[You are absorbing spiritual energy, spiritual energy affinity +1, spiritual energy +3]
[Cumulative number of spiritual energy absorption times: 56210/100,000]
The next morning, Zhou Ling came to the Jiayi School and began his routine practice.
As his understanding of the "Spirit Flame Art" deepened, his speed of absorbing spiritual energy gradually increased.
In the past, the spiritual energy absorbed in the body could only reach one cycle in one practice, but now it has reached two cycles.
Simply put, the speed and efficiency of practice have doubled.
As usual, he was the first disciple to arrive at the school.
Compared with the original school, this place is more spacious and bright, and the spiritual energy is more than twice as rich.
One by one, the pure and clean futons are neatly arranged.
In the corner of the school, a simple copper furnace was emitting green smoke.
Next, one disciple after another walked into the school, and most of them were full of confidence.
Students who can enter the Jiayi class have a high probability of becoming inner disciples of Lingxia Sect in the future.
What surprised Zhou Ling was that, in addition to meeting Wang Xin, Yuan Hu also entered the first-class Dao class.
As soon as Yuan Hu entered the school, he pretended to be mature and greeted other disciples. Then, when he saw Zhou Ling, he hurried over and sat down in the seat in front of him. He
said with a spirited face, "Brother Ling, I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to enter the first-class class!"
Zhou Ling's face showed a puzzled look.
Then Yuan Hu told him the situation without waiting for him to ask.
Overall, Yuan Hu's qualifications were not bad. He had a single earth spirit root of the lower grade, one level of Qi training, and 8 spirit points were stimulated.
In terms of skills, he chose the relatively rare but practical spirit plant husband.
After all, these children are now about 5 to 7 years old, and the road to cultivation has just begun.
No one wants to choose such hard professions as spirit plant husbands and pharmacists.
In addition, except for the top ten who entered the first-class class, the other disciples who entered the key Dao classes were randomly assigned.
So, it seems that Yuan Hu's luck is still very good.
At this time, Wang Xin also entered the school, saw Zhou Ling and the others, and also came over.
After greeting, he sat down next to Zhou Ling.
Nothing seemed to have changed.
Of course, the cultivation of the surrounding disciples had also obviously improved by one level.
Zhou Ling's Qi training level was originally in the second level, which could be ranked in the middle and upper levels in the school.
Now it is in the lower level.
After a while, all the disciples of the school were present, and there were still thirty-six people.
At this time, the sound of the chime sounded, and it was time for class. The disciples also knew that the new teacher was about to arrive.
They all fell silent.
Soon, with the sound of footsteps, a middle-aged man with a solemn expression walked in from outside the school.
He was wearing a wide-sleeved Taoist robe and walked slowly to the podium.
The disciples also stood up to greet him.
The middle-aged man nodded calmly and looked at the disciples, "Dear disciples, my name is Fang Lan, and I am your new teacher for the next few years. I will be responsible for guiding you in the cultivation of skills and techniques."
Then he waved his hand and asked everyone to sit down.
"In the next few years, you will receive various basic skills training. If you have any questions now, you can ask me!"
Instructor Fang said a few words and sat down on the podium.
For a while, no other disciples asked questions.
Instructor Fang did not say much, and asked everyone to practice on their own.
The first class of the A-yi class passed quietly.
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In the blink of an eye, another half year passed quietly.
Today, the annual Sky Lantern Festival is about to arrive.
The Taoist temple will have a five-day holiday this time. After school, Zhou Ling did not go home, but walked towards the market.
After entering the A-1 class, as the competition intensified, it became more difficult for him to get the bonus from the Taoist Academy. He
had no advantage in terms of cultivation.
Now he has only stimulated fourteen spirit caves.
Fortunately, now the scoring of Teacher Fang is basically based on skills.
And his proficiency in drawing inscriptions is also constantly improving.
In the past six months, with continuous efforts and talent, he has been able to draw six inscriptions.
Just in terms of skills, he is also in the top five in the school.
The other few people are basically children of aristocratic families, like Wang Xin.
They don't care about the bonus from the Taoist Academy at all.
So Zhou Ling can basically reach the top three in every skill test and get a bonus.
And the bonus includes not only two low-grade spirit stones, but also other auxiliary items.
This is also extremely important to Zhou Ling, and it can barely subsidize the family expenses.
At least he can afford the spirit pens, spirit paper, and spirit ink consumed by practicing inscriptions.
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the Lantern Festival was approaching, the market was extremely lively, with people coming and going, and it was noisy.
Zhou Ling went straight to a small stall at the end of North Street.
The stall owner was an old man with a goatee beard. His surname was Zhao, and everyone in the area called him Old Man Zhao. He
made a living by selling some second-hand goods.
Zhou Ling usually bought materials such as spiritual paper and spiritual ink from his stall.
Although the quality was slightly inferior, it was enough for Zhou Ling's current level, which was mainly for training.
The key point was that it was much cheaper than buying it in a store.
Two pieces of ordinary spiritual paper only cost one piece of broken spiritual paper, which was half the price.
Old Man Zhao was chewing beef jerky. When he saw Zhou Ling running over breathlessly with a flushed face, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Little guy, you come to buy spiritual paper again today. Here, fifty pieces of spiritual paper have been prepared for you!"
"Uncle Zhao! Here are twenty-five pieces of broken spiritual paper." Zhou Ling took out a handful of broken spiritual paper from his backpack, counted out twenty-five pieces, and handed it over.
After taking the spirit stone and seeing that Zhou Ling still had a dozen pieces of broken spirit in his hand, Old Man Zhao was refreshed and said quickly, "Tomorrow is the Sky Lantern Festival. I have some inferior sky lanterns here, selling them cheaply. Do you want to buy one?"
Hearing this, Zhou Ling looked over. On the right hand side of Old Man Zhao, there was a piece of linen on which ten sky lanterns of various shapes were placed, but the light was a little dim.
[You observed the damaged three-color inscriptions, primary insight +1]
Zhou Ling looked over and found that the inscriptions on these sky lanterns were basically damaged.
As a result, they were much dimmer than normal sky lanterns.
But it was normal to think about it. How could a good quality sky lantern fall into the hands of Old Man Zhao?
He shook his head immediately. Let alone inferior sky lanterns, even good sky lanterns, he was reluctant to spend spirit stones to buy them.
With this spare money, it would be nice to keep it for buying some spiritual rice at home!
"Two pieces of broken spirits are enough for one lantern. If these sky lanterns are intact, they will cost at least ten pieces of broken spirits."
"You can't buy them anywhere else!"
Old Man Zhao recommended with a smile.
The Sky Lantern Festival will be in two days. If these can't be sold, then no one will buy them in the future, and he will lose a lot!
Zhou Ling has bought spirit paper several times. Although he looks young, he is not easy to fool.
However, if he encounters it, he must give it a try. Who knows, he might be able to sell it.
"Two pieces of broken spirits! Too expensive!"
Looking at these sky lanterns, Zhou Ling suddenly had an idea in his mind. Why not try to repair these sky lanterns.
Just now, through [Primary Insight], he was able to see the defects of these inscriptions. As long as he puts in a little effort, he may be able to repair them.
Then sell them at the price of finished products. Wouldn't it be a good profit?
(End of this chapter)