On the path to immortality, I can see destiny.

The next morning, the three disciples arrived on time and brought Zhao Fan some spirit rice porridge.

Zhao Fan didn't stand on ceremony and drank the spirit rice porridge in one gulp.

He then told the three of them to continue reading in the courtyard while he himself got up and went to the library.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated along the road, and the spiritual energy of Fuling Mountain appeared exceptionally moist in the morning light.

Zhao Fan pondered in his heart that with his current Qi Refining Level 5 cultivation and his own spiritual root attributes, he was actually quite suitable for cultivating some powerful spells.

His biggest weakness right now is his ability to attack with magical techniques.

Although the Golden Marrow Thorn is sharp, it is an external object. Moreover, having more skills is never a burden. In future battles with others, knowing more spells will increase one's chances of winning.

In front of the library, an old man sat in a rattan chair by the door, resting with his eyes closed. On the wooden table in front of him was a pot of tea.

Sensing Zhao Fan's arrival, he slightly raised his eyelids.

"Young friend, you've come so early. Is there something you wish to exchange?"

Zhao Fan clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.

"Good morning, fellow Daoist. I do have some ideas and would like to find one or two mid-level techniques for self-defense, but I am not very familiar with the collection in the pavilion. I would appreciate your guidance."

"Intermediate-level spells..."

Sixth Uncle sat up straight, stroked his gray beard, and spoke after a moment's thought.

"With your Qi Refining Level 5 cultivation, your spiritual power can still support the casting of mid-level spells several times."

"Come with me."

After saying that, he got up and led Zhao Fan into the Sutra Repository.

Upon entering the second floor, guided by the old man, Zhao Fan headed straight for the bookshelves.

His gaze swept past the basic spells like "Fireball" and "Water Arrow," and landed on the area marked "Intermediate."

There are only a dozen or so books here, far fewer than those in the category of cultivation techniques, but it is enough to show the Su family's profound knowledge and resources.

"It's all here, fellow Daoist. You can look at it yourself. If you decide which book to learn, you can tell me."

The old man spoke softly.

Zhao Fan nodded silently, his eyes lingering on several intermediate-level spellbooks.

The first thing that catches the eye is Pyroblast, a spell evolved from Fireball.

Once mastered, it can condense fire into a snake, which, upon hitting its target, will cause an extremely powerful explosion.

After reading the introduction, Zhao Fan looked at another book.

This technique is called Flowing Fire Robe. It can draw upon fire elemental power to cover the entire body, forming a flowing fire armor that has both defensive and burn effects on nearby enemies.

There are only these two books on fire magic.

Zhao Fan was unsure, so he put it aside for the time being and looked at other spells.

There weren't many intermediate-level spells. Apart from the two types of spells that he couldn't cultivate, Zhao Fan quickly finished reading the rest of the spells.

After hesitating for a long time, Zhao Fan chose the Fireball Technique and a metal-attribute spell, the Golden Spirit Shield.

Looking at the two spells, the old man nodded slightly.

"Great, one offensive and one defensive, just right for you."

Zhao Fan nodded slightly and asked.

"How much contribution is required for these two spellbooks?"

The old man responded after hearing this.

"Each spell requires twenty contribution points."

Zhao Fan nodded, then continued to ask questions.

"How will the contribution points be deducted? Are any tokens or similar items required?"

The old man shook his head and said with some helplessness.

"For those large families and sects, of course it would be necessary, but the Su family is only a first-class family, so we will keep things simple. All you need is your signature."

After saying that, the old man took out something that looked like an account book and turned to the page that belonged to Zhao Fan.

After writing down the deduction of forty contribution points, he had Zhao Fan sign his name.

After signing, Zhao Fan thanked them again, and with a touch of excitement, quickly returned to his small courtyard.

He couldn't wait to find out what the secrets of these two techniques, which he had acquired at a "huge price," were.

