Slime Immortal.

Chapter 59 Worthy of being Lord Bran

"Rubbing mud?"

Chen Yu imagined himself concentrating his energy, then squatting on the ground and rolling a mud ball...

Well, this does seem unsightly.

Shao Qingsong saw his expression and immediately understood.

"No wonder, Junior Brother, when I first saw this method, I also had the same doubts."

"Although this method may seem crude, it was specially taught to you by Senior Sister Gong."

"Senior Sister Gong?"

Chen Yu thought of his senior sister who had superb medical skills and a cool temperament. It was she who taught him the Guiyuan acupuncture method for treating petrification.

"Exactly. She knows you've mastered the art of controlling objects and your foundation is already established."

"This mud-ball sword-making technique is mediocre. Before fighting, you need to take mud, especially clay, and roll it into a ball."

"If you apply secret techniques and spiritual energy to refine it, you can obtain a clay sword pill that can be used at any time. If you are well prepared, you can unleash several swords at once. However, the power is mediocre, and it will be like scratching an itch when dealing with thick-skinned monsters."

"But if combined with your exquisite object control technique, the number of sword balls can be doubled, the control can be more flexible, and the power can be further enhanced."

Huh?
Isn’t this the ultimate upgraded version of the Stinger Sword?

And this method was indeed found according to his request.

Using mud means that the material is easy to obtain and does not require any rare materials or treasures. Besides, Ze'arila does not have the conditions for that.

Controlling more than a dozen sword balls at a time, wow... that scene is definitely more spectacular than the object control technique, and it is enough to deal with some group monsters.

"Brother, no need to say more, I am very satisfied."

After Chen Yu took the Jianwan Book, he brought up the matter of animal taming.

"Ahem... Junior Brother, you are really hardworking."

"I remember the sect's rules. To tame a spirit monster, one must first pass the 'Beast Taming Record', register it, and include it in the 'Beast Register'... The regulations here are quite complicated..."

He changed the subject, lowering his voice and moving closer: "However, the rules are fixed, but the path is always open. Elder Wang from the Outer Sect Deacon Hall seems to have been repairing the formation of his 'Listening to the Waves Cottage' recently..."

Ok.

Chen Yu finally understood.

Shao Qingsong means just one thing.

Make money!

The "Beast Taming Record" is like a driver's license.

In Sanyuan Sect, even if a druid comes, he has to pass the driving test before he can drive on the road.

Without the Beast Taming Record, you are not allowed to learn the Beast Taming Technique. You are afraid that as soon as you ride a flying beast out, you will be grabbed by the senior brothers in the Law Enforcement Hall.

Well, any trouble that can be solved with spirit stones is not a trouble.

Chen Yu readily took out four spirit stones, said goodbye to Shao Qingsong, and returned to the thatched hut. He then fed some meat to the two slime men who were still grunting and working illegally.

He couldn't wait to sit down at the table and open the book "The Art of Sword Casting".

The more you look at it, the more fascinated you become.

This thing is more of a weapon-refining method specifically for refining sword pills than a Taoist method.

Taking soil, kneading and shaping are just the basics. The core lies in using unique secret methods and spiritual power to repeatedly temper it, turning ordinary mud into a "sword seed" that contains the powerful force of the earth.

What's even more amazing is that after a successfully refined sword pill has been nourished for a long time with one's own essence and blood, it can be used as easily as one's own arm and can be summoned back with a thought.

It's like being enchanted with loyalty.

The attack distance is epically enhanced, with Lv.1 alone reaching two meters. Combined with the initial speed provided by the Object Control Technique, it can be increased to about four meters.

With the precise control of the object control technique above Lv.3, the number of mud sword balls that can be controlled by "Mud Ball Sword Casting Technique Lv.1" can be doubled from two to four.

"That's right... How can a sword immortal who rubs mud not be a sword immortal?"

After his consciousness returned to the slime's body, he slowly opened his eyes in the creaking treehouse. He could feel the treehouse trembling slightly, and the sound of raindrops hitting the ground was louder. It seemed that a storm had arrived.

He carefully used his body to push open a crack in the door, and with a "crash", heavy rain poured in with the wind, seeping into the gel with its icy coolness.

The world outside was dark and completely drowned out by the noisy rain.

Because he was worried that Xiao Ka would be blown away by the wind, he temporarily built a sliding passage and slid into the slime's nest smoothly.

I took a look and was amused.

The little guy was huddled pitifully in a warm corner of the nest, while the naughty little slimes used its body as a trampoline, jumping happily on it with a "puff, puff" sound.

Xiao Ka lay there, not daring to move. When he saw him coming, he could only let out a whimper of grievance.

Chen Yu estimated that this violent rain feast would probably last for several days, and it could not escape its identity as a "temporary trampoline".

Poor guy, he still became the slime's plaything.

Chen Yu checked the castle again.

The reinforced stinger beehive is like a solid fortress, and the stinger bees fold their wings and curl up in the warm cells to rest.

The moss monsters were also driven into the damp underground shelter, where they curled up into green fur balls and slept soundly.

All is well in the castle.

He finally felt relieved.

So he returned to the slime's nest and jumped to the entrance.

At this time, the slime mother was squatting at the entrance of the cave, quietly guarding the nest. Several smaller slime cubs snuggled closely beside her, blinking their eyes curiously, and looking at the strange world outside through the gaps in the rain curtain.

He stood guard on the other side, carefully grabbed a handful of mud, rolled it into a ball, and practiced making sword balls.

"Rumble..."

The heavy rain continued to fall, engulfing the entire world.

Life is peaceful in the Oak Territory, but in the forest...

Arthur silently split the last curtain of banyan trees, and the scene before him suddenly opened up.

The vast lake with turbid waves came into view. He saw the cold water lapping against the muddy shore, and the forest in the distance looked like a swaying black shadow.

The skeletal warhorse stopped and Arthur looked at the unfamiliar lake in silence.

The good news is, he came out.

The bad news is, he has no plans to come out.

"Poof!"

Lord Bran popped out like a wet black ball of fur. He glanced at the knight guiltily, then coughed lightly and raised his head proudly.

"Ahem, what did the Earl say? If we pass through that annoying maze of banyan trees, we will definitely... uh... be able to get out of the swamp. Yes, that's right!"

"Thanks to this Earl's wisdom and bravery, you have temporarily escaped the swamp lord's vicious magic."

Its small chest stood straight, and its tone was full of confidence that it was in control of the situation:
"Squire, don't be fooled by this temporary safety."

"Now, right now, while this rainstorm is interfering with magic, let's turn back immediately."

"My intuition tells me that the magic has not yet subsided!"

"it is good."

Arthur nodded, slowly pulled the reins to turn the skeletal warhorse around and return the way he came.

He felt that Lord Bran was still as wise as ever.

We can always see the most essential truth through the chaotic phenomena.

And his intuition was indeed telling him that he was not far from that natural relative.

As expected of Earl Bran...

(End of this chapter)