Yuan Ming imdiately realized sothing was wrong, and with another thought, his Divine Soul flew towards the direction of the house, trying to return to his own physical body.
But just then, a night breeze blew again, and Yuan Ming's Divine Soul was blown out once more.
This ti, his Divine Soul drifted even further, shockingly reaching seventy to eighty feet away, and the bone-chilling coldness intensified, increasing Yuan Ming's fear even more.
He attempted to return to his physical body with another thought, but this ti he was horrified to discover that the connection between his mind and body had beco incredibly weak, and his Divine Soul could not return.
Realizing this, Yuan Ming was greatly alard, and his hands frantically moved through the void, trying to return.
However, this movent did not inch his Divine Soul forward at all, just as a drowning person desperately tries to save himself but cannot do so.
A gentle breeze brushed past, causing his Divine Soul to drift even further away.
What frightened Yuan Ming even more was that he suddenly realized that as the connection with his physical body weakened further, his Divine Soul started to fade and showed signs of dispersing.
Just then, a gentle force suddenly surged from the direction of the house, enveloping his Divine Soul, and the disintegration montarily paused.
The next instant, he felt his Divine Soul being pulled by this force, and after a whirl of his vision, he was instantly back in his physical body.
Yuan Ming abruptly opened his eyes, gasping heavily for air, and hugged his shoulders, his body trembling, still feeling the relentless chill.
"It seems that your Divine Soul can currently leave your body up to seventy feet away at most; any further and there is a risk of losing control and dispersing," the Silver Cat's voice rang in his Sea of Consciousness, emotionless.
"I was almost scattered just now, and you were just testing the distance my Divine Soul could leave my body?" Yuan Ming snapped irritably.
"Understanding the state of one's Divine Soul is the most basic cultivation of a Soul Cultivator," replied Silver Cat, unconcerned.
At this mont, Yuan Ming had no ti to argue, so he closed his eyes and practiced the Moonlight Technique for a mont, and finally, the chilling sensation dissipated.
When he opened his eyes again, he found the Silver Cat still squatting on the desk, not only had it not left, but even its pose had not changed in the slightest.
"Do you... have anything else for ?" Yuan Ming cald himself and asked.
The Silver Cat made no move, but suddenly, a flash of silver light appeared before it, and a brown Beast Skin erged, then soared and floated in front of Yuan Ming.
Yuan Ming picked it up and saw a line of Central Plains script listing so nas: "Ghost Faced Grass, Purple Core Pollen, Black Scale Fruit, Yin Marrow Liquid."
He was familiar with Ghost Faced Grass and Purple Core Pollen, having seen them in the Herborist before and even collected so Ghost Faced Flowers to sell to Zhao Tong, but he hadn't seen the last two items, which must be so type of spiritual materials.
"What is this?" Yuan Ming asked, frowning.
"Once you have collected them, I'll tell you," the Silver Cat spoke and, without waiting for Yuan Ming to reply, turned and vanished into the hazy night.
Yuan Ming opened his mouth, sowhat speechless about the Silver Cat's deanor, feeling helpless, he suppressed the myriad questions and complaints he had for the mont.
After resting for a mont, he again practiced the Moonlight Technique, trying out the sensation of his Divine Soul leaving his body.
But this ti he was smarter, not letting his Divine Soul fly outside the house, but rather stayed within the confines of his room, never stepping beyond the seventy-foot limit, carefully experiencing this special sensation.
Thinking back, understanding the limit of how far one's Divine Soul can leave the body... seems quite important.
...
The next day, Yuan Ming was still up early at the Fire Workshop refining embryos.
Fang Ge was standing by, starting to instruct him in more refining skills, and how to forge the right type of vessel.
He liked this fellow disciple more and more, who he initially thought had average talent and would be hard to achieve anything, but who was now making rapid progress in learning.
Yuan Ming did not disappoint him, becoming more skilled in embryo refining.
In the afternoon, after lunch in the Dining Hall, Yuan Ming left the Fire Refining Hall and went straight to the Gui Cang Pavilion.
In this period, apart from practicing the Moonlight Technique, he had also made considerable progress in mastering the Beast Taming Technique, and now he was just lacking a practical opportunity to exercise it. Your support at * keeps the series going.
Usually, disciples of the Beast Taming Hall would train the tad spirit beasts bred within the Sect's Beast Garden for practical assessnts, and as a disciple of the Fire Refining Hall, Yuan Ming naturally did not have that opportunity.
Of course, if he was willing to spend the money to buy a spirit beast, he could also get a tad spirit beast from the Beast Taming Hall, which could be easily controlled with just a Beast Taming Talisman Stone.
But Yuan Ming did not want to spend the money and wanted to master the Beast Taming Technique on his own, so he would not consider buying one.
His plan was to personally catch a spirit beast in the wild and ta it himself.
The so-called spirit beasts and Fierce Beasts, differing by just one word, are essentially the sa in nature, except that the category of spirit beasts is broader, and captured and tad Fierce Beasts also fall under the category of spirit beasts.
Catching spirit beasts and hunting Fierce Beasts might seem similar, but the difficulty level is worlds apart; therefore, Yuan Ming planned to learn one or two more magic techniques at Gui Cang Pavilion to increase his chances of success.
The night before, when he asked Silver Cat about the Concealing Technique to hide one's aura, it was also for this purpose.
