Dark Immortal Cultivation

Qing'an Village is located ten miles southeast of the town.

The morning mist had long since dissipated, and although the sky was still overcast, this overgrown wilderness was now bathed in the light of dawn.

However, the rolling hills blocked the view, preventing Zhang Qing, a newcomer, from seeing the location of the camp.

Although it is not far from Qing'an Market, the surrounding area is deserted, and you can't even see a rabbit.

Only a few insects hopped around in the grass, occasionally taking flight.

Zhang Qing's gaze fell upon the ruins not far away, covered by large patches of wild grass and vines.

This is part of the ancient ruins.

Or rather, the edge.

However, this ancient site has been explored countless times and has long lost all its value.

It simply exists here, silently telling the story of the vicissitudes of time!

This is exactly where Zhang Qing wanted to be.

Taking a deep breath of the cool air, Zhang Qing suddenly activated his inner energy and channeled his magical power into his palms.

Two balls of crimson flame instantly condensed.

The next moment, he simultaneously clapped his hands forward, and two balls of blazing fire containing intense heat shot out, covering a distance of dozens of steps in an instant, and struck a moss-covered ruined rock.

Bang!Bang!

With two muffled thuds, large bursts of flame shot out and landed in the surrounding grass.

It immediately ignited some dry grass.

Cool!

Zhang Qing, who had only done a warm-up, felt a sense of pleasure.

He usually practices magic at home, but the limited space restricts his movements, and he might even damage the house if he's not careful.

Therefore, it cannot act arbitrarily.

Things are different now.

Within this vast and boundless world, even if Zhang Qing's cultivation level increased tenfold or a hundredfold, he could still freely perform magic.

Overcome with excitement, he couldn't help but let out a long howl.

He clapped his hands alternately, unleashing more than a dozen bursts of blazing fire.

These blazing flames, like incendiary bombs, reached as far as a hundred paces away, exploding into countless sparks.

Thanks to the bonus from his high [Spellcasting] attribute, Zhang Qing's speed in condensing blazing fire, as well as the speed, frequency, and power of his attacks, far exceeded his previous level.

To some extent, it fulfilled the basic requirement of small-area fire coverage!

As long as he gains the upper hand, cultivators of the same or even higher level will definitely not be able to withstand such a rapid attack.

Perhaps even the protective aura of a Qi Refining Level 4 cultivator could be shattered by force!

But Zhang Qing was by no means satisfied with this.

He began to change his methods.

The flight path of the Blazing Fireball immediately underwent a dramatic change.

Although the speed has been reduced, the attack route has become much more flexible, sometimes left, sometimes right, sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes fast, sometimes slow...

Zhang Qing chose the large rock from before as his target and practiced the spellcasting techniques he had learned the previous night to his heart's content.

The skill he displayed incorporated the techniques of "Weapon Control Techniques," and he used his own spiritual sense as a "mind's eye" to aim and lock onto targets.

Although a few bursts of fire missed, most hit their targets.

This means that the spellcasting method Zhang Qing devised was not a fancy technique, but a killer move that could truly be effective in actual combat!

The only thing lacking right now is proficiency.

After unleashing dozens of bursts of flame, Zhang Qing lightly patted the storage bag at his waist with his right hand.

When he raised his hand again, he was already holding a pair of steel needles that gleamed with a cold light.

With a sudden wave of his hand, Zhang Qing sent five steel needles, each over three inches long, shooting forward like arrows.

laugh!laugh!laugh!

Each steel needle was imbued with magical power, and the sound of it piercing the air was breathtaking.

The next moment, all the steel needles struck the rock, sending sparks flying!

Some steel needles bounced off, while others pierced into the stone.

Zhang Qing nodded slightly.

He ordered these steel needles from the blacksmith's shop specifically to practice "Weapon Control Techniques" as a supplementary means of attack.

Since real magical artifacts are too precious for a minor cultivator like Zhang Qing to possess, this "Art of Weapon Control" is essentially a method for releasing various hidden weapons—if used well, it can still defeat the enemy.

The fire control techniques he learned can also be applied to these steel needles.

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One after another, steel needles were fired, sending fragments of the rock used as a target flying and creating a light mist.

Zhang Qing stopped practicing only when his hands felt hot.

He immediately drew the sword he carried with him!

Clang!

The longsword was drawn, its sharpness fully revealed.

Start with the most basic techniques such as thrusting, slicing, chopping, pointing, sweeping, and flicking. Once you have a feel for the sword, then practice techniques like "Clouds Rising in the Azure Sky," "Flying Clouds Crossing the Moon," "Layered Clouds and Layered Peaks," and "Piercing Clouds and Splitting Mist"...

After practicing a set of "Flowing Cloud Sword Techniques", Zhang Qing's forehead was covered in sweat.

But the results are minimal.

He had to admit that he had absolutely no talent in martial arts.

The only solution is to add points to the corresponding attribute.

Let's talk about it later.

Zhang Qing shook his head and sheathed his sword.

He only practiced swordsmanship on a whim and had no intention of investing time and energy in it.

Because it's not worth it.

Or rather, the return on investment is too low.

I will definitely need to learn and practice this sword technique in the future, but only after I improve my [Martial Arts] attribute.

The efficiency and effectiveness of that practice will inevitably increase greatly!

Finally, Zhang Qing took out the wooden puppet he had named "Little Puppet" from his storage bag.

His feelings about this strange object were somewhat complicated.

Little Puppet is definitely a good thing.

However, at present, it does not help improve Zhang Qing's combat power, and the cost of a complete repair is very high.

Most importantly, the little puppet cannot be exposed to the light of day.

If this thing were to be revealed to others, it would definitely bring Zhang Qing a fatal disaster.

How could a mere Qi Refining Level 2 cultivator possess such a rare item?

Therefore, he only dared to keep it at home to play with, and even though he successfully refined it, he never showed it to others.

It's not possible now, and it won't be possible for a long time to come.

Unless Zhang Qing cultivates to a very high level, or even reaches the Foundation Establishment stage!

But he has already invested a great deal of time and energy in this wonder, and it would be a waste to treat it as a toy.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Qing decided to test the abilities of this strange object.

It can't be used in a camp, but it's a different story in a deserted wilderness.

He suddenly threw the wooden puppet in his hand forward.

The moment the little puppet left Zhang Qing's palm, it immediately resonated with Zhang Qing's soul in an indescribable way.

The wooden puppet stretched its limbs in the air and landed steadily on the ground.

The next moment, it took off running forward.

At the same time, a part of Zhang Qing's consciousness, along with the little puppet, swept across the grass and disappeared into the pile of rubble in the ruins.

The feeling of controlling it is quite amazing.

He was still himself, yet he had become a wooden puppet once again.

Running, jumping, tumbling...

The mind can move as easily as an arm!

However, as the distance increased, the external information that Zhang Qing perceived through the little puppet became increasingly blurry.

"return!"

He subconsciously issued an order.

Before long, the wooden puppet emerged from the bushes and hopped back to Zhang Qing.

Using the momentum of its sprint, it suddenly leaped high into the air.

It landed on Zhang Qing's shoulder!