Bizarre Survival: I Can Devour Thousands of Talents

Chapter 188, Section 187: Don't order yet!

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Ling Xiao stood in the dense forest, surrounded by towering ancient trees and entwined vines, the air filled with the fresh scent of earth and plants. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling his body and creating interplay of light and shadow. A resolute light shone in his eyes, and the staff in his hand emitted a faint red glow, a harbinger of the fire magic he was about to unleash.

The tranquility of the forest was shattered by the sudden battle. Ling Xiao could feel the ground trembling slightly, a sign that the vine spirits were stirring beneath the earth. He took a deep breath, synchronizing his heartbeat with the natural rhythm of the surroundings, preparing for the upcoming challenge.

Ling Xiao knew that this battle was not just a contest of strength, but also a battle of wits and strategy. He had to utilize the high temperature and destructive power of fire magic while respecting the environment and avoiding unnecessary destruction.

Suddenly, the ground cracked open, and vines, as if alive, spread rapidly, attacking Ling Xiao. He quickly retreated, waving his staff and chanting an incantation. A wall of fire appeared out of thin air, blocking the vines. The flames roared, creating a stark contrast with the green of the vines.

The vine spirits seemed to feel pain; they recoiled for a moment, then launched an even more frenzied attack. Ling Xiao nimbly dodged, searching for the spirits' weaknesses. He noticed that although the vines were ubiquitous, they all seemed to be connected to a massive tree trunk, the source of their power.

Ling Xiao decided to take action. He began running through the forest, luring the vines to pursue him. At the same time, he continuously unleashed fireballs to weaken the vines' offensive. The flames leaped and danced in the forest, as agile as sprites.

Finally, Ling Xiao found his opportunity. He gathered all his power, preparing to unleash his most powerful fire magic—Flame Storm. He raised his staff high, and the clouds in the sky began to gather, forming a massive fireball. With his incantation, the fireball descended from the sky, striking directly at the core of the tree spirit.

The fireball struck the tree trunk, triggering a violent explosion. The flames engulfed the vines, reducing them to ashes. Ling Xiao stood in the firelight, his shadow elongated by the flames, like that of a victor. However, he knew this battle was only the beginning; much more unknown awaited him in the forest.

Ling Xiao stood there, panting heavily, the embers of the flames still lingering on his staff. He looked around, making sure no vines were missed. The forest returned to silence, broken only by the occasional birdsong and the rustling of leaves in the wind. He knew this victory was only temporary; the roots of the vine spirits had not been completely eradicated, and they might rise again.

He began searching through the ruins, hoping to find clues to the origins of these tree spirits. Beside a patch of charred tree roots, he discovered a strange symbol, seemingly an ancient magical mark. Ling Xiao carefully wrote it down, as it might be the key to understanding the secrets of this forest.

As time passed, Ling Xiao felt his strength gradually returning. He decided to set up a camp in this area to better study the tree spirits and prepare for possible future encounters. He gathered some dry wood and lit a campfire with fire magic; the warm light danced in the darkness, offering him a sliver of comfort.

As night fell, Ling Xiao sat by the campfire, toying with the strange symbol in his hand. He closed his eyes and began to meditate, trying to sense the magical energy contained within the symbol. As he focused, the symbol began to glow, a warm power flowed into his body, and his consciousness gradually blurred, as if he were being transported into an ancient memory.

In that memory, he saw an ancient civilization that worshipped nature and lived in harmony with the forest. However, as time passed, some greedy magicians began to abuse the power of nature, causing the forest to rage, and the vine spirits were a product of that rage. Ling Xiao realized that to completely solve this problem, he had to find the relics left behind by those ancient magicians and lift the curse on the forest.

When Ling Xiao awoke from his meditation, it was already dawn. He stood up, determined to continue deeper into the forest in search of the ruins. He knew the path wouldn't be easy, but his resolve had never been stronger. He packed his belongings, extinguished the campfire, and embarked on his new journey.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the oxygen in the air seemed to burn in his lungs, transforming into magical energy. His fingers gently touched the gem on his staff, feeling the intense heat it contained. He began to chant softly, the incantation ancient and mysterious, each syllable seeming to be extracted from the heart of a flame.

