Yuan Ming immediately realized something was wrong, and with another thought, his Divine Soul flew towards the direction of the house, trying to return to his own physical body.

But just then, a night breeze blew again, and Yuan Ming's Divine Soul was blown out once more.

This time, his Divine Soul drifted even further, shockingly reaching seventy to eighty feet away, and the bone-chilling coldness intensified, increasing Yuan Ming's fear even more.

He attempted to return to his physical body with another thought, but this time he was horrified to discover that the connection between his mind and body had become incredibly weak, and his Divine Soul could not return.

Realizing this, Yuan Ming was greatly alarmed, and his hands frantically moved through the void, trying to return.

However, this movement did not inch his Divine Soul forward at all, just as a drowning person desperately tries to save himself but cannot do so.

A gentle breeze brushed past, causing his Divine Soul to drift even further away.

What frightened Yuan Ming even more was that he suddenly realized that as the connection with his physical body weakened further, his Divine Soul started to fade and showed signs of dispersing.

Just then, a gentle force suddenly surged from the direction of the house, enveloping his Divine Soul, and the disintegration momentarily paused.

The next instant, he felt his Divine Soul being pulled by this force, and after a whirl of his vision, he was instantly back in his physical body.

Yuan Ming abruptly opened his eyes, gasping heavily for air, and hugged his shoulders, his body trembling, still feeling the relentless chill.

"It seems that your Divine Soul can currently leave your body up to seventy feet away at most; any further and there is a risk of losing control and dispersing," the Silver Cat's voice rang in his Sea of Consciousness, emotionless.

"I was almost scattered just now, and you were just testing the distance my Divine Soul could leave my body?" Yuan Ming snapped irritably.

"Understanding the state of one's Divine Soul is the most basic cultivation of a Soul Cultivator," replied Silver Cat, unconcerned.

At this moment, Yuan Ming had no time to argue, so he closed his eyes and practiced the Moonlight Technique for a moment, and finally, the chilling sensation dissipated.

When he opened his eyes again, he found the Silver Cat still squatting on the desk, not only had it not left, but even its pose had not changed in the slightest.

"Do you... have anything else for me?" Yuan Ming calmed himself and asked.

The Silver Cat made no move, but suddenly, a flash of silver light appeared before it, and a brown Beast Skin emerged, then soared and floated in front of Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming picked it up and saw a line of Central Plains script listing some names: "Ghost Faced Grass, Purple Core Pollen, Black Scale Fruit, Yin Marrow Liquid."

He was familiar with Ghost Faced Grass and Purple Core Pollen, having seen them in the Herborist before and even collected some Ghost Faced Flowers to sell to Zhao Tong, but he hadn't seen the last two items, which must be some type of spiritual materials.

"What is this?" Yuan Ming asked, frowning.

"Once you have collected them, I'll tell you," the Silver Cat spoke and, without waiting for Yuan Ming to reply, turned and vanished into the hazy night.

Yuan Ming opened his mouth, somewhat speechless about the Silver Cat's demeanor, feeling helpless, he suppressed the myriad questions and complaints he had for the moment.

After resting for a moment, he again practiced the Moonlight Technique, trying out the sensation of his Divine Soul leaving his body.

But this time he was smarter, not letting his Divine Soul fly outside the house, but rather stayed within the confines of his room, never stepping beyond the seventy-foot limit, carefully experiencing this special sensation.

Thinking back, understanding the limit of how far one's Divine Soul can leave the body... seems quite important.

...

The next day, Yuan Ming was still up early at the Fire Workshop refining embryos.

Fang Ge was standing by, starting to instruct him in more refining skills, and how to forge the right type of vessel.

He liked this fellow disciple more and more, who he initially thought had average talent and would be hard to achieve anything, but who was now making rapid progress in learning.

Yuan Ming did not disappoint him, becoming more skilled in embryo refining.

In the afternoon, after lunch in the Dining Hall, Yuan Ming left the Fire Refining Hall and went straight to the Gui Cang Pavilion.

In this period, apart from practicing the Moonlight Technique, he had also made considerable progress in mastering the Beast Taming Technique, and now he was just lacking a practical opportunity to exercise it.

Usually, disciples of the Beast Taming Hall would train the tamed spirit beasts bred within the Sect's Beast Garden for practical assessments, and as a disciple of the Fire Refining Hall, Yuan Ming naturally did not have that opportunity.

Of course, if he was willing to spend the money to buy a spirit beast, he could also get a tamed spirit beast from the Beast Taming Hall, which could be easily controlled with just a Beast Taming Talisman Stone.

But Yuan Ming did not want to spend the money and wanted to master the Beast Taming Technique on his own, so he would not consider buying one.

His plan was to personally catch a spirit beast in the wild and tame it himself.

The so-called spirit beasts and Fierce Beasts, differing by just one word, are essentially the same in nature, except that the category of spirit beasts is broader, and captured and tamed Fierce Beasts also fall under the category of spirit beasts.

Catching spirit beasts and hunting Fierce Beasts might seem similar, but the difficulty level is worlds apart; therefore, Yuan Ming planned to learn one or two more magic techniques at Gui Cang Pavilion to increase his chances of success.

