will lead the mission. You must join on time, or you will lose a large number of contribution points." The middle-aged attendant nodded, took the badge, and used a golden rod to tap it a few times before returning it to Liu Ming.

Liu Ming thanked the middle-aged attendant and left the second-floor hall.

"Senior Brother Huang, what task did Junior Brother Bai just accept? Why did you look hesitant?" A man in his thirties, who looked ordinary, suddenly walked to the stone platform and asked casually.

"Nothing much, Junior Brother Bai just signed up for the Ten Thousand Bone Cave suppression mission, which starts in three days." The middle-aged attendant, who clearly recognized the inquirer, replied nonchalantly.

"What? The Ten Thousand Bone Cave?" The inquirer gasped.

"Yes, so I tried to dissuade him, but Junior Brother Bai insisted on going, so I had to process it for him. Tsk tsk, if I remember correctly, over the past year, more than ten inner disciples have perished in the Ten Thousand Bone Cave, and many more have returned severely injured. Junior Brother Bai is young, but his courage is truly extraordinary." The middle-aged attendant tsked and said.

The inquirer was still in a daze.

...

"What? He accepted the Ten Thousand Bone Cave suppression mission? This kid really dares to do such a thing!" At the foot of the mountain where the Blood Transformation lineage was located, in a pavilion, several senior disciples of the Blood Transformation lineage gathered. One of them, a black-faced man, exclaimed in surprise.

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