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Chapter 43 Talent Refresh, White Crane Returns

After half an hour.

Jiang He put the box in the trunk and got into the passenger seat.

"Jiang He, don't forget, let's take music class together after school starts, and then we can form a band and have some fun," Shao Jun said, leaning against the car window.

Jiang He does have some interest in music, but the idea of ​​a band is too much: "I haven't studied it yet..."

"Give it a try, you're an S-class genius." Shao Jun smiled and stepped back: "See you at school!"

"Goodbye."

Zhang Zhiyong drove onto the highway, and perhaps having overheard their conversation, he smiled and said, "The music is good. I loved playing the guitar when I was young, and many girls pursued me because of that."

Jiang He closed the car window and asked curiously, "Then why didn't you become a singer, but instead became a firefighter?"

Jiang He thought he was going to hear some touching story.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhiyong said, "Of course it's because of talent."

"My talent is [Quicksand Transformation], an earth-based shaping skill, which isn't suitable for a music career, so I became a firefighter."

"However, since you have the talent of Word Magic and your abilities are related to sound, learning music would be a good idea."

Talent determines one's life path.

This is the "law" of the extraordinary era.

Jiang He's heart stirred slightly.

He possesses a future with various talents, and naturally, he also has various different paths to take.

Perhaps there will be a musician Jiang He, an artist Jiang He, a scientist Jiang He, a doctor Jiang He...

Thinking about it, I'm actually quite looking forward to it.

Zhang Zhiyong caught a glimpse of the longing in the boy's eyes out of the corner of his eye, smiled slightly, and turned on the car music.

As the music played, the car sped by, kicking up dust and sand.

In the wheat field beside the highway, blood-red vertical pupils watched the speeding vehicles disappear into the field.

……

Having obtained the spirit blood, Jiang He asked Zhang Zhiyong for two days off and would return to the team on Saturday.

Zhang Zhiyong had anticipated this and readily agreed, driving him back to the Lido residential area.

Back home, Jiang He couldn't wait to open the box and pull out a metal bottle.

The metal bottles are about the size of beverage bottles, each containing 500 grams of spirit blood. There are a total of 20 bottles here, totaling 10,000 grams of spirit blood.

The price is 60 grams, the total price is 600,000 yuan, and one bottle costs a full 30,000 yuan!

This is all a lot of money!
Jiang He hid the remaining metal bottles and took one of them back to his bedroom.

Sitting at his desk, a thought struck him, and he used his last remaining skill points to unlock the core skill of the Word Bearer.

[Vivid and expressive – Active skill: Uses spiritual blood as ink to draw stored incantations into spells.]

Once this skill is activated, the Word Bearer's skill tree is truly unlocked.

It reveals two paths: [concerned words] and [concerned voice].

As advanced professions, these two paths no longer have growth skills; they simply correspond to two enhancement routes.

The skills of the subsequent enhancement path are much stronger than those of the rumored one, and the form is also different.

However, Jiang He has run out of skill points, so he hasn't paid attention to it for the time being.

He focused his attention on drawing the incantation.

The 【Vivid and Lifelike】 skill can only draw stored Words of Power.

However, this is not a limitation for those with the talent for using words.

Jiang He possesses the ability to release incantations at will, and naturally, he can also freely replace stored incantations and draw spells at will.

At this moment, he stored the Word of Power "Deep Sleep" and extracted two grams of spiritual blood from the bottle.

Using spiritual blood as ink and heaven and earth as paper.

His fingers danced, tracing lines in the air, forming red patterns that eventually converged into a single point of red light.

He slightly opened his mouth and swallowed the red light. When it touched the base of his tongue, it automatically blossomed into intricate patterns.

The incantation is complete!

"It took three minutes to draw the incantation for the first time."

Bai He said, "At this rate, the Whisperer should be able to reach level 10 by 7 p.m. tomorrow."

Reaching level ten means Jiang He can store six spells and has already accumulated several hundred spells.

In this way, even if Bai He leaves, Jiang He's identity as a "Word Spirit Talent" will not be revealed.

However, Jiang He did not relax because of this.

