Chapter 138: Rain Overturning Sword, Lang Fanyun!
Furious Flood Dragon Gang’s “Invitation”! (2)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
This cultivation method had to absorb one of the five most difficult fiendish qi to cultivate to perfection.
Moreover, it was best to absorb the most violent and domineering Lightning Fiendish Qi.
Otherwise, it would be like the Mystic Ice Claw, with high difficulty and low power.
However, it was the same for Han Zhao. He was not a third Blood Qi
Breakthrough martial artist, but a Force Tempering Martial Master.
No matter how difficult it was to cultivate the first two levels of this cultivation method, it would not delay him for long.
Furthermore, it was related to the upgrade of the Trait.
The Three Spirits Arrow Manual he had obtained from the three Lian sisters also required the power of the three wonders to unleash its strongest power.
In any case, he had to cultivate the Three Spirits Arrow Manual. If he absorbed the power of the three wonders in the future, he would let the Mystic Ice Claw and the Divine Firmament Seal absorb it together.
After copying the Divine Firmament Seal, he began to search the miscellaneous books section.
After about half an hour, he finally found the Afterlife Incantation that No. 9 had mentioned in a corner.
He flipped open the Afterlife Incantation and saw that there were only about a hundred words.
However, just as No. 9 had said, one needed to have the foundation of a Buddhist cultivation method or a profound Buddhist cultivation. Otherwise, when encountering dirty things, reciting the Afterlife Incantation would be useless.
Han Zhao did not copy it. He only read it dozens of times and memorized the contents.
He put the Afterlife Incantation manual back and returned to the entrance of the stairs.
He was not prepared to practice anything else unless he had a Trait to upgrade.
“Just two, right?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, a total of 40 copper coins.” The old man extended his hand to Han Zhao.
“Isn’t it free?” Han Zhao was stunned.
“Secret manuals are free but blank pages are charged. One book costs twenty copper coins,” the old man explained.
“Alright.” Han Zhao touched his chest and took out 40 copper coins from the Sumeru Pouch. Because of the boat ride that day, he had specially exchanged for a lot of change.
The old man took the money and returned the secret manual to Han Zhao. As for the contents, he was not even interested in flipping to the first page.
In the past, when newbies heard that it was free, they copied 20 secret manuals and two large categories.
They were just biting off more than they could chew.
It was best for normal people to specialize in one. If they practiced another one, it would be at most.
If one cultivated five to six martial arts, or even seven to eight martial arts, wouldn’t that be a joke?
He probably could not even unleash the normal power of a martial arts technique.
This newbie had only copied two books the first time he came. He was still considered self-aware.
Han Zhao finished copying the secret manual and returned to the west wing of the Sword Rain Courtyard.
However, he was not in a hurry to cultivate the Mystic Ice Claw and the Divine Firmament Seal. Instead, he closed the door and windows tightly.
Then, he muttered in his mind,
“System.”
[Collected 75 Notification Fragments. Do you want to synthesize the Trait?]
[Each synthesis will consume 70 Notification Fragments and 180 taels of gold..
“The Yin energy in the Essence Soul Bead has been exhausted. Coupled with the natural recovery and the Yin energy provided by the divine weapon regularly, the next simulation will probably be carried out in half a year.”
In any case, Han Zhao would definitely not leave the city in the future, so his safety was guaranteed.
In this simulation, he was prepared to see if it would be dangerous to kill Lu
Huanxiu.
If there was, he would wait a little longer. “Synthesize. Beginning simulation.”
[21 years old. You joined the Sword Rain Courtyard.]
[Lu Huanxiu’s legs were broken by the white-haired demoness. He was seriously injured and fainted.]
[That night, you infiltrated the Lu Manor and prepared to kill Lu Huanxiu. In the end, you encountered a Martial Saint expert and died.]
. ‘ Han Zhao was stunned. This was probably the shortest simulation he had ever done.
Yesterday, he asked Lu Yingxuan about it. This Lu Huanxiu did not have any special background. He was the strongest in the Lu family.
‘Could it be the Academy Head of the Martial Academy?!’ Han Zhao thought to himself.
The only person who could protect Lu Huanxiu was probably the Two Fiend Realm Academy Head of the Martial Academy.
This was probably the reason why the white-haired demoness suspected to be Lu Yingxuan did not kill him directly.
If a grandmaster-level expert of Martial Academy was killed, it would indeed be a destructive blow to the reputation of Martial Academy.
“It’s fine. I’m not in a hurry anyway. Let’s forget about it for the time being.”
Han Zhao chuckled.
[1: Obtain Trait (Not Selectable)] [2: Obtained attribute points] [3: Obtain any part of the life experience.] [Current Balance: 319 taels of gold]
“Option 2.”
[Attribute Points +32]
[Attribute Points: 52]
“I’ve never accumulated so many attribute points.”
Han Zhao thought to himself.
Then, he took out the Red Dragon Halberd divine weapon fragment from his Sumeru Pouch.
“No. 9, come out.”
A red light flashed, and No. 9’s figure appeared. He knelt on one knee and said respectfully, “Greetings, Master.”
“I’ve already learned the Afterlife Incantation. This is the last time. You don’t have to call me Master. Call me by my name.”
Han Zhao waved his hand.
No. 9 pondered for a moment before standing up. He cupped his fists at Han Zhao and bowed as a martial artist. “Mas… Han… Brother Han.”
“Are you ready?” Han Zhao reminded.
“Master, do you have a pen and paper?” No. 9 asked seriously.
“Yes, why?”
“I want to record this illusion transformation ability in detail so that Brother
Han’s incarnation can adapt as soon as possible.”
“Thank you.”
Han Zhao took out a pen and paper from his Sumeru Pouch.
No. 9 looked at the pen and paper on the table and was in a daze for a moment.
After a long time, he began to write. The crooked handwriting made him frown, but he could finally recognize what it was.
“Alright, Brother Han.”
No. 9 returned the paper filled with words to Han Zhao..