After closing the door to the training room, Zhao Fan first picked up the book on Fire Explosion Technique.

After Zhao Fan finished reading the book, he roughly understood how to cast the Fireball Technique.

However, it takes a long time of practice to successfully execute it.

Putting the book down for the moment, Zhao Fan started reading another book, Golden Spirit Shield.

The two techniques, one offensive and one defensive, complement each other perfectly, and Zhao Fan was quite satisfied with his choice.

After reading it, he did not rush to try to cultivate it immediately. Instead, he first memorized the key points of cultivation, the route of spiritual power circulation, and the hand seals and mental techniques of the two techniques.

After finishing all this, it was already afternoon. Zhao Fan let out a long sigh of relief, his eyes sparkling with eager anticipation.

He first tried the Golden Spirit Shield, mobilizing the metal elemental spiritual power in his dantian according to the incantation. As the spell followed its path, a faint golden light gradually appeared on Zhao Fan's body.

However, being unfamiliar with the operating path, the results were poor since it was the first time it was used.

This golden light couldn't even withstand other people's attacks; Zhao Fan simply punctured it with a forceful poke.

Subsequently, the entire spell vanished completely.

Undeterred, Zhao Fan carefully examined the flow of spiritual energy he had just experienced and tried again.

After three attempts, Zhao Fan was finally able to circulate his spiritual energy completely once.

As his spiritual power increased, the golden light surrounding Zhao Fan became increasingly solid.

Zhao Fan tried again, only to find that this layer of golden light was as hard as iron and stone, and no matter how hard Zhao Fan tried, he could not budge it in the slightest.

Then, Zhao Fan summoned the Golden Marrow Thorn and tested it.

Unfortunately, this layer of golden light was easily pierced.

Zhao Fan dispersed his spiritual power and sighed inwardly.

Spells and magical artifacts are different; the strength of a magical artifact is determined once it is forged.

The strength of a spell depends entirely on practice; the more proficient one is, the stronger the spell becomes.

After a short rest, he began to study the Fireball Technique again.

The key to this technique lies in two points: first, it requires agile control; second, it requires mastering the degree of the technique.

He extended his right index finger, carefully guiding the fire elemental energy to gather at his fingertip.

At first, only a small, flickering flame could be formed. He held his breath and focused his mind, continuing to pour in spiritual energy according to the method.

"laugh……"

A small, red snake, slightly thicker than a hair, about a foot long, and extremely unstable, suddenly darted out from the fingertip, struck the ground, leaving only a shallow pit and some scorch marks before disappearing.

Its power is far less than described, and its spiritual energy dissipates significantly.

"It seems it's not that simple. The fire serpent exploded before it even hit its target, wasting all its power."

Zhao Fan frowned, reviewing the situation in his mind.

This is even more difficult than the Golden Spirit Shield, requiring extremely strong microscopic control over fire elemental power.

He repeatedly recalled the descriptions in the book and tried them again and again.

As the sun set and the cultivation room was bathed in its red glow, Zhao Fan finally stopped, exhausted both spiritually and mentally.

At this moment, he could barely shoot out a relatively stable crimson snake, which could leave a dent in the bluestone slab, but he was still far from mastering it.

Even so, Zhao Fan was already satisfied.

After all, cultivation is not something that can be accomplished in a day. Once you have a clear direction and a feasible method, the rest is just a matter of patience and perseverance.

In the days that followed, Zhao Fan's life began to become more regular.

During the day, he guides his three apprentices in identifying medicinal herbs and occasionally demonstrates some basic processing techniques. The rest of the time, he immerses himself in the practice of two new techniques.

He had to admit that he was initially puzzled by the fact that there was a daily limit to cultivation and that the requirement for spiritual energy was so high.

Now he fully understands that, just like when he practices magic, with the spirit rice porridge and a large amount of spiritual energy, his recovery speed is extremely fast, and he can practice magic for a long time in a day.