As the incantation continued, the surrounding temperature began to rise, and the leaves rustled as if in response to his call. At the tip of Lingxiao's staff, the red gem shone brighter and brighter, eventually becoming as dazzling as a miniature sun. A halo formed around him, and the flames within it, as if alive, slowly rotated, awaiting his command.

Ling Xiao opened his eyes, the flames reflected in his pupils. He pointed forward, and a blazing beam of light shot from the gem at the tip of his staff, striking the core of the vine spirit. The beam of fire pierced through the vines, cleaving them in two like a sword. The moment the fire touched the spirit, a massive explosion erupted, the flames spreading like a flood, engulfing everything around them.

The vine spirits screamed in agony, trying to extinguish the flames with their vines, but the flames seemed to have a will of their own; they leaped across the vines, even spreading up to the spirit's body. The spirit's body began to burn, and from the flames came the sound of trees cracking—the sound of life ending.

Ling Xiao didn't stop; he continued chanting, his staff tracing intricate paths in the air, each swing accompanied by a new beam of fire. These beams intertwined in the air, forming a net of flames that firmly bound the vine spirit. The net of flames began to shrink, and the vine spirit struggled within it, but could not escape the fiery restraints.

Ling Xiao felt his magical energy rapidly depleting. He had to precisely control every ounce of power to ensure the flames wouldn't spiral out of control. He concentrated, channeling his willpower into the flames, making them more precise and fierce. Under his control, the flames, like a well-trained hunting dog, relentlessly pursued the vine spirit's every move, giving it no chance to breathe.

As the battle progressed, Ling Xiao's fire magic reached its climax. He raised his staff high, his entire body enveloped in the glow of flames, as if he had become the embodiment of fire. He roared, concentrating all his power into the staff, and then swung it downwards with tremendous force. A massive pillar of fire descended from the sky, striking the core of the vine spirit. The pillar of fire spun like a tornado, engulfing everything around it.

The vine spirits struggled in the fiery tornadoes, their screams gradually diminishing and eventually disappearing. The fiery tornadoes lasted for several minutes before slowly dissipating, revealing a patch of scorched earth. The vine spirits had been completely annihilated, leaving only some charred remains.

Ling Xiao lowered his staff, feeling a wave of exhaustion. Looking at the scene before him, he felt both the joy of victory and awe of the forces of nature. He knew that while fire magic was powerful, it had to be used with extreme caution, for its power was so immense that if it went out of control, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He began searching the scorched earth, hoping to find some clues about the vine spirit. He carefully turned over the ashes, looking for any possible traces of magic. Beside a patch of charred tree roots, he discovered a strange symbol, seemingly an ancient magical mark. Ling Xiao carefully noted it down; it might be the key to understanding the secrets of this forest.

As time passed, Ling Xiao felt his strength gradually returning. He decided to set up a camp in this area to better study the tree spirits and prepare for possible future encounters. He gathered some dry wood and lit a campfire with fire magic; the warm light danced in the darkness, offering him a sliver of comfort.

As night fell, Ling Xiao sat by the campfire, toying with the strange symbol in his hand. He closed his eyes and began to meditate, trying to sense the magical energy contained within the symbol. As he focused, the symbol began to glow, a warm power flowed into his body, and his consciousness gradually blurred, as if he were being transported into an ancient memory.

In that memory, he saw an ancient civilization that worshipped nature and lived in harmony with the forest. However, as time passed, some greedy magicians began to abuse the power of nature, causing the forest to rage, and the vine spirits were a product of that rage. Ling Xiao realized that to completely solve this problem, he had to find the relics left behind by those ancient magicians and lift the curse on the forest.

When Ling Xiao awoke from his meditation, it was already dawn. He stood up, determined to continue deeper into the forest in search of the ruins. He knew the path wouldn't be easy, but his resolve had never been stronger. He packed his belongings, extinguished the campfire, and embarked on his new journey.

