Chapter 307

Chapter 307: Practice at Sitting Forgetting Peak

As they descended from the sky, the disciples with the ability to fly occupied the highest practice square at Sitting Forgetting Peak, creating an invisible line that separated those who could soar from those who could not.

Standing at a higher vantage point, feeling the shift in one’s mindset is entirely different. It felt as if one could see all the surrounding mountains, which seemed to gather around like old friends. As the spiritual energy surged, it became hard to resist the urge to unleash a spell.

Li Hui landed in front of the stone wall, not turning to glance at the surrounding peaks. Instead, he stared upward at the wall, where a series of spells were inscribed.

Joining the Haotu Sect meant he was now an Orthodox cultivator, so he had to learn some spells. However, after reviewing them, he was utterly disappointed. Before evolving into Dao arts, their primary function seemed to be merely supporting artifacts.

“How can I discuss amplifying artifacts with an insulator? Isn’t that like playing music to a cow?” He smirked, “If you have the skills, try prying that silver snake bracelet off my wrist.”

At that moment, a disciple raised his arm, channeling spiritual energy, and red light gradually began to rise in delicate threads. As he pushed his palm forward, a loud boom echoed.

“Boom…” The red light shot out for thirty zhang and collided with a wood ball rising from below, exploding into scattered sparks of fire, creating a beautiful sight. However, as for its power? To someone used to grand spectacles, it was hardly impressive.

Moments later, many wood balls rose from the ground; each was about the size of a human head. These served as targets for practicing spells, with elite disciples showing off their skills.

Li Hui was watching intently when suddenly a group of over ten disciples approached with a “whoosh.” Yan Jinglun led the way, followed by Wen Shaobao, forming an arrowhead formation as they arrived.

In just a month, Wen Shaobao’s aura had noticeably changed; he had likely become a Concentrating Spirit cultivator.

Yan Jinglun exuded a pioneer’s aura as he stood firmly in front of Li Hui and said, “Li Yingjun, today we’re practicing spells. Let’s see who can break more wood balls. If you lose, you have to return Wen’s Long-browed Fiery Monkey to him.”

“This?” Li Hui replied, feeling somewhat awkward, “I just arrived on my first day and haven’t learned any spells yet. Can we postpone this until later?”

“You, with the surname Li, look down on me! I saw you flying in from the wind. You must be close to advancing the Wind and Cloud Spells into the realm of Dao techniques, right?”

“Flying isn’t the same as Dao techniques! If that’s the case, Dao techniques must be pretty pathetic!” Li Hui waved his sleeve, taking out a Cloud-Riding Wind Talisman, and announced loudly to the nearby disciples, “Everyone, look here! This Cloud-Riding Wind Talisman is a must-have spiritual talisman for flying. It’s formed with Nine Patterns and Three Exotics, enabling you to soar five thousand miles, meaning you can use it repeatedly within five thousand miles. It’s not expensive, just three lower-grade Mixed-colored Miao Jades, honest pricing!”

Yan Jinglun was stunned as the atmosphere suddenly shifted.

Li Maocai had a lot of miscellaneous items stored in the warehouse, many of which were almost rotten. Li Hui had crushed the tattered feather robes into bits and mixed them into the talisman ink, thus creating several Cloud-Riding Wind Talismans with Nine Patterns and Three Exotics. This showed just how powerful those robes had been.

Otherwise, how could Master be called wasteful? He particularly loved hoarding items but would forget them completely once he entered seclusion, as if he had wiped his memory clean.

“What? Is it too expensive? This is the sect price! If you can find a better deal in Dalong, I’ll give you a hundred for free!”

“Not expensive at all!” Yan Jinglun scratched his bald head, while Wen Shaobao felt so furious that he wanted to kick him, shouting, “Li Yingjun, stop fooling around in front of us! You just entered the Mirror Lake faction, following some old fellow who’s about to kick the bucket!”

“Boom…” Wen Shaobao’s eyes widened when he realized the practice platform was moving away from him. His chest ached intensely, and he couldn’t help but let out a painful scream.

