"Once this matter is concluded, we will owe each other nothing, and you can leave this place." After standing up, the woman reverted to her usual indifference.
Zhang Ling sighed inwardly and stood up as well. With a wave of his hand, he produced more than a dozen bottles of pills.
"Here are some good pills that can help you stabilize your cultivation base."
Ding Ruozhao didn't speak, nodded, and put away the pills before walking out of the house. Zhang Ling followed to see her off.
Outside, the sun was shining brightly, and it was already noon.
As they walked out of the pavilion into the courtyard, Ding Ruozhao suddenly stopped in front of the formation's light and turned to ask Zhang Ling, "Do you have any spiritual objects that can aid in Core Formation?"
This woman's sudden question surprised Zhang Ling. However, without much thought, he pondered for a moment and then took out several jade bottles and a black jade jar.
These pills weren't of much use to him; most of them were found in the storage bags of other high-level cultivators he had killed. The black jar contained a jar of mature earth spirit bee honey.
These auxiliary spiritual objects were enough to increase the chances of a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator forming a core by twenty to thirty percent.
"Thank you, I can use spirit stones..." Seeing these spiritual objects, Ding Ruozhao smiled, wanting to buy them with spirit stones.
But before she could finish speaking, Zhang Ling waved his hand, and all the items flew in front of Ding Ruozhao.
"These are useless to me, take them."
"Okay."
Hearing this, Ding Ruozhao didn't decline, thanked him, put away the items, and turned to leave.
Zhang Ling watched as she transformed into a遁光 and flew away, standing there quietly for a while before returning to the pavilion.
He stayed on the island for half a day before leaving.
To his amusement, several Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Ding family came to him, wanting to recruit him as a guest elder of the Ding family.
The leader of these people seemed to be Ding Ruozhao's seventh uncle, who promised to introduce him to several female disciples of the Ding family. He would also receive an annual offering of 30,000 spirit stones.
This reward was quite generous.
Generally, Golden Core elders in sects received similar treatment. The Ding family's power was greatly diminished, yet they were still offering such a reward, truly wanting to recruit him.
Of course, Zhang Ling wouldn't agree and directly refused.
Thinking about it, this might just be the idea of some people within the Ding family, and Ding Ruozhao probably didn't know about it.
Finally, he left the deserted island. Before leaving, Ding Ruozhao met with him again, instructing him not to reveal the Ding family's hidden location. Zhang Ling naturally wouldn't be talkative and directly bid farewell.
He flew for more than half a month before returning to Fire Cloud Island. In the following period, he focused on cultivation and entered a state of seclusion.
...
Time flew by, and another ten years passed.
On this day, Zhang Ling sat cross-legged in the secret chamber, his hands forming hand seals rapidly, and his body was covered with a layer of blue-green lightning.
Under the effect of the lightning, his body trembled constantly, as if experiencing some kind of pain. After an unknown amount of time, the lightning on his body gradually weakened, turning into strands of lightning as thin as hair and merging into his body.
After sitting quietly for a while, no trace of lightning could be seen on the surface of his body, but a faint thunderous sound came from within. This thunderous sound was like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger. With each vibration, Zhang Ling's face turned crimson.
Until a certain moment, lightning flashed on his body again, and he changed his hand seals, his body constantly flashing with lightning. One by one, pitch-black lightning balls emerged from the surface of his body. Upon closer inspection, there were a full twelve black lightning balls.
Each of these light balls looked only the size of a thumb, but they were constantly changing, sometimes transforming into mysterious runes, and sometimes into lightning bolts like small snakes, wandering beside him.
Soon after, the sound of thunder on Zhang Ling's body suddenly intensified, and nine cyan lightning balls floated out.
As soon as the cyan lightning appeared, it transformed into nine cyan runes and gathered above his head, constantly rotating.
At the same time, the twelve black lightning balls also transformed into black threads, wrapping around the nine cyan runes. In this way, the yin and yang lightning incantations quickly intertwined.
Zhang Ling didn't dare to be negligent at this moment, and his hand seals changed repeatedly. With a flick of his fingers, a thick layer of earthy yellow spiritual light burst out from his body.
At the same time, a large mass of refined blood essence spurted out and merged into the lightning incantation, instantly dyeing the lightning a deep red color.
Then, strands of pure spiritual power of earthy yellow color, like flowing water, enveloped all the lightning incantations at once, turning them into a huge light ball about ten feet in size.
And the hand seals in his hand changed again, and he cast mysterious runes into the light ball. The light ball would grow larger and smaller for a while, looking very strange. There was also a huge thunderous sound inside, making the light ball extremely unstable.
Zhang Ling stared solemnly at the light, constantly refining it with his own spiritual power.
After this period of hard work, both the yin and yang lightning incantations have been cultivated. Now he is combining the two lightning incantations to start cultivating the second level of the Thunder Essence Spirit Imbue Technique.
Only by fusing the yin and yang lightning incantations into thunder patterns can he use the thunder patterns to refine the spiritual energy in his body.
This step involves great risk. If not done well, the lightning incantation will explode, causing a strong impact on himself and possibly causing serious injury.
So Zhang Ling's entire mind was on the light ball above his head, sensing the lightning incantation within, and using his own spiritual power to begin merging the two kinds of lightning.
In this way, a full few days passed, and the lightning ball above his head had turned blue-black, with lightning flashing on it. It was like a constantly changing ball of lightning.
Zhang Ling suddenly raised his hand, and a purple vine appeared in his left hand. This vine was not the main body of the vine parasitized on his body. But a few days ago, a third-order lightning-attribute demon vine, the Purple Light Vine, was collected.
This special spiritual plant demon vine is very rare in the cultivation world. Speaking of demon vines, it has no great use for other monks.
But Zhang Ling is different. The strange vine parasitized on his body has a dividing effect, which can graft the characteristics of other vine-like spiritual plants and tree vines on it to increase its power.
Zhang Ling has been constantly researching the vines on his body, and has grafted several kinds of demon vines.
There are the most common first-order iron thorn vines, and several second-order demon vines, but after the experiment, Zhang Ling found that the power has not increased significantly. Just made the vines more changes.
Now only two kinds of third-order demon vines have been grafted on the main body of the vine, one is the Flame Fire Vine that was previously found in the wilderness, and the other is the purple-black Purple Light Vine.
Flame Fire Vine, can make the vine quickly cast attacks similar to fireball, and the attack power is also good.
The Purple Light Vine is a lightning-attributed vine. The purpose of throwing out the Purple Light Vine now is to use it as a bridge to guide the yin and yang thunderbolts on the body.