Ling Xiao stood in the center of the battlefield, his gaze firm and focused, the staff in his hand trembling slightly, as if resonating with his inner state. His opponent, the vine spirit, had completely surrounded him, its green vines dancing in the air like giant snakes, searching for an opportunity to attack. Ling Xiao knew he had to precisely control every fire spell, otherwise he would not only fail to defeat his enemy but might also harm innocent bystanders.

He took a deep breath, synchronizing his heartbeat with the rhythm of the flames he was about to unleash. At the tip of his staff, a crystal-clear red gem began to glow—a magic amplifier he had obtained from an ancient fire spirit, capable of elevating his fire magic to a new level.

Ling Xiao began to chant softly, the incantation ancient and mysterious, each syllable seeming to be extracted from the heart of a flame. As the incantation continued, the surrounding temperature began to rise, and the leaves rustled as if in response to his call. At the tip of his staff, the red gem shone brighter and brighter, eventually becoming as dazzling as a miniature sun.

Ling Xiao opened his eyes, the flames reflected in his pupils. He pointed forward, and a blazing beam of light shot from the gem at the tip of his staff, striking the core of the vine spirit. The beam of fire pierced through the vines, cleaving them in two like a sword. The moment the fire touched the spirit, a massive explosion erupted, the flames spreading like a flood, engulfing everything around them.

But Ling Xiao didn't stop. He had to control the flames, ensuring they didn't get out of control. He concentrated, channeling his willpower into the flames, making them more precise and fierce. Under his control, the flames, like a well-trained hunting dog, chased after the vine spirit's every move, giving it no chance to breathe.

Each swing of Ling Xiao's sword was accompanied by a new beam of fire. These beams intertwined in the air, forming a net of flames that firmly bound the vine spirit. The net of flames began to shrink, and the vine spirit struggled within it, but could not escape the fiery restraints. Ling Xiao's control had reached its peak; he could even feel the trembling of each vine and the leaping of each flame.

As the battle progressed, Ling Xiao's fire magic reached its climax. He raised his staff high, his entire body enveloped in the glow of flames, as if he had become the embodiment of fire. He roared, concentrating all his power into the staff, and then swung it downwards with tremendous force. A massive pillar of fire descended from the sky, striking the core of the vine spirit. The pillar of fire spun like a tornado, engulfing everything around it.

The vine spirits struggled in the fiery tornadoes, their screams gradually diminishing and eventually disappearing. The fiery tornadoes lasted for several minutes before slowly dissipating, revealing a patch of scorched earth. The vine spirits had been completely annihilated, leaving only some charred remains.

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Ling Xiao lowered his staff, feeling a wave of exhaustion. Looking at the scene before him, he felt both the joy of victory and awe of the forces of nature. He knew that while fire magic was powerful, it had to be used with extreme caution, for its power was so immense that if it went out of control, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Mutant Ominous Copper Coin: Source of Calamity

Cursed Silver Coins Mysterious Realm

The filthy species suffers the abyss of gold coins.

The three levels correspond one-to-one.

Mutants are monsters that mutate after being corrupted by the abyss's aura. They are the most numerous and widespread, powerless to resist change, yet not valued by the abyss, and mutate on their own.

The Bizarre Species are bizarre beings formed from the remnants of primal energy that struggle against the abyss.

The corrupted species are not only ultimately corrupted by the former two, but are also chosen by other abysses.

Common, Elite, Leader, Overlord, Progenitor

[Trigger Quest: Axia's Battle of Wits!]

[Axia's Spell Challenge (To be accepted)]

[Note: Aksia, who grew up in Alan Town, is unaware that she possesses the bloodline of the Ice Spirit Clan, but her talent in magic, especially ice magic, has already begun to shine! As an outsider who has gained Sat's approval, are you confident that you can defeat this proud young woman in a magic duel?]

[Content: Learn and successfully cast the three ice spells demonstrated by Aksia (Ice Spike Trap, Ice Crystal Shield, and Thousand Cold Lights) [0/3]; Achieve perfect casting of one of them; Achieve perfect casting of two of them...]

[Rewards: Tier 2 Experience Group*?; Excellent Status [Ice Element Affinity]; Axia's Limited Talent [Frosty Radiance]]

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