Cultivation begins with earning spirit stones

Chapter 11 Enhancement Spells

Chen Mingyuan stared at him for a long time, but in the end he didn't ask any questions. He just nodded and said, "This spirit ginseng can be exchanged for 450 contribution points. After deducting 300 points for spell fees, you'll have 150 points left. I suggest you exchange it for a Breath Concealment Technique."

"I'll listen to my uncle." Zhang Lin nodded; this was already part of his plan.

Chen Mingyuan took a yellowed book from under the counter and pushed it in front of Zhang Lin.

"You cannot take the spells out of the library. Copy one here and take it with you, or memorize it."

Zhang Lin nodded, picked up the booklet, sat down at the desk, ground ink and laid out paper, and began to copy it stroke by stroke.

His handwriting wasn't particularly good, but it was neat and each stroke was clear.

After copying for about half an hour, I finally finished copying the entire book on Wind Control Technique and Breath Concealment Technique.

Zhang Lin tucked the copy into his robes, stood up, bowed to Chen Mingyuan in thanks, and turned to leave the Sutra Repository.

Back in his room, Zhang Lin closed the door, sat cross-legged on the futon, and began to study the scroll on the art of wind manipulation carefully.

A moment later, Zhang Lin summoned the system screen and his gaze fell on the newly appeared entry.

"Wind Control Technique (Learned): Tier 1 spell. Can be enhanced, consumes 12 spirit stones. Enhancement effect: Spell rank is increased to Tier 3, two new random variations are added."

From the first tier to the third tier, including the wind-riding ability that comes with the first tier, there are three different transformations.

Zhang Lin took a deep breath, counted out twelve spirit stones from his cloth bag, and placed them in front of him.

There are only eight spirit stones left.

But he did not hesitate.

"Enhance the Wind Control Technique."

The system light screen flickered slightly.

"Consuming twelve low-grade spirit stones, the Wind Control Technique is being upgraded. The current rank is 1st grade, 3rd level. New changes: Wind Wall Protection, Invisible Wind Blade."

Before he finished speaking, a mysterious feeling surged up from the depths of his consciousness.

Unlike the feeling of reinterpreting scriptures when strengthening techniques, this time it was more like a pair of hands opening an invisible scroll in his mind, disassembling every picture and every word of the Wind Control Technique, recombining them, and integrating them into his instincts.

wind.

He felt the wind.

It wasn't the mountain breeze blowing in from outside the window, but a more subtle and essential wind.

The air currents that are omnipresent in the world are formless and intangible, yet they contain an inexplicable and indescribable power.

The air currents seeped in through the cracks in the doors and windows, passed through the textures of the walls, surged in from every corner, swirled around him, and converged and flowed.

Zhang Lin closed his eyes, immersing himself in the moment.

First-order transformation: Riding the wind.

His true energy was released outwards, resonating with the airflow around him. Like a fish in water or a bird riding the wind, his body became light, as if it were a feather, which could be lifted up by a gentle breeze.

This is not a simple increase in speed, but a fundamental understanding of the wind. He is not running in the wind, but becoming a part of the wind.

Second-order change: Wind wall protection.

True energy condenses into an invisible barrier, surrounding the body like an impregnable fortress, capable of blocking flying arrows and resisting magical spells.

The wind wall is not stationary, but rotates at a high speed at a specific frequency. Any foreign object that tries to penetrate it will be deflected by the rotating airflow and bounced away.

Third-order transformation: Wind Blade Without Form.

True energy is compressed into a blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, as fast as lightning, invisible and without a trace, killing without a sound.

The terrifying aspect of the wind blade lies not in its power, but in its unpredictability. It has no light, no sound, and no fluctuations of true energy. Only when it slices through the throat will one feel its icy chill.

Zhang Lin opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

He raised his right hand, and with a slight thought, a wisp of air swirled and condensed in his palm, transforming into a transparent blade almost invisible to the naked eye, as thin as a cicada's wing, trembling slightly in the air.

Wind Blade.