Not having one's identity exposed is merely the most basic goal.

Before his talent for using words disappeared, he could accumulate as many spells as possible.

Jiang He raised his finger, preparing to extract two more grams of spiritual blood to continue drawing the incantation.

At this moment, the white crane interrupted him: "Wait a minute."

"What's wrong?" Jiang He asked, puzzled.

Baihe raised an eyebrow: "I'm returning tomorrow. On my last day, you're not planning to make me stay at home watching you draw incantations all day, are you?" Since being summoned, Baihe has provided Jiang He with so much help.

Future prediction, professions, sources of fire, battles... the list goes on and on.

It's really a bit excessive to lock him up at home on the last day, forcing him to stay confined for the entire day.

This is your future self, so you should treat it well, right?

Jiang He hesitated for a moment, then took out his phone from his pocket and handed it to Bai He.

Baihe: "You're planning to let me play on my phone all day??"

"You're overthinking it." Jiang He shook his head and said, "From now on, you're not Bai He, but 'Jiang He'."

"Until tomorrow night, you can use my identity to move freely in this world, go wherever you want, and do whatever you want."

"The premise is that you can't kill, you can't cause trouble, you can't create chaos, you can't brainwash others, you can't..."

Jiang He rattled off a long list of prohibitions, concluding with, "In short, you know what I mean, don't mess around."

Bai He held up his phone: "Then this..."

Jiang He said, "There's still 500,000 left. Spend it however you like."

"Even a miser can pluck feathers now?" Bai He's lips curled up: "I really spent money."

"Anyway, you're the one who helped me earn this money, so do as you please." Jiang He's heart was bleeding, but he stubbornly said, "Go ahead and spend it all if you dare!"

"That's what you said."

Seeing Jiang He stubbornly insisting on his point, Bai He couldn't help but laugh.

He had reminded him countless times, but young Jiang He still couldn't learn to be vigilant.

However, he doesn't dislike it.

Bai He put his phone in his pocket and turned around. His hair had turned from white to black. He said.

"See you next time."

Jiang He withdrew his gaze, brushed his fingers across the metal bottle opening, and picked up two grams of spiritual blood.

Liver surgery!
"I think I need art class more than music class..."

……

June 25st, Friday, 7:38 PM.

The door opened, and "Jiang He" arrived home just in time, transforming back into the form of a white crane and placing his phone on the table.

"I am back."

In the bedroom, Jiang He didn't even look up, concentrating on drawing two grams of spiritual blood to create an incantation.

His eyes were bloodshot, clearly he hadn't rested all day and his spirit was nearing its limit.

However, he still did not stop.

"One more, just one more..."

[Spell successfully drawn, Job Experience +1]

[The Word Bearer's job level has been increased. Current level: lv16 (0/170)]

Success! !

Jiang He quickly placed the prepared Word of Power into the new Word of Power slot.

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the door.

"Welcome back."

Before Jiang He could finish speaking, he saw Bai He throw a card at him, wave it off, and it shattered into countless points of light.

In his mind, the golden card depicting the white-haired youth dimmed.

June 25st, Friday, 7:40 PM.

Talents refreshed, heroic spirits return.

……

……

The gray planet, shrouded in deathly aura, has been completely reduced to ruins.

On this endless, boundless ruin, countless figures knelt on the ground, bowing their heads forward.

The blood beneath them had long since congealed, turning the earth a dark brown color.

At the end of the endless human figures was a huge, black boulder, hundreds of feet high, standing upright like a tombstone in the center of the ruins.

Beside the boulder stood a young man with pale hair.

He was dressed in a solemn black formal suit, neat and tidy, with his eyes lowered, standing like a statue, as if attending a grand funeral.

This funeral has lasted for an unknown amount of time; even time itself seems to have stood still on this planet.

At a certain moment, the young man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes, revealing a hint of a smile.

In that instant, the gray deathly aura that enveloped the entire planet seemed to dissipate.

However, when his gaze fell upon the boulder, it trembled slightly and then lowered again.

Deathly energy surged, and the planet fell silent.

(End of this chapter)