The Great Sage Of Humanity Chapter 98
byThe previous battle with Dong Shuye made him feel powerless. Faced with the crushing of high-level monks, it was difficult for low-level monks to survive.
But if he had had a defensive spiritual weapon at that time, he might not have been so miserable. The guardian spirit pattern was easy to use, but it consumed too much spiritual energy.
This small bell spiritual weapon is undoubtedly a good defensive spiritual weapon, so Lu Ye wanted to take it as his own, but after he got the small bell, he tried to activate its power. Unfortunately, it was difficult for this thing to accept external spiritual power. When Lu Ye activated the spiritual power to pour it into it, he was obviously repelled by some force.
It feels like opening a storage bag that doesn’t belong to you.
So Lu Ye guessed whether this thing also had a prohibition lock.
He did not dare to continue blindly trying, because when he was in Qingyun Mountain, he had tried to open a storage bag, but the restriction was triggered, and the storage bag was completely destroyed.
It would be a pity if a low-level monk’s storage bag was destroyed, but it would be a big loss if this small bell spiritual weapon was destroyed.
The old monk glanced at Lu Ye with a strange expression, reached out and took the small bell spiritual weapon, inspected it briefly, and then handed it back.
Lu Ye looked at him in confusion.
The old monk picked up the teapot on the side and took a sip, then said slowly: “Is this a casual cultivator?”
How can this be seen?
Following his words, he said, “Yes.”
The old monk nodded: “It’s not easy to practice casual cultivation, but for the sake of your cheerfulness, I will teach you a good lesson.” He pointed to the small bell spiritual weapon in Lu Ye’s hand, “The spiritual weapon and the storage bag are different. Every restriction in the spiritual weapon is extremely important. It is related to the quality of the spiritual weapon, so under normal circumstances,, there will be no restrictions in the spiritual weapon that will lead to self-destruction, because that will reduce the power of the spiritual weapon itself, especially when the quality of the spiritual weapon is not high. Although your spiritual weapon is not yet a middle-grade spiritual weapon, it is also a top-notch spiritual weapon among low-grade ones. The restrictions in it are basically protective. So, you understand.”
Lu Ye understood his words carefully and vaguely responded: “Sir, what you mean is that this spiritual weapon does not have a prohibition lock?”
The old monk chuckled: “The so-called restraint lock is just a name. The restraint itself is an invisible lock. However, if some restraints are not unlocked in a clever way, they will cause some unpredictable consequences, such as fragmentation, self-immolation, etc., but most of themRestrictions do not have this characteristic, just like the spiritual weapon in your hand. You only need to slowly soak into the restrictions with your own spiritual power and moisten them, and you will naturally be able to use it like a finger.The reason why you can’t use it now is because the traces left by the previous owner remain.”
Lu Ye was stunned, and then realized that he had made a mistake.
After he got the little bell weapon, he gave up after trying it briefly, mainly because he was afraid of making the same mistake again, but now it seems that he gave up too early.
This spiritual weapon originally belonged to the young master of the Nine Star Sect. He had to nourish it with his own spiritual power. The various restrictions inside left traces of him, so Lu Ye naturally couldn’t activate it.
But if he erases those traces and nourishes it with his own spiritual power, he can make this thing his own.
If the restriction inside the spiritual weapon is compared to a lock, then the monk’s spiritual power is the key. When the Nine Star Sect’s young master died and the key was lost, Lu Ye used his own spiritual power to re-key the spiritual weapon.
Suddenly enlightened…
“Thank you sir.” Lu Ye stood up and thanked him.
The old monk just waved his hand, picked up the tea and drank it slowly.
After leaving the Tianji Merchant Alliance, Lu Ye took the young master’s storage bag and looked through it. He rummaged through it and found more than 30 spirit-accumulating pills, more than 20 spirit stones, several bottles of pills that Lu Ye could not recognize, and some messy things, such as women’s clothes…
Those clothes were extremely thin and cool, and the materials were sparse. Lu Ye could only sigh with emotion, this young master really knows how to play.
What you get is not much, but it’s not a loss either.
Now he has more than 350 spirit-accumulating pills, but unfortunately only the last six largest pieces of Yuanci Mine are left. Lu Ye can’t help but feel a little melancholy. He originally thought that these Yuanci Mines would be enough for him to cultivate to the ninth level of Lingxi, but now it seems that he is really overthinking.
After walking through several chaotic streets, we came to the corner of Fangshi.
The screams immediately reached his ears. Lu Ye looked over and saw a simple tent set up there. There were several beds in the tent. On one of the beds, the burly Kong Niu was holding down a struggling male cultivator. Hua Ci was wearing aHe was wearing a turban, and his hands were slapping the male cultivator’s abdomen at a dizzying speed. With each slap, the man screamed, and occasionally a bloody arrow would fly out from the wound on his abdomen. The blood was not the normal bright red, but a bit black.
It seems like this guy was poisoned…
This is Hua Ci’s designated medical treatment center in Liusufang. Many seriously injured Haotian League monks come to her for treatment. Business is obviously good today, because there are several disabled people lying on the bed waiting for treatment. They all look miserable, and they don’t know what happened to them.
Every time the male cultivator who was being treated screamed, he would shout, “Mother…”
Hua Ci’s medical skills were undoubtedly superb, but it was undeniable that this woman’s treatment methods were a bit rough. Lu Ye once again confirmed that she was the kind of woman who spoke the gentlest words and dealt the most vicious hands.
And listening to the male cultivator’s screams, Lu Ye couldn’t help but think of Hua Ci’s previous joke about the medical cultivator. It seemed that she was not talking nonsense, someone really called her mother.
“I told you not to move, not to move!” Kong Niu pressed the guy hard to prevent him from breaking away.
The male cultivator cried with tears and runny nose, and shouted: “Kill me, kill me!” The screams were so horrifying that unsuspecting people might think that some inhumane torture was being carried out here.
After a while, Hua Ci stopped her hand. At a glance, she saw Lu Ye, who was standing aside watching the excitement, and said politely: “That one over there, come and help.”
Lu Ye pointed at himself.
“Yes, that’s you!” Hua Ci wiped the blood on his hand with a piece of cotton cloth.
Lu Ye stepped forward helplessly. Hua Ci picked up a bowl of green concoction and motioned to the side: “Feed him.”
Lu Ye took the concoction, and many bad memories immediately came to mind. He raised the corners of his mouth, smiled, and walked step by step towards the monk who was being treated.
Kong Niu was still pressing down on the male cultivator at this moment. The other cultivator saw Lu Ye walking towards him step by step. For some reason, he suddenly felt extremely bad and struggled even more fiercely: “Let me go, let me go!”
Lu Ye stepped forward and stood in front of the man, smiling harmlessly: “Brother, it’s time to take medicine…”
“I don’t want it!” The male cultivator’s sense of crisis became stronger and his head shook from side to side.
Lu Ye winked at Kong Niu, and Kong Niu immediately pinched the man’s mouth. Lu Ye picked up the big bowl and poured it into it.
“I…uh lulu…want to lulu…”
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