Chapter 3

This cultivation panel turned out to be a cultivation game I played out of boredom in my previous life. I remember it only allowed the random generation of one profession, so how can I generate a secondary profession as well?"

They say games can ruin lives, but who would have thought that in this life, it would be a game that saved him and gave him hope to live on.

"According to the common knowledge of this world, the four arts of cultivation—pill refinement, artifact creation, talisman making, and array formation—are all vast and profound skills. Even with their long lifespans, cultivators must devote their entire lives to mastering one of these arts, leaving no time to study the art of combat."

"Therefore, in terms of combat, masters of the four arts are slightly inferior. However, as long as they achieve something in one skill, they will be venerated and well-protected by their sects, never having to risk their lives in combat."

"Without danger and with no shortage of cultivation resources, masters of the four arts hold extremely prestigious positions in the cultivation world."

"Primary profession: Artifact Creator. One day, I will become a revered master of artifact creation. Secondary profession: Melee Mage. Invincible in close combat, this will make up for my weaknesses and ensure my survival."

"However, the path of cultivation is harsh. One cultivator succeeds while ten thousand fail. I must remain low-key to go further. As for the profession of Melee Mage, I will avoid exposing it if possible and be a qualified sixth player."

"I am just an artifact creator, not skilled in combat!"

After some thought, Wu Tao made a long-term development plan.

Carving a restriction practice spirit board was extremely mentally taxing. Even with the system, Wu Tao had no intention of experimenting. His current cultivation level was low, and he was not a true immortal; he still needed to eat, drink, urinate, defecate, and sleep.

"I'll sleep first and practice again tomorrow."

After being possessed, Wu Tao could feel that his essence, energy, and spirit were deteriorating over time.

The next morning, while it was still dim, Wu Tao got up, holding a chamber pot, and went out to the designated night soil collection area. After disposing of it, he returned to his residence. Just as he reached the door, he saw his neighbor unlocking the door.

It was a female neighbor, wearing a light blue cross-collar robe, revealing two arms as white as lotus roots. The female neighbor also heard Wu Tao's footsteps and instinctively turned to look at him.

Their eyes met, and Wu Tao smiled and greeted her, "Hello, I moved in yesterday."

The female neighbor, looking tired, seemed surprised that Wu Tao would greet her and could only nod in response, "Hello!" After responding, she went inside.

The brief conversation ended, and Wu Tao was not bothered. He stood at the door for a moment with the chamber pot before returning to his room to start meditating.

The familiar Three Yang Technique flowed through his mind, and Wu Tao began to breathe and absorb the sparse spiritual energy floating in the world.

As for using spirit stones for cultivation, he was not wealthy enough for that.

After meditating for two hours, Wu Tao stopped and began to cook.

After eating, he rested for a moment and took out the restriction practice spirit board to prepare for practice.

"With the Artifact Creator profession, it shouldn't be as difficult."

Taking a deep breath, Wu Tao adjusted his breathing, calmed his mind, and activated the Three Yang Technique, controlling his spiritual energy. Just as he was about to carve the first-stage cooling restriction, a sudden insight struck him, and he stopped, "My thinking was flawed. Carving restrictions is like solving a math problem; I need to learn the formula to solve the problem. Clearly, my understanding of the cooling restriction is insufficient, and blindly carving it will only lead to failure. Everything should be done step by step. First, learn to walk, then learn to run."

This sudden insight and realization, Wu Tao knew, was due to the talent bonus of the Artifact Creator profession.

The original owner lacked the talent to understand such a simple truth.

"First, I need to comprehend it."

Wu Tao put down the restriction practice spirit board and took out a book to study the first-stage cooling restriction.

Perhaps due to the talent bonus, many questions the original owner didn't understand suddenly became clear, and his understanding of the cooling restriction became increasingly clear.

After half an hour, Wu Tao stopped studying and prepared to practice carving.

Like conducting an experiment in a laboratory, understanding the theoretical knowledge must be verified through practice.

Spiritual energy acted like a knife, and a line fell on the practice spirit board, twisting and turning, carefully and gradually carving towards the complete cooling restriction...

"Snap!"

The spiritual energy broke, and the spirit board smoked. Wu Tao rubbed his forehead, feeling mentally exhausted but extremely excited, "My direction is indeed correct. Although this attempt failed, it was a significant improvement compared to the previous two."

"Using just one practice spirit board, I managed to carve 5% of the cooling restriction. The original owner practiced for years and never reached even 1%."

"The talent bonus of the Artifact Creator profession is truly terrifying."

"Rest for a moment, recover my spirit, and try again."

Indeed, after the second attempt, he managed to carve 10% of the cooling restriction. However, the further he went, the more his spirit was drained, and he felt mentally and physically exhausted.

He continued to meditate to recover his spiritual energy.

After half an hour,

The sky had darkened, signaling the end of the day.

Wu Tao took out the third restriction practice spirit board and prepared for the third attempt.

"Poof!"

"Snap!"

Just as he was about to complete 13% of the restriction, Wu Tao felt a jolt, his face turned dark, and he spat out a mouthful of blood onto the spirit board. The spiritual energy broke, and the spirit board was ruined.

But at that moment, Wu Tao was more concerned about the black aura on his face. He quickly activated the Three Yang Technique to suppress the evil energy in his body.

After a long time, Wu Tao's face improved, but the black mark had grown larger.

He was filled with fear, "Focused on practicing the restriction, I forgot that I am possessed. Excessive consumption of spiritual energy and spirit caused the evil energy in my body to stir and counterattack."

"In the future, I will only practice two spirit boards a day. With three months left to live, it will be enough to create a first-stage magic robe."

Deciding this, Wu Tao felt hungry and quickly made a simple meal. After eating, he felt drowsy and lay down on the wooden bed, falling asleep.

He didn't know how long he slept, but he was woken by the sounds of pleasure from next door.

He opened his tired eyes and listened to the creaking and moaning from the neighboring room.

He recalled the female neighbor from the morning, who was in her early thirties, charming, and married. She was now enjoying herself.

"At this hour of the night... without a soundproofing array, how can I sleep?"

Wu Tao felt tired and sleepy, but the sounds from next door kept him awake, making his mind wander.

"There's no Xi'an meat spirit grass in this world, so it's hard to solve. Could it be...?" He looked at his hands but shook his head, "I am possessed, and my essence is precious. I can't afford to waste it."

He lay down again and tried to sleep.

He slept poorly, and the next morning, he woke up feeling lethargic.

Wu Tao rubbed his eyes, picked up the chamber pot to dispose of the night soil, and just as he opened the door, he heard the neighbor's door open. He turned to see the female neighbor sending a tall, middle-aged male cultivator out, who was likely her husband.

The female neighbor turned and saw Wu Tao, her smile froze, and she turned to close the door.

Wu Tao did not look further. The neighbor's husband was tall and intimidating, and if he encountered a Northeastern cultivator, it could cause unnecessary trouble, which did not fit his current development plan.

He quickly turned his gaze and walked quickly to the night soil collection area.

After returning, he took a deep breath of fresh air at the door and then went back inside.

His mind was now focused on practicing restrictions and creating a first-stage magic robe to sell, buy a dispelling evil talisman, and remove the evil energy from his body.

The day passed quickly. The first practice spirit board reached 18%, and the second attempt triggered a luck bonus, directly reaching 28%.

Wu Tao was both surprised and delighted. If he could trigger the luck bonus every time, he could quickly complete the cooling restriction.

Of course, this was just a thought.

He was not a European, full of luck.

The next day, Wu Tao woke up with a headache. The neighbors had been at it for over an hour