Li Hui shaded his eyes, glancing into the distance. He had just kicked away that careless fool using nine times the speed combined with the Ideal Body technique. Every time he found someone to kick, who could he blame? Since he had entered the Concentrating Spirit stage, he should have been harder to mess with than before.

Yan Jinglun stepped back, secretly thinking, “No way! I couldn’t even see how he kicked! Is there such a powerful body refining cultivator in Dalong? He’s even stronger than the disciples from Lingyun Temple’s Copper Man Alley.”

“As the head senior brother, I should look after my junior brothers,” Li Hui chuckled. “Come on, each of you buys three talismans. Where else can you find such prices? Don’t upset the head senior brother, alright? I don’t like it when I’m unhappy; I might just kick someone.”

The group of over ten was confused, unaware of when they started to head back, holding three talismans in their arms. They had no choice but to buy; had they not seen Wen Shaobao being kicked off the mountain? They were still trying to compare spells while that guy was a body refining cultivator, yet here they were still relying on luck! With a loud boom, one of them was gone.

“Orthodox cultivators?” Li Hui shook his head and continued observing the stone wall. The summary of spells was engraved in the center, with several of the simplest techniques etched on either side.

“Preserving thoughts? Not difficult; it just enhances mental thoughts! It’s somewhat like self-hypnosis, creating a connection between spirit marks and the five elements of heaven and earth. No wonder they need to test physical constitution upon entry, and why it’s determined so meticulously. A Frost Body shouldn’t practice Fire-type spells, or they’ll naturally suffer. I think I might be stronger with a Wind and Cloud physique, but since I’m mixed with Qian Yuan Black Gold, it has metal and fire attributes, making it complicated and impure. It’s hard to refine a specific spell.”

“In that case, I really don’t seem suited for practicing spells or Dao techniques. Forcing myself to train would disturb the balance of the five-element composition in my body and disrupt the balance carefully formed by the talisman formation and treasure cabinet.”

“Hmm, but…” After reviewing the techniques, Li Hui pondered, “If I can push spells to the level of Dao techniques, their power would be equivalent to using talismans at will. As my cultivation increases, Dao techniques would become easier to use than investing resources in crafting talismans because Dao techniques can also evolve to include Dao laws!”

“No wonder the sect elders value the Dao body so much. Just picture being able to utilize Dao techniques at the Concentrating Spirit stage, or even mid-tier Dao techniques. That would be like smashing people with a handful of talismans! Who among the same rank could compete?”

“Actually, secret techniques are somewhat similar to spells, like the Cloud-Brush Dragon Claw Technique, which also requires enhancing mental thoughts to control. However, while spells utilize external forces, secret techniques consume spiritual energy from within.”

“Can I set off the Cloud-Brush Dragon Claw Technique from within to summon cloud energy for spells? I should ask Master’s fragment of consciousness about this when I return, and I need to find time to explore the scripture hall thoroughly to replenish my weaknesses.”

Just as Li Hui was lost in thought, a fierce whistle suddenly pierced the air, followed by a loud crash as dust and stones flew. A towering humanoid figure, two zhang tall, held Wen Shaobao in its arms, glaring with murderous intent, “Who injured my brother?”

All the disciples turned to look. Li Hui felt the urge to slap each of them and thought, “Should I pretend to be clueless at a time like this? Don’t show such strong admiration for the head senior brother.”

“What’s the matter? I kicked him down! Didn’t your brother just advance to Concentrating Spirit? Is he so weak that he can’t withstand a kick from Spirit Motion with Eight Patterns?”

Saying that, implying that if a Concentrating Spirit cultivator couldn’t withstand a kick from him, it meant he was utterly useless. It hinted that his cultivation was weak, and if he used that to bully others, it would just be embarrassing.

“Remember, my name is Wen Shaolun, ranked fourth among true disciples. No matter how useless my brother is, that doesn’t mean you can just hit him. Next month at Sitting Forgetting Peak, you will compete with spells. If you’ve entered the Haotu Sect and refuse to practice spells, focusing on crooked paths, are you prepared to bring shame to the sect? I might just have to take over your Master’s duties to clean up this mess and stop the bad influences!” The giant then soared away…