After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 14. The time has come
[You spend a hundred years continuing to comprehend the Art of Evil Arrows.]

This time, your goal is to 'improve range and increase accuracy'.

In the seventy-fifth year, you comprehended the "Evil Crossbow Technique"

This technique cannot undergo a third mutation, and the remaining twenty-five years will be returned.]

[You have devoted two hundred years to continue comprehending the "Evil Arrow Technique".

This time, your goal is to 'increase power'.

In the ninety-ninth year, you comprehended the "Art of Killing Guns".

You spent another twenty years to integrate the "Evil Needle Technique", "Evil Crossbow Technique" and "Evil Gun Technique".

You have comprehended "The Heavy Rain".

This spell has mutated to perfection and is no longer capable of further mutation. The remaining eighty-one years will be returned.]

Once the spell is trained, there is no possibility of further improvement.

Song Yan continued to improve his realm.

[You spent a hundred years practicing the complete version of "The Art of Guiding Mysterious Energy".

In the forty-fifth year, you successfully cultivated 900 strands of Evil Mystery, which gathered into nine springs and, together with the previous spring, flowed into the ten meridians in your body.

Your physical strength has increased again, and your perception has also improved to a certain extent.

You have entered the second level of Xuan training.

Due to lack of follow-up skills, the remaining fifty-five years of life will be returned.]

Song Yan tried to use the "Art of Condensing Evil and Controlling Mystery" to hide the Ten Springs Evil Mystery and succeeded.

He glanced at the panel again: [Lifespan: 17/3469].

"The spells are beyond my ability to push, but my skills and spiritual roots seem to be OK."

'Try again.'

The boy was full of patience.

In this dangerous world, he is always working tirelessly to improve his strength.

[You spent a hundred years deducing and practicing the "Mysterious Energy Guiding Technique".

No matter how you try, you always find that your body is full of evil.

You vaguely feel that you may need some external medication, but you don't have such medication.

As for the exercises, "Xuan Qi Guiding Method" seems to be the best exercise for those with inferior Xuan roots at the Xuan level.

A hundred years have passed and you have gained nothing.

[You spent a hundred years deducing the 'Inferior Ghost Xuan Root'.

You lie on a lonely cliff, but ghosts will no longer enter or leave your body.

You vaguely feel that improving your Xuan Gen is no easier than creating something out of nothing, and this time you don't have the luck to hit the jackpot, you need some kind of opportunity.

A hundred years have passed and you have gained nothing.

"Nothing? It's not that easy after all."

Song Yan thought secretly in his heart.

This was the first time he had fully utilized the panel.

Soon, he summed up some rules, or experiences:

First, his life span deduction panel cannot create something out of nothing, and it is impossible to produce medicine when there is no medicine. Therefore, as long as he prepares the medicine, he can probably practice directly by "consuming the medicine directly". Similarly, he can also use the environment. Different environments are also different for cultivation. His "inferior ghost root" was produced by the fishy fog on the cliff of the leather workshop.

Second, the spell itself has a potential limit, and it is impossible to mutate infinitely. And the time required for each mutation will increase significantly, and the increase currently seems to be an additional half of the time of the first comprehension. If you want to achieve a perfect mutation, you need to complete all mutations of the same level and merge them, which takes much longer than the time it takes to practice the spell itself.

In other words, it is much easier to practice ready-made spells than to comprehend them on your own.

As for the fact that he only had 3269 years left to live, Song Yan was not surprised.

After all, he was practicing low-level skills, and it was outrageous that he had spent a total of more than 600 years. Of course, this also included 200 years of useless work.

After completely digesting the power, Song Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He opened his eyes and saw that the hazy red fog outside the house became much clearer. The distorted fog had many more lines, as if a mentally ill painter was sketching messily with blood on a black curtain.

He listened carefully, and the sounds outside the house that had been almost isolated and silent entered his ears again: the sound of the wind, the rustling of leaves in the forest at the bottom of the cliff, the terrifying howling of skin and bone ghosts in the air, the crisp sound of a small stone rolling on the cliff, and even the gentle conversation of the two people in the suspended room next door, he could hear it all.

It could be said to be the sound of conversation, but in fact there was not much conversation.

Just some indescribable humming sounds.

This is the only time the servants can escape.

