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Chapter 2: A technique for devouring the souls of living beings and refining the Soul Refining Strear for evil spirits.

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“The disciple province is frugal,” said Wu Ping as he responded, took the items, and returned.

Were there any materials ntioned in the novel for cultivation?

They were sorry, none of the items were available.

He had to find a way for himself. It was like going to school, the school provided books, and he even expected them to give him pens or money.

Was it possible? Of course, excellence was definitely rewarded.

That was why Wu Ping didn’t consider going solo after discovering the true purpose of his golden finger. It was too challenging.

Wu Ping familiarised himself with the recently acquired items in his small cabin, silently morising them. By the ti he finished, it was already night. He exhaled slowly, a smile still on his face. “My choices are spot on. These things are truly the most suitable for .”

The Soul Swallowing thod was a lower-level technique for rapid absorption of spiritual energy. However, its aggressive nature could cause a mottled aura if not balanced with consuming living souls.

This was similar to studying, where the school provided books, and he expected to manage his pens or money.

Of course, outstanding achievents co with rewards.

That was why Wu Ping chose not to go solo. It was too difficult. Returning to his cabin, Wu Ping examined the items he had received. All were committed to mory.

The Blood Fla Technique was a lower-level thod that burned blood to enhance power. The colour indicated potency, but the thod required considerable blood.

Demonic techniques prioritise speed and power but could harm the user. For Wu Ping, it was about finding a balance. As for the Soul Refining Banner, it was a relatively simple process. Condensed souls into it, and it beca a formidable weapon.

The creator of that invention must be a genius, as the refining thod was not difficult, and the materials were readily available. However, it had strict conditions. Without living souls, it was useless. But with ten souls, it beca a decent magical tool. A hundred souls made it mid-grade, five hundred top-grade, and a thousand turned it into a supre magical tool, earning the na Thousand Soul Banner.

Yet, a hundredfold probability required at least a hundred thousand lives. That was the minimum, and the master’s luck must be extraordinary to craft it.

Wu Ping had read about a demon attempting to slaughter a million people to create the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. It only led to his demise, surrounded and killed by both righteous and demonic forces.

Because that old demon killed on sight, it inevitably dragged the families of monks from both the righteous and demonic paths into the conflict. Subsequently, these monks sought their masters and called their friends, ultimately leading to his demise.

However, Wu Ping naturally had no such concerns. He was not here to kill. Like a cow drinking, he greedily absorbed the floating aura between heaven and earth.

A significant amount of mottled spiritual energy entered his body, flowing through the extraordinary ridians. His cultivation realm soared, reaching the third level of spirit attraction after just two hours of practising the Soul Swallowing thod.

Though his ridians were painful and obstructed, Wu Ping was excited. “Demonic cultivation thods are exhilarating!”

He progressed from ordinary to successfully attracting spirits in a little over a month. Now, practising the Soul Swallowing Technique, he reached the third level of spirit attraction in less than two hours.

His excited exclamation echoed, “Step by step, damn it.”

He absorbed spiritual energy greedily, not worried about the old demon’s fate. Moving from an ordinary person to successfully attracting spirits took him over a month. However, with the Soul Swallowing Technique, he reached the third level of spirit attraction in less than two hours. His ridians were sore, and there was a sense of blockage between running spiritual energy.

But this didn’t dampen Wu Ping’s excitent. “Demonic cultivation thods are cool!”

“Stop overthinking. I’ve already attracted spirits and am now at the third level of spirit attraction.”

Feeling the pain in his body, Wu Ping lay down to sleep. In the latter part of the night, he covered himself with a quilt, disappearing from view. He still needed to be cautious.

In the doomsday world, Wu Ping walked into a small shelter with the goal of dealing with city zombies. He had no intention of harming the people in the shelter as they were awakened beings with abilities.

Wu Ping was too inexperienced to face these awakened individuals, but he would crush them if provoked. His approach was to indulge and not suppress himself, embracing his demonic cultivation path. Exiting the shelter’s gate, Wu Ping’s speed instantly increased as he moved like the wind without making a sound.

The surrounding ruins swiftly passed by as he embraced his demonic abilities.