He casually waved his hand, and a wind blade shot out silently, slicing through the black pottery medicine jar in the room.

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A soft sound, like a sharp blade cutting through paper.

The half-person-high black pottery medicine pot was neatly split in two. The upper half slid off and hit the ground with a dull thud. The broken surface was as smooth as a mirror, without a single burr.

Zhang Lin gasped.

This is the power of a third-tier spell.

He had only used 30% of his strength and hadn't poured his full inner energy into it, yet he was still able to easily cut open the thick pottery jar.

If used at full power, this wind blade could easily cleave the house in two.

What's even more terrifying is the stealth of the wind blades.

There was no light, no sound, and no obvious fluctuation of true energy. The opponent didn't even know where the attack came from before being hit.

This is the truly terrifying aspect of the third level of the Wind Control Technique: not its power, but its undefendable and unpredictable nature.

Zhang Lin slowly lowered his right hand, and the wind blades dissipated, turning into a wisp of breeze.

He looked down at the two halves of the medicine pot on the ground, remained silent for a moment, got up and cleaned them up, wrapped the pieces in a cloth and stuffed them under the bed.

In the following days, Zhang Lin spent his time meditating and cultivating, practicing the Wind Control Technique and the Breath Concealment Technique.

"Concealing Breath Technique (Learned): First-tier spell. Can be enhanced, consumes twelve spirit stones. Enhancement effect: Spell rank is increased to third tier, and two new variations are randomly added."

Currently, the Breath Concealment Technique only has the function of concealing Qi, and there are only eight spirit stones left, which is not enough to strengthen it.

By the third day of practicing the Wind Control Technique, Zhang Lin was able to control it at will.

The wind blade condenses in the palm of the hand and is launched with the slightest thought, silent and swift as a startled swan.

He found a few fallen leaves in the yard, and with a casual wave of his hand, the wind blade sliced ​​the leaves in two neatly, the cut surfaces as smooth as mirrors, even more swift than a knife cut.

The wind wall protecting the body is even more mysterious.

It can form an invisible airflow barrier around its body, which circulates at high speed. Zhang Lin tried to stab it with an iron sword, but the tip of the sword was bounced back by a flexible force when it touched the wind wall, and it could not be pierced.

Of course, he didn't use his full strength, but he was quite satisfied with the defensive power of the wind wall.

The Breath Concealment Technique is only at the first level, which can only conceal one's aura and make one's cultivation level appear to be one or two levels lower than it actually is.

Zhang Lin tried to suppress his mid-stage Qi Refining aura to the early stage level. Qi Yuntian brushed past him without noticing anything amiss.

"That's enough."

On this morning, Zhang Lin stood in the courtyard, the morning breeze caressing his face, his Taoist robe fluttering in the wind.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze passing over the layered mountains and looking toward Qingyun Town, his eyes calm and serene.

The matter of the Black Wind Society should be settled.

Rather than passively taking a beating, it's better to take the initiative.

Zhang Lin turned and went back to his room, taking out the wooden box from under the bed. Inside were the newly acquired ginseng and several stalks of spirit orchid.

He pushed open the door and was about to go down the mountain when he saw Qi Yuntian standing under the eaves, holding a bowl of porridge in his hand, looking at him.

"Are we going down the mountain?" Qi Yuntian asked.

"Yes."

"Go and resolve that problem?"

Zhang Lin glanced at him but did not deny it.

Qi Yuntian remained silent for a moment, then placed the bowl of porridge on the railing, took out a yellow talisman from his sleeve, and handed it over.

"This is a communication talisman from the temple. It can emit a signal when infused with true energy. If your life is in danger, use it, and I will bring people to meet you."

Zhang Lin took the communication talisman. It felt warm and smooth to the touch, with several fine lines engraved on it and a faint spiritual light flowing through it.

He felt a warmth in his heart and cupped his hands in thanks, saying, "Thank you, Senior Brother Qi."

Qi Yuntian waved his hand, said nothing more, picked up the bowl of porridge, and turned to leave.