Versatile Mage: I have a proficiency panel

Chapter 45: Ancient Capital Treasure House, Hua Zhanhong, Old Taoist Priest

[Name: Bai Jue]

[Spirit: Seventh Level (50%)]

[Physique: Commander level (70%)]

[Realm: Poison Element·Super Level 60 (99%), Sound Element·Advanced Level 99 (16%), Chaos Element·Advanced Level (%), Space Element·Intermediate Level (%)]

【技能：毒系掌控lv6（66%），音系掌控lv5（99%），混沌系掌控lv5（99%），空间系掌控lv4（1%），冥修lv5（99%），星子把控lv6（55%），药剂学lv5（58%），乐理lv4（62%）】

(Note: lv1 is not an entry level, lv2 is an elementary level, lv3 is an intermediate level, lv4 is an advanced level, lv5, lv6, lv7 is a super level, lv8, lv9 is a forbidden spell, lv10 is a magic god and above)
[Transcendent Power: Poison-type·Destain]

Bai Jue woke up from his retreat. His cultivation level did not increase significantly during the ancient capital's undead catastrophe, but his mental strength and physical strength had improved significantly after absorbing some of the energy dissipated by the ancient king's armor. Correspondingly, the proficiency of many of his skills also increased.

At this time, a royal guard knocked on the door and invited him to the Bell Tower Magic Association.

When Bai Jue arrived, Han Ji was waiting for him in the hall, and judging from his expression, he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Is there any good news?" Bai Jue asked.

"I'll tell you later. Now I'll give you the reward you deserve." Han Ji patted Bai Jue's shoulder and motioned him to follow him.

“You’re not going to try to trick me with some random stuff, are you? I met Mo Fan before I came here, and he said that you guys are so stingy with things that you can’t even afford to give me the Vein of the Galaxy.” Bai Jue said casually.

Han Ji's face froze, a little embarrassed: "The ancient capital is not very well-funded right now. Not only do the victims of this war need subsidies, but a large budget is also needed for reconstruction. The resources are really not enough, but what I give you is definitely valuable!"

"Mo Fan needs winged magic tools, but I have all of these. What are you going to give me?" Bai Jue frowned.

"Your contribution to the ancient capital cannot be measured by money. After discussion among our top management, we decided to let you make the choice yourself."

Han Ji led Bai Jue through the layers of guards and pushed open a heavy forbidden door. Bai Jue suddenly discovered that this was a place filled with many bookshelves and antiques. It was like a museum, but more solemn, and even had a sense of oppression that made people breathe slower and lighter. Those exhibits possessed a certain aura!

"This is the heritage place of the ancient capital. Anything that can be placed in this treasury is a treasure, and the worst is a Horcrux."

High-level instruments are called Horcruxes, and Horcruxes are often like life, with temper, character, power, and integrity. For example, Mo Fan's pendant, the little loach, is the top Horcrux.

"It's good, but it doesn't seem to have what I need." Bai Jue followed Han Ji as he strolled through the treasure house. Most of the things here were indeed treasures, but they meant little to him. Having inherited the ancient king's legacy, he didn't lack these.

"Take a look first. If there is nothing that suits your taste, then forget it. We will choose another reward for you." Han Ji seemed to be well-informed. He was sure that there would be something here that would satisfy Bai Jue.

Demon materials, spirit seeds, soul seeds, magic tools, bodies of ancient unknown creatures... Bai Jue's eyes swept through these collections, but he was not satisfied with any of them.

"Since you can't find what you want over there, let's take a look at this." Han Ji called Bai Jue over and uncovered the things in front of him...

"Chimes?" Bai Jue's eyes showed surprise.

"That's right. Although the Zenghouyi chime bells are a set of large-scale ritual instruments, they are also special musical instruments. The whole set of chime bells has 65 pieces in total, with complete musical scales. A forbidden spell master said that it is enough to support their level." Han Ji explained to Bai Jue. This name is really familiar... Bai Jue was not happy about it, but was a little confused. How could he get such a good thing?

"You killed Saran, eliminating a great scourge for Kyushu, and you crossed the Devil's Abyss, saving the lives of millions of people, and you were injured as a result. We will not be stingy with you out of emotion or reason."

A rather unfamiliar voice sounded in his ears. Bai Jue turned around and saw a middle-aged man with black hair and beard. Even his clothes were ink-colored. The temperament he exuded was more elegant and gentle, as if he was an elegant man immersed in calligraphy and painting.

"My name is Hua Zhanhong. Now, I need to confirm a few things with you."

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More than 130 kilometers away from the ancient capital, majestic and steep peaks and cliffs rise from the ground. They are so majestic that standing at the foot of the mountains gives people a suffocating sense of oppression!
The catastrophe in the ancient capital did not affect Xiyue, but there are not many people here now. It is so quiet that the only sound you can hear is the rustling of wind through the trees.

Bai Jue followed Hua Zhanhong here. The mountain path they walked on was narrow and the steps were short. On both sides were vertical cliffs that dropped thousands of feet. The high-altitude wind swept over, and it felt like they would fall down the mountain at any time.

It really looks like the place where the hidden sect in the novel is located.

The feeling of speeding between the cliffs is amazing. Looking around, you can see clouds and mist under your feet, green vines and pine trees hanging upside down on the stone walls, and a few pieces of rubble that were stepped on and rolled down from the peak. You can see the rubble falling down and down...

On this steep cliff, a Taoist temple appeared in the sight of the two people.

“Hiss, your situation is quite peculiar. The star sea and the death energy maintain a rather strange balance. It only has a slight erosion on other magic systems. Instead, it can promote your cultivation speed... According to the current situation, it can be guaranteed to be stable within ten years.” The old Taoist retracted the finger that was pointing at Bai Jue’s brow, thoughtfully.

"Is there any possibility for his poison system to recover?" Hua Zhanhong asked.

"If we rely on external forces, it will be difficult. As I said just now, we are in a strange balance now. Applying any external force may cause unpredictable results. It can only be solved by this layman himself." The old Taoist shook his head.

"There is currently a way to restore the Dharma system, and that is for this layman to achieve a forbidden spell and use the power of the forbidden spell to dissolve the death energy by himself."

"As for the rest, I, the old Taoist priest, need to observe for a few more days."

"Then I'll leave it to you, Bai Jue. You should practice in the Taoist temple during this period of time." Hua Zhanhong nodded when he heard it, gave Bai Jue some instructions and left in a hurry.

He didn't have much free time as there were too many things waiting for him to deal with, such as the transaction with the ancient king.

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The ancient capital has been rebuilt on a grand scale.

For thousands of years, every night, there would be undead wandering outside the ancient capital, and only powerful mages could act at night. But since the catastrophe, there is not a single undead to be seen within hundreds of kilometers of the ancient capital!

It’s not that the undead have completely disappeared, but that they all stay obediently in their own tombs, underground palaces, and ancient mausoleums, never leaving their homes.

The transaction between Jiuzhou and the Ancient King is in progress...

(End of this chapter)