After the groaning, the maid in the next room asked: "When are you going to do that thing you were talking about?"

Then, the male servant said, "Wait two more days."

The female servant said, "I have saved 10 contribution points, and you have 10 points too. Go ask the master Zhang who teaches us the skills, if you give him all 20 points, can he let us go. If 20 points are not enough, we can still save. As long as we can be allowed to leave, anything is fine." The male servant sighed and said, "I'm afraid that's not possible."

The maid said, "This won't work, that won't work, what should we do?"

Then she started complaining.

The voices gradually faded away, because this was an unsolvable problem.

Which servant doesn't want to run?
But how can I run?
Song Yan looked towards the bed.

Miss Qiu, whose outline could only be seen originally, became clearer as his perception became stronger.

It was late spring at this time, and the young lady was only covered with a thin quilt. Her chest was swollen and her long legs were only exposed at the base of her snow-white legs, with the red string of the silk bag showing. She looked very hot, but her brows were tightly furrowed, as if she was having a nightmare.

A day ago, Song Yan was also so frightened, but now, he suddenly found that he could sleep well.

Because, even though he was dreaming, his perception and alertness exceeded that of a mortal who is awake.

He yawned, leaned back slightly, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Time began to speed up again, and the leather workshop became Song Yan's comfort zone.

Another two months passed in the blink of an eye.

Wang Susu's group faced a test.

The testing process is secretive.

But out of the six people who entered, only three passed successfully, and Wang Susu was one of them.

At this moment, the charming woman seemed to be reborn, her whole body was radiant with energy, and she left the leather workshop with her head held high.

As for Song Yan, she had long forgotten him.

There is no love, no hate, and no desire to show off. I'm just a passerby.

Of course, if the women in Song Yan's room changed one after another, Wang Susu would definitely go up to say hello and say something like "Junior brother, I'll be waiting for you at the main peak of Shadow Play Peak" to establish a good relationship.

However, Miss Qiu Lianyue has been living well since she entered Song Yan's house. During this period, Song Yan even wasted his contribution points to buy a lot of ginseng pills for the young lady.

Wang Susu just thought this behavior was ridiculous.

When Song Yan was able to survive in her hands, she thought that this young man was capable of some things, so she provided information in time to resolve her resentment. But now it seems that she was overthinking.

When someone leaves, someone comes.

Among those who went there, far more people died than those who became formal disciples.

The newcomers start the cycle again.

Two months later
The man in Qi Yao's room became weak and died, and the woman in the room of another "qualified person" named Xu Changjun also disappeared.

These two people with the same qualifications lived together.

Into the night
Qi Yao and Xu Changjun did not roll onto the bed, but sat upright and looked at each other.

Qi Yao sighed softly, tears flashing in her eyes. She said with sorrow: "Senior Brother is dead. He died to protect me."

Xu Changjun said solemnly: "In order to destroy this puppet palace, all sacrifices are worth it."

Qi Yao pursed her lips and took a deep breath.

Xu Changjun said: "After a month, Junior Sister, you will show your strength and pass the test."

Qi Yao was stunned and asked, "What about you, Senior Brother Xu?"

Xu Changjun smiled faintly and said, "We need people to stay everywhere to find out the news. I will continue to stay, hide my strength, and hide in this leather workshop."

Qi Yao thought for a moment and said, "That's right, Senior Brother has already broken through the first level of Lian Xuan, and he also possesses the "Qi Condensation Technique", so he can hide."

Xu Changjun showed a charming smile, shook his finger, and said: "No, Junior Sister, I have reached the second level of Lianxuan."

"Good man, good man, please nourish me, please nourish me more."

"Good man, hurry up, please."

"That's it. That's it."

Seeing that there was only one month left until the deadline, Qiu Lianyue was extremely nervous.

Especially when she realized that she was still healthy, she almost went crazy.

Her health meant that Song Yan had to take less medicine from her.

If you do less to replenish your body, the possibility of passing the test will be lower.

If Song Yan fails to pass the test and become a formal disciple, she will never be able to make a breakthrough.
Song Yan is a good person, she knows it.

So, at this time, Miss Qiu was like a mad female leopard, constantly making "excessive demands" of "being taken".

Time passes slowly.
Another month has passed.

The time has come to test the results of your cultivation.

(End of this chapter)