The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 12 Random Pickup
Almost all Ghost Spirit Masters do not rely too much on weapons before reaching the sixth rank.

Unless you obtain a divine weapon!

While powerful individuals who have reached the sixth level can condense their life tokens into the specific forms of various weapons, not everyone does so.

The best thing is what suits you best!

For example, a master of palm techniques, in order to follow the trend, went to learn how to wield a sword from a master swordsman.

In the end, he died at the hands of a defeated opponent who had been suppressed by his own palm technique.

How ironic it would be if this got out!

Regardless, if nothing major happens when they go out, Feng Ling will definitely crush Xu Laosan and the others!

Old Taoist Qingniu, whose original surname was Wang,

His Buddhist name was Xuanweizi, and his origins are unknown.

That day, when Xuanweizi rescued Fengling and returned to the Seven-Colored Spirit Mountain, Fengling had already woken up.

He also learned from Xuanweizi that he did not kill the evil spirit masters who were chasing him, but left them for Feng Ling to deal with personally!
The Seven-Colored Lingjue Mountain is named for its seven layers from bottom to top: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple. Each layer's boundary is marked with a mysterious circle corresponding to its color.

Feng and Ling are currently heading from the seventh purple floor to the sixth blue floor, which is where their senior brother, Zhishan Tongzi, lives.

Xuanweizi resided on the seventh floor of the Purple Realm, while Zhi'e Tongzi, wanting to take care of his junior brother, moved to the fifth floor of the Azure Realm to live with Feng Ling.

As for the four floors below, they were entirely an amusement park for the Azure Bull.

The countless magical creatures in the Seven-Colored Spirit Mountain all regard it as a supreme emperor!

"Junior brother, we've arrived!"

Upon reaching the edge of the blue dream circle, Zhishan stopped with Fengling.

"Yes, thank you for your trouble, Senior Brother!"

Feng Ling nodded in response, but inwardly he was quite curious about the sixth floor.

He had been here for three years, busy improving his strength, to the point that he had never been here before.

With a gentle expression, the Child of Perfect Goodness slowly raised his hands to dispel the blue mist.

A quiet stone-paved path appeared before us, and looking along the path, we could vaguely see several classical pavilions nestled within it!
"Junior Brother, many years have passed since we left! Master has specifically instructed that you may freely enter and select any items in the Spirit Herb Garden, the Library, and the Elixir Pavilion. Pick up whatever you need."

Senior Brother Zhishan spoke gently to Feng Ling and relayed Xuan Weizi's instructions.

"Senior Brother, after I leave, please thank Master again for me!" Feng Ling felt a warmth in his heart.

He knew that these three places were important locations jointly guarded by his two senior brothers, Zhi Shan and Zhi E. In particular, neither of them dared to use the items displayed in the Ling Dan Pavilion easily.
Since arriving at Seven-Colored Spirit Mountain and becoming Xuanweizi's disciple, Feng Ling has received exceptional care from his master and fellow disciples. This warm feeling of home is something Feng Ling, as an orphan of assassins, has never experienced before.

Now that I'm about to go down the mountain, I've been given the privilege of "picking things up at will"!

How could Feng Ling not be moved...

Having gained a mentor who gave him a second chance at life, and two brothers who were as close as brothers, the Seven-Colored Spirit Mountain had unknowingly taken deep root in Feng Ling's heart.

This bond also marks the beginning of his transformation from a ruthless assassin into a flesh-and-blood human being!
"Alright! After you leave, I will definitely pass on your message!"

Zhi Shan smiled and patted Feng Ling on the shoulder, promising him before continuing to remind him, "Go in quickly, your senior brother is waiting for you here."

"Hmm." Feng Ling nodded slightly and his figure sped off toward the stone path. Just as he was about to disappear, he heard Senior Brother Zhishan's voice again from behind.

"Junior brother, I forgot to mention, Master is afraid you'll be too ambitious, so each time you enter the library you can only take three ghost technique manuals with you!"

Don't take any chances; your senior brother will be keeping an eye on you..."

Upon hearing the shout, a figure advancing in the distance paused slightly, and Feng Ling was taken aback.

He understands the principle of "don't bite off more than you can chew"!
The next instant, a wave of sorrow surged through Feng Ling's heart, and his figure quickly disappeared at the end of the stone path.

Beside a three-way intersection,

Feng Ling first chose to head to the left...