The night before, when he asked Silver Cat about the Concealing Technique to hide one's aura, it was also for this purpose.

Catching a spirit beast, especially if wanting to catch one alive, would be greatly aided if one could conceal oneself.

Upon arriving at Gui Cang Pavilion, Yuan Ming headed straight to the second floor.

Seeing the middle-aged deacon, Yuan Ming cut straight to the chase and asked, "Elder, I wish to borrow a concealment technique that can hide my form. Could you recommend one or two?"

"Oh, it's you..." the middle-aged deacon raised his eyebrows slightly upon seeing Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming had previously come to borrow the Exorcism Technique, so the deacon had a bit of an impression of him.

It wasn't because of his appearance, which leaned more toward that of the people from the Central Plains, but because he had three two hours of borrowing time, yet he had left after just an hour.

Since he had been the deacon of the second floor of Gui Cang Pavilion, he had never seen a disciple treat contribution value so trivially.

"You recognize me?" Yuan Ming expressed his surprise.

"Ahem, never mind. You wish to borrow a concealment technique. Currently, in our Gui Cang Pavilion, suitable for Qi Refinement Stage Cultivators, there are only two techniques: Yuan Water Skill and Wood Concealment Skill. Which one would you like to borrow?" the middle-aged deacon coughed lightly and waved his hand as he spoke.

"What's the difference?" Yuan Ming asked.

"Yuan Water Skill is a water attribute cultivation method, ideal in abundant water vapor environments, especially near waterfalls, rivers, lakes, where the concealment effect is best. The Wood Concealment Skill, naturally, performs best in forests. It mainly depends on your spirit root attribute and personal needs," the middle-aged deacon explained.

"Wood Concealment Skill," Yuan Ming decided without hesitation, taking off his waist card and placing it on the table.

"Ten contribution points," the middle-aged deacon glanced at him.

"No rush, I've also heard about another wood attribute technique suitable for Qi Refinement disciples, called 'Wood Prison Technique.' I'd like to exchange for that as well," Yuan Ming spoke.

"Yes, that'll be fifteen contribution points," the middle-aged deacon nodded and said.

"I'll take both, thank you," Yuan Ming said.

"You want to exchange for two techniques simultaneously?" the middle-aged deacon asked in surprise.

Usually, disciples would at most exchange for one technique at a time, because they couldn't memorize everything in one go and needed to come back multiple times. He had never seen anyone exchange for two techniques at once. After all, memorizing and understanding a technique was mentally taxing. How could one remember two at the same time?

"That's right," Yuan Ming nodded and said.

"One moment," the middle-aged deacon furrowed his brow but said nothing more. He then picked up the waist card, stood up, pushed open the door behind him, and walked in.

Shortly after, he returned with two slim aqua-colored booklets.

"Borrowing books can only be done within the second floor, not to be taken out. With two books... the time limit is six two hours," the middle-aged deacon placed the waist card and the booklets on the table, repeating the same precautions as last time.

After thanking him, Yuan Ming took the waist card and picked up the booklets of 'Wood Prison Technique' and 'Wood Concealment Skill,' found a quiet place to sit down, and began to attentively peruse them.

He maintained his own pace, flipping through them one page after another, neither fast nor slow.

The entire mnemonic of the Wood Concealment Skill wasn't lengthy, and the technique didn't appear very difficult. Its effect was also clearly limited.

It could only be deployed where there were trees. The more lush the woods, the more spiritual energy he could harness, and the better the concealment effect, which indeed suited Yuan Ming's needs perfectly.

His cultivation of 'Nine Elements Technique,' which was a wood attribute method, gave him an innate advantage in learning the Wood Concealment Skill.

About an hour later, Yuan Ming put down the 'Wood Concealment Skill,' closed his eyes as if to refresh his spirit, lingered over the technique for a moment, and then picked up the 'Wood Prison Technique' and started to examine it closely.

From time to time, the middle-aged deacon couldn't help but glance over at him.

About another half an hour later, Yuan Ming stood up and returned to the deacon's desk.

"Are you returning the booklets?" the middle-aged deacon asked, somewhat skeptically.

"That's right," Yuan Ming nodded.

As he spoke, he placed both booklets on the desk at the same time.

Altogether it had been barely an hour and a half since he borrowed them, and yet he was returning both at once?

"Young friend, don't take it wrong but the sect contribution value is hard to accumulate and the opportunity to learn techniques even rarer. Treasure them," the middle-aged deacon advised earnestly.

"Thank you for your kind intentions, elder. I've finished reading them. Additionally, I'd like to ask, aside from the books about spiritual medicine and spiritual materials on the first floor, are there any others on this level? I'd like to take a look," Yuan Ming said, giving a bow and then inquiring further.

After pondering for a moment, the middle-aged deacon replied, "There are some notes by elders; if you need them, they can be read for around three contribution points each."

"Much obliged," Yuan Ming quickly nodded.

"In that case, I suggest you look at the Second Cave Master's herb picking notes. They contain the richest content and only require five contribution points," the middle-aged deacon suggested.

Yuan Ming didn't hesitate and handed over his waist card once again.

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