Cultivation: I can see the proficiency level

The sun hangs high in the sky.

Inside Wanxiang Valley, Bai Jiuniang, having washed the dishes and tidied the kitchen, lay on the huge granite rock as usual, the blazing sun overhead, absorbing the fine rays of sunlight into her demonic body.

It appeared to be resting, but in reality it was cultivating. The essence of those days was eventually absorbed as strands of demonic power.

As usual, Jiang Hao sat cross-legged under the budding Chinese tallow tree to cultivate, but Bai Jiuniang could sense that Jiang Hao had become increasingly anxious and uneasy recently.

During mealtime, he worried that his master was hungry.

When drinking water, I worried that my master was thirsty.

In his spare time, he worried about whether his master was alive or dead.

When he rests at night, he dreams that Tiegu Sou is wrapped up like a dumpling and made into a pie, and is fed to him by Bian Shi.

In contrast, Wang Mian practiced swordsmanship all day long. Not only was he not anxious or restless, but he became increasingly profound, as if he was about to undergo a transformation after a period of deep reflection.

This day.

Suddenly.

a moment.

A sudden, deadly sense of threat made Bai Jiuniang open her eyes instantly, quickly get up, her snow-white fur bristling, and a torrent of demonic power poured out, covering her body in a thick layer.

The sudden sense of threat made it instinctively shift its gaze, searching for Wang Mian's figure.

Turning his head, he saw Wang Mian holding the Jinghong Sword not far away, casually, simply, and lightly slashing out with a sword. There was no sword light, only specks of sword energy flying out.

Yet, that simple sword strike seemed to unfold like a scroll painting, with a sense of spring slowly unfolding, creating a scene as natural as a painting.

Full of life, everything is flourishing.

Bai Jiuniang felt as if spring itself had been contained within the sword. Wang Mian casually swung the longsword, and it was as if the entire spring was rushing towards her.

Although she didn't understand, she could sense the extreme danger hidden within that beauty and splendor, just as the most beautiful monsters often possess deadly poison.

Bai Jiuniang could sense that Wang Mian's sword energy was different from before; it had changed, mixed with something she didn't understand at all, making it much, much more dangerous.

There are many pine forests and pools, plus several bamboo groves.

As a demon beast with amazing eyesight, Bai Jiuniang saw the distant, scattered sword energies crashing into tree trunks, into streams, onto boulders, and onto mounds of earth.

Then.

The tree trunk shattered into powder, the stream surged with waves, the boulder was instantly pierced, and the mound of earth exploded with a deafening roar.

Everything happened in an instant.

The explosions continued, leaving the area around Wang Mian in ruins. Trees shattered and fell one after another, and honeycomb-like holes silently appeared in boulders. Waves of water splashed up several feet high, and the ground was riddled with craters.

Standing next to Bai Jiuniang, Jiang Hao stared blankly at everything, his mouth agape unconsciously, his face vacant and his eyes filled with horror.

The older brother, with whom he had grown up wearing open-crotch pants, suddenly seemed like a stranger, as if he had become a different person.

when?

Brother Wang's sword strike possessed such immense power?

"Damn it, what kind of sword technique is this?" Jiang Hao took a long time to recover.

If he were facing Wang Mian, he would probably have countless holes in his body by now, or he might have been cut into hundreds of pieces. In short, he would definitely be dead.

Half a month ago, I watched Wang Mian practice his sword. Although his sword moves were all quite powerful, none of them were as powerful as this move.

I'm afraid even those at the fourth or fifth level of Qi Refining might not be able to withstand such a powerful sword move.

In the central area, which was completely destroyed, Wang Mian stood still, looking around with an uncontrollable smile on his face.

Sword intent.

Qingyang, Zhuming, Sushang, Xuanying.

That sword strike just now contained the Azure Sun Sword Intent. Once the sword intent was unleashed, it directly increased the power of the sword move several times over.

This technique is extremely energy-consuming; a single sword strike drains more than half of one's mana.

"Four Seasons Sword Technique"

Wang Mian, having sheathed his longsword, walked over with a smile, ruffled Bai Jiuniang's hair, and then said to Jiang Hao, "I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back later. You can focus on your cultivation in the valley."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Hao shook his head.

Wang Mian is clearly the kind of person who gets into trouble the stronger he is. Who knows if he will go and slaughter the Bian family again now that his swordsmanship has broken through and his combat power has increased dramatically?

It was impossible for the Bian clan to continue to tolerate Tiegu Sou after their clansmen had been killed one after another.

They'll just kill Ironbone Old Man too.

"Brother Jiang, don't worry, I'm going to the wild market." Wang Mian patted him on the shoulder to assure him, then took out a mother-child teleportation talisman and handed it to Jiang Hao: "If I return late, just send me a message."