After one stick of incense,
Feng Ling arrived at the outside of an ancient courtyard, where a sign for a spiritual herb garden was posted, shimmering with green light.

Looking out, one can vaguely see that the courtyard is full of life, with countless spiritual herbs and medicines covered with glistening dewdrops emitting subtle light of various colors.

"Bodhi falls to the ground, creation takes root!" Upon approaching, Feng Ling read aloud the slogans on either side of the wooden gate of the Spirit Herb Garden.

Then the wooden door opened automatically, and a rich life force wafted out. Feng Ling stepped inside.

"A thousand-year-old purple lingzhi..."

"A thousand-year-old red ginseng..."

"Azure Jade Leaf Flower..." Looking at the few rare spiritual herbs in his hand that were circulating with immortal energy, Feng Ling was excited but also numb with a sense of horror.

After a long while, Feng Ling finally came to his senses, exhaled a breath of stale air, and put it down on his own.

The three spiritual herbs seemed to possess a spirit; as soon as they landed, they merged into the soil of unknown composition.

Feng Ling believed he knew countless herbs in his past life, but in the Spirit Herb Garden, he was shocked to discover:

Of the nearly ten thousand kinds of medicinal herbs, I only recognize less than a hundred, and I've never even seen the vast majority of them before!
After picking ten medicinal herbs that might be useful from the herb garden, Feng Ling left with a heavy heart.

He knew that his senior brother and master were still waiting for him, and he couldn't afford to waste too much time!

Turning around, they found a pavilion that seemed to be some height high. Feng Ling looked at the three words "Library Pavilion" with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

“Returning to the origin, following the natural way!” With a hint of surprise on his face, Feng Ling stared at the traditional Chinese characters on both sides of the library and pondered for a moment, as if he had gained some insight.

Could it be that there are inscriptions in all three locations? Feng Ling suddenly wondered, and couldn't help but feel eager to know what kind of style the Spirit Pill Pavilion was.

Upon entering the library, rows of neat wooden shelves were densely packed with an astonishing number of secret manuals on ghost techniques! Manuals on fist techniques, leg techniques, knife techniques, gun techniques, sword techniques, and more could all be found.

In his past life,

To love martial arts for survival
In this life,

I love martial arts for the sake of martial arts!
Overjoyed, Feng Ling was momentarily dazzled! After quickly flipping through nearly a hundred books, Feng Ling was shocked to discover that these manuals not only had no ranking system, but also lacked the common flaws that restricted the strength of ghost spirit masters!

Once the cultivation is perfected, its power increases entirely with the cultivator's realm!
After an unknown amount of time, Feng Ling exhaled another breath of turbid air and selected a manual of movement techniques called "Shifting Stars and Changing Positions".

In addition, what made Feng Ling most happy was that he found the complete version of "Thunderbolt Showdown".

He left the library with the two manuals in a good mood, without glancing at the rest. These two were enough for him!
"Nine times nine returns to the origin, without rank or grade..."

Staring blankly at the plaque of the Spirit Pill Pavilion, Feng Ling murmured to himself, completely stunned.

With a creak, Feng Ling pushed open the door of the Spirit Pill Pavilion and stepped inside. Immediately, a refreshing fragrance wafted towards him, making Feng Ling shudder.

Two hours later...

A sluggish figure walked aimlessly along the stone path.

"Junior Brother Feng!" Zhi Shan Tong Zi called out to Feng Ling, who was in a daze, with a smile in his eyes. When he and Zhi E first came here, they were in an even worse state than Feng Ling!

"Huh?" Hearing someone call his name, Feng Ling subconsciously responded.

Then, upon seeing the senior disciple Zhishan standing not far away, he quickly strode forward.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Senior Brother! I've made my selections: ten spiritual herbs, ten pills, and two secret manuals!"

A hint of apology appeared in Feng Ling's eyes as he handed the selected items to Zhi Shan for a quick look.

"Yes. In that case, let's go report back to our master!"

Seeing that Feng Ling was neither greedy nor pretentious, Zhi Shan smiled and nodded, her eyes filled with approval.

After putting away his belongings, Feng Ling didn't say anything more.

They simply followed Zhishan quietly, slowly returning to the seventh floor of the Purple Palace from where they had come.

Every time a creature hatches, it's a new beginning...

The world is full of chaos and troubles; may the sages and saints offer you a pure land for your souls.

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