bestfiction Chapter 387 The Black Scroll
Chapter 387 The Black Scroll
Zhong Ming's battle attracted the attention of some people.
At this moment, the two powerful figures were chatting idly.
"The students you trained at this military academy are really going too far. They almost lost a fight against more than sixty people?"
"Hmm, I didn't win. Looks like I'm in for a tough time when I get back." This powerful cultivator was a phantom, and only the person opposite him could see his face clearly.
A burly man with a red beard.
"Come on, it was one of the people Old Xiong had you keep a special watch on who did it. Looks like he's got some connections. Once he gets into military academy, he'll probably be able to compete for a spot on the list."
"Forget it, who doesn't have some skills to get into military academy? These kids are just getting in the way because they don't dare to kill anyone. If it really comes down to a fight, none of them will survive." The burly man with the red beard paused, then added, "No, at least there's a possibility of them dying together, if that kid's shells are genuine."
"The real thing? Haha, then he'll have to go to a military court. Alright, thank you for inviting me to watch this good show. I really owe you a big favor for this siege of the Zhou family. It's just a pity that we couldn't find one of the secret manuals."
"They're pushing their luck! Not only have they taken away the Zhou family's fortune, but they also want to take all their treasures? Are they going to dig up their ancestors' graves and take out their underwear?"
"It's already been scraped."
"Cough cough..."
The burly man with the red beard was speechless. This guy was really fast. Whenever it came to something involving money, he was more efficient than the Imperial Guard. It was a pity that he had no morals and could only be used as a mercenary.
"What are you looking at? How cautious am I? What if it gets out and some young genius takes it, and then seeks revenge on me in a few years? What if some member of the Zhou family has a slip of the tongue and gives birth to an illegitimate child or something? I have to be careful."
"Get lost, get lost, how many years will it take to catch up with you? You think realms are staircases, where you can jump up one step at a time?"
The powerful figure yawned and disappeared again, leaving behind the words, "You're right, I need to check if it's hidden in the graves of ordinary people."
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By this time, Zhong Ming had been scolded for several hours and had written one self-criticism after another, but his calligraphy was no different from that of a dog chewing on it. In the end, it became just a simple exercise in writing characters.
Back in his small, quiet room, he placed an array plate to isolate himself from the outside world before carefully taking the "secret manual" out of his storage stone.
Something that the spirits can eat is extremely important.
The key point is that this thing can be mass-produced and used to imprison the souls of demonic beasts as artifact spirits.
He opened the ancient scroll, and the first thing he saw was the title "Three Winds Capturing Beasts."
Zhong Ming thought this was the name of the Taoist manual, but as he flipped through the pages, he realized it wasn't. It was the name of the first chapter, followed by a series of other works such as "Taming Beasts with Three Winds" and "Refining Beasts with Three Winds".
However, the very beginning of the scroll was completely black, and it was impossible to make out what was written on it.
"Belt? Belt, can you hear me?"
Zhong Ming took out the Late Spring Cold and called out a few times, but no one responded. It seemed he could only rely on his own comprehension.
This was the first time he had comprehended a spell recorded in the form of a book scroll. In the past, it was just a jade slip; with a single swipe of spiritual energy, whether he could understand it or not, it was already imprinted in his mind.
He struggled to decipher the words on it, and in a daze, he collapsed onto the scroll and fell asleep.
Open your eyes, open your eyes wide.
He was talking to himself, but it was comfortable with his eyes closed, and he didn't want to open them. Reason and desire struggled for a while before he was forced to open his eyes because of another desire.
A little hungry.
He opened his eyes and found himself in a vast grassland. The grassland was somewhat blurry, and the grass under his feet seemed indistinct. Only by focusing his attention could he see it clearly. If he glanced around casually, he could only see a patch of green.
There's a white blob in the distance; it's a sheep.
Let's get some sheep to eat.
Once the thought entered Zhong Ming's mind, it wouldn't leave him. He rushed forward quickly, hunger making him scramble and crawl on all fours, wishing he could pounce on the sheep immediately.
Fresh, plump sheep.
Suddenly, a strong force tightened around his neck. Caught off guard, Zhong Ming was stopped by a mysterious power that immediately seeped into his body from his neck.
'Oh no, we've fallen into a trap.'
As he thought this, he tried to reach out and pry open the force controlling his neck, but found that his hands could not reach his neck.
He looked down, and in a daze, he saw his hand switching back and forth between a human hand and a wolf's claw.
As the force tightened, his hands transformed into wolf claws more and more frequently, eventually settling into the wolf claw pose.
He clearly sensed that his meridians were being violently eroded by a hostile spiritual force. Instead of quickly occupying every inch of his meridians, the enemy was advancing rapidly towards his sea of consciousness.
As he approached this vital place that contained divine souls, the enemy's spiritual power condensed into a series of magical seals. Each seal was essentially the same, but they were interconnected and interlocked, like a cage made of simple iron chains, enveloping his sea of consciousness from all directions.
The next moment, he saw himself.
To be precise, it was the body of a strange-looking but thin wolf, yet he had this peculiar feeling in his heart.
This is myself, just myself.
First move: Three winds restrain the beast.
His soul was lifted high, and then the torture began.
Strange forces entered his body. He could feel that these forces, though not as strong as his own, had weakened his soul through some means.
Hmm... not quite right. Because he had lost his physical body, his soul was already rapidly dissipating. These strange external objects were forcibly trying to condense his soul, but they did nothing to stop it from becoming even weaker.
"Surrender, or die."
Forces were penetrating his body, like an ancient slave chained to his collarbone. However, the "collarbone" of the soul seemed endless. Zhong Ming endured it, but just when he thought "it will end after this blow," another chain would always come.
Three gusts of wind swept in from afar. One was as high as the sky, another as heavy as the earth, and the last one sometimes stumbled and staggered, sometimes strided forward with high spirits, sometimes walked forward steadily and cautiously, and sometimes leaped and bounded as fast as the wind.
Zhong Ming suddenly understood: What are the three winds?
Humans have three souls: the Heavenly Soul (wind), the Earthly Soul (wind), and the Human Soul (wind).
At this moment, a technique far more important than the beast-taming soul-based artifact spirit appeared faintly. Zhong Ming kept reaching out to grab it, but he couldn't grasp it no matter what.
The Three Winds Soul Refining Technique
This is a technique for cultivating the soul.