Knowing what he was worried about, Wang Mian would not act rashly, lest he implicate Tie Gu Sou.

Hua Gu hasn't returned for half a month, but she should be back soon. He just went out to the market to buy some things. He emptied his storage bag in the last battle with Bian Zemin.

After persuading Jiang Hao, Wang Mian and Bai Jiuniang left Wanxiang Valley and headed towards Nanlu Market.

air.

On Bai Jiuniang's back, Wang Mian swallowed a Yellow Dragon Pill to restore his mana, preparing to recover half of the mana he had consumed with a sword intent attack. He closed his eyes to digest the pill.

In my mind, the golden emblem shone brightly.

[Nine Talismans Scripture: Drawing seventy low-grade talismans is sufficient for beginners, with a success rate of 33%.]

[Nine Talismans Scripture: Drawing one hundred mid-grade talismans is sufficient for beginners, with a success rate of 33%.]

[Mastery of the Dust-Covering Technique: After diligently practicing eight hundred times, the spell will be perfected, granting the ability to transform into other forms.]

[Having mastered the Four Seasons Sword Technique, one gains access to the sword energy and intent of all four seasons.]

Drawing talismans is no easy task. Although Wang Mian practices diligently, he can only complete two talismans a day now, and sometimes only one. Accumulating them is very mentally and physically exhausting.

He hadn't practiced the Dust Concealing Technique much, and his progress was minimal. However, he had mastered the Four Seasons Sword Technique, his main skill, to perfection in one go. He had grasped the sword intent, and its power was immense.

His cultivation level could not be improved; apart from drawing talismans, there was almost no way to advance further.

Bai Jiuniang flew him all the way to Yeshi.

Wang Mian re-entered Feihong Tower.

He was greeted by the same old, frail-looking shopkeeper who, after inquiring about Wang Mian's thoughts, brought out several wooden boxes.

"Kui Lei Zi, priced at eighty spirit stones each."

"Heavenly Sword Talisman, priced at seventy spirit stones each."

"Thunder Seal Talisman, priced at sixty spirit stones each."

"Earth Escape Talisman, priced at fifty spirit stones each."

"Bone-Rotting Powder, Blood-Burning Powder, Yama's Decree... Priced at forty spirit stones per unit."

After opening all the boxes, the old shopkeeper smiled and asked him, "Presented to you in response to your request. You may take your time to consider and decide what you need."

Wang Mian glanced at the items on the table and carefully picked up two Kui Thunder Bombs. Fire Thunder Bombs were useful, and Yin Thunder Bombs were also useful. Although they were both expensive, they were extremely effective.

Each Kui Thunder Stone is worth eighty spirit stones, so its effect should be even better. After buying two more powerful mid-grade talismans and some other odds and ends, Wang Mian finally finished his shopping.

Spirit stones are inanimate objects, while people are living beings.

The greatest tragedy for a cultivator is to perish before they have used up all their spirit stones.

"Fellow Daoist, this is 450 spirit stones. I am grateful for your patronage of my Flying Rainbow Pavilion business, so I will make it 438 spirit stones, for good luck." The old shopkeeper finished calculating the bill and immediately offered a large sum of money.

In the cultivation world, the number four is considered unlucky, while the numbers six and eight are considered auspicious.

"Then thank you very much, shopkeeper, for saving me a lot of spirit stones." Wang Mian was heartbroken and took several breaths to take out the spirit stones. After this purchase, the more than 600 spirit stones he originally had were instantly reduced by more than half.

Now that there are less than two hundred spirit stones left, the insecurity of lacking spirit stones has surged up again.

I don't know when I developed this bad habit: once I have less than two hundred spirit stones, I feel that I don't have enough to support my cultivation.

"Fellow Daoist, you're too kind. Please come again in the future." The old shopkeeper grew to like Wang Mian more and more. Every time he came, he would discuss big business deals, often involving hundreds or even thousands of spirit stones.

Such cultivators are few and far between on Mount Luopo.

His purchases consisted entirely of things that could kill people; who knows which family will be in trouble?

After packing his purchases into his storage bag, Wang Mian took his leave. The old shopkeeper didn't try to keep him, but said before he left, "The path to immortality is long, fellow Daoist, take care."

Seemingly understanding the old shopkeeper's unspoken meaning, Wang Mian bowed respectfully before leaving the market.

After leaving the market, Bai Jiuniang turned her head to look at him, as if asking where they were going.

Wang Mian took out a communication talisman and sent a message to Jiang Hao: "I'm going to Fenglei Valley to check the situation. If Senior Hua Gu returns, please let me know. I'll be back later."

Bai Jiuniang knows where she went.

It carried the king's crown, soared into the air, transformed into a white light, and headed towards Wind and Thunder Valley.