Catching a spirit beast, especially if wanting to catch one alive, would be greatly aided if one could conceal oneself.
Upon arriving at Gui Cang Pavilion, Yuan Ming headed straight to the second floor.
Seeing the middle-aged deacon, Yuan Ming cut straight to the chase and asked, "Elder, I wish to borrow a concealnt technique that can hide my form. Could you recomnd one or two?"
"Oh, it's you..." the middle-aged deacon raised his eyebrows slightly upon seeing Yuan Ming.
Yuan Ming had previously co to borrow the Exorcism Technique, so the deacon had a bit of an impression of him.
It wasn't because of his appearance, which leaned more toward that of the people from the Central Plains, but because he had three two hours of borrowing ti, yet he had left after just an hour.
Since he had been the deacon of the second floor of Gui Cang Pavilion, he had never seen a disciple treat contribution value so trivially.
"You recognize ?" Yuan Ming expressed his surprise.
"Ahem, never mind. You wish to borrow a concealnt technique. Currently, in our Gui Cang Pavilion, suitable for Qi Refinent Stage Cultivators, there are only two techniques: Yuan Water Skill and Wood Concealnt Skill. Which one would you like to borrow?" the middle-aged deacon coughed lightly and waved his hand as he spoke.
"What's the difference?" Yuan Ming asked.
"Yuan Water Skill is a water attribute cultivation thod, ideal in abundant water vapor environnts, especially near waterfalls, rivers, lakes, where the concealnt effect is best. The Wood Concealnt Skill, naturally, performs best in forests. It mainly depends on your spirit root attribute and personal needs," the middle-aged deacon explained.
"Wood Concealnt Skill," Yuan Ming decided without hesitation, taking off his waist card and placing it on the table.
"Ten contribution points," the middle-aged deacon glanced at him.
"No rush, I've also heard about another wood attribute technique suitable for Qi Refinent disciples, called 'Wood Prison Technique.' I'd like to exchange for that as well," Yuan Ming spoke.
"Yes, that'll be fifteen contribution points," the middle-aged deacon nodded and said.
"I'll take both, thank you," Yuan Ming said.
"You want to exchange for two techniques simultaneously?" the middle-aged deacon asked in surprise.
Usually, disciples would at most exchange for one technique at a ti, because they couldn't morize everything in one go and needed to co back multiple tis. He had never seen anyone exchange for two techniques at once. After all, morizing and understanding a technique was ntally taxing. How could one rember two at the sa ti?
"That's right," Yuan Ming nodded and said.
"One mont," the middle-aged deacon furrowed his brow but said nothing more. He then picked up the waist card, stood up, pushed open the door behind him, and walked in.
Shortly after, he returned with two slim aqua-colored booklets.
"Borrowing books can only be done within the second floor, not to be taken out. With two books... the ti limit is six two hours," the middle-aged deacon placed the waist card and the booklets on the table, repeating the sa precautions as last ti.
After thanking him, Yuan Ming took the waist card and picked up the booklets of 'Wood Prison Technique' and 'Wood Concealnt Skill,' found a quiet place to sit down, and began to attentively peruse them.
He maintained his own pace, flipping through them one page after another, neither fast nor slow.
The entire mnemonic of the Wood Concealnt Skill wasn't lengthy, and the technique didn't appear very difficult. Its effect was also clearly limited.
It could only be deployed where there were trees. The more lush the woods, the more spiritual energy he could harness, and the better the concealnt effect, which indeed suited Yuan Ming's needs perfectly.
His cultivation of 'Nine Elents Technique,' which was a wood attribute thod, gave him an innate advantage in learning the Wood Concealnt Skill.
About an hour later, Yuan Ming put down the 'Wood Concealnt Skill,' closed his eyes as if to refresh his spirit, lingered over the technique for a mont, and then picked up the 'Wood Prison Technique' and started to examine it closely.
From ti to ti, the middle-aged deacon couldn't help but glance over at him.
About another half an hour later, Yuan Ming stood up and returned to the deacon's desk.
"Are you returning the booklets?" the middle-aged deacon asked, sowhat skeptically.
"That's right," Yuan Ming nodded.
As he spoke, he placed both booklets on the desk at the sa ti.
Altogether it had been barely an hour and a half since he borrowed them, and yet he was returning both at once?
"Young friend, don't take it wrong but the sect contribution value is hard to accumulate and the opportunity to learn techniques even rarer. Treasure them," the middle-aged deacon advised earnestly.
"Thank you for your kind intentions, elder. I've finished reading them. Additionally, I'd like to ask, aside from the books about spiritual dicine and spiritual materials on the first floor, are there any others on this level? I'd like to take a look," Yuan Ming said, giving a bow and then inquiring further.
After pondering for a mont, the middle-aged deacon replied, "There are so notes by elders; if you need them, they can be read for around three contribution points each."
"Much obliged," Yuan Ming quickly nodded.
"In that case, I suggest you look at the Second Cave Master's herb picking notes. They contain the richest content and only require five contribution points," the middle-aged deacon suggested.
Yuan Ming didn't hesitate and handed over his waist card once again.
(Fellow Daoists, the prequel has been updated four tis, detailing so experiences from before the protagonist lost his mory. Don't forget to support the Immortal with your monthly ticket when you check it out ^^)
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