Chapter 147 Advice
"What does this mean? What is the connection between competition and generosity?" This time it was the pale old man who asked with a little interest.

"During the first match, Junior Brother Yin threw more than 30 fire bomb talismans at once, causing the opponent's shield to shatter before he could even use his magic weapon and was defeated."

"In the next few rounds, he demonstrated his secular martial arts and exquisite fire control techniques, and with the help of talismans, he barely defeated his opponent and won the victory." The man explained.

"Not to mention martial arts and techniques, this is not surprising. Many people join us with their own skills."

"But using talismans so frequently requires a lot of spiritual stones to support it."

"It may not be a big deal for us, but for a Qi Refining Stage disciple, it is indeed a bit extravagant."

"Have you investigated this disciple?" asked the white-bearded old man with a slightly gloomy expression.

"I've checked. According to several low-level disciples who interacted with him, although he was a casual cultivator, he seemed to be proficient in the art of making talismans and had a wealthy fortune. That's why he could use low-level talismans so generously." The young man replied respectfully.

"Oh, I see. It seems that these two people are fine. But since this person is proficient in the art of making talismans, perhaps it would be more appropriate for him to belong to Huoyun Peak."

The white-bearded old man softened his expression and murmured to himself.

"Senior Brother Feng, what you said is not right. We also have a disciple in Tianquan Peak who is proficient in the art of making talismans, and we can consider promoting this talent. Senior Brother Duan, you are not really planning to snatch people away, are you?" said the cultivator named Xin with a smile.

“Haha! We at Huoyun Peak have talisman-making disciples. One more or one less won’t make too many. Naturally, we won’t take away Junior Brother Xin’s disciples.” The red-shirted monk waved his hand and said generously.

The middle-aged man surnamed Xin smiled but said nothing.

Next, these Jindan stage cultivators discussed some internal affairs of the sect and then said goodbye and left.

Yin Mo had returned to his small stone cave abode and stood outside the spirit beast room, looking solemnly at the flashing eyes in the stone chamber.

Not long ago, he finished the last round of competition and was talking to several disciples from Tianquan Peak who came up to congratulate him on his victory when the Minghun Pearl in his body suddenly began to heat up.

This surprised Yin Mo, but he soon understood that the Soul-Crying Beast in the cave had finally advanced to the final stage and was calling him.

Yin Mo was overjoyed and naturally did not say any more words to the disciples of Tianquan Peak. After saying goodbye in a hurry, he called Han Li and immediately returned to the cave.

However, when he stood outside the spirit beast room, the scene inside the stone chamber surprised him.

The stone chamber became dim and dark, filled with an eerie and terrifying atmosphere, with dark ghostly air flying everywhere and filled with countless cold and gloomy auras.

The Soul-Weeping Beast disappeared, and instead, there appeared an oval black cocoon about ten feet in size in the corner of the stone chamber. It was shiny black, with black spikes flashing on its surface, as if it was nurturing some kind of life.

Yin Mo was very excited, but there was a hint of caution on his face.

He did not rush into the stone chamber, but sat cross-legged outside the spirit beast room.

According to the classics he had read before, when a spirit beast was evolving, the best thing to do was for the owner to stay by its side, watching without interfering.

They only come to the rescue when evolution fails and life is in danger.

He decided to follow this principle.

As my heart was filled with anxiety, time passed by every second.

According to Yin Mo's estimation, the evolution of the Soul-Crying Beast would take at least several days.

However, he did not expect that after he only sat outside the stone chamber for one night, the black cocoon underwent a strange change the next morning.

Yin Mo had originally closed his eyes to rest, but he heard a crisp cracking sound. Although the sound was very low, he opened his eyes excitedly in his heart.

He saw that the cold and evil spirit in the stone chamber seemed to be sucked away by some force and gathered in a corner of the stone chamber, which was where the black light cocoon was.

As the black light flashed in the room, Yin Mo subconsciously closed his eyes. Then, a familiar yet strange breath suddenly appeared in the stone room.

Yin Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, stood up without hesitation, and gently knocked on the stone door with both hands, and the door of the spirit beast room opened.

Standing at the door, Yin Mo took a quick look and saw that the black light cocoon had shriveled into two pieces, with nothing inside.

The rest of the stone chamber was also empty.

Yin Mo was startled and was about to release his spiritual sense to investigate, but he saw a black light appear out of nowhere in the corner of the stone chamber, followed by a black shadow flying towards him.

Yin Mo was shocked and wanted to dodge, but after a moment's thought, he stood stiffly where he was.

As a result, a cold little thing suddenly flew into his arms and was caught by him.

"What is this?" Yin Mo looked at the small thing in his hand with a look of surprise on his face.

It was a fist-sized mini monkey, probably the evolved Soul-Crying Beast. Except for the fact that its fur had changed from silver-white to pitch black, there seemed to be no other changes.

However, after careful observation, Yin Mo discovered two differences from the past.

A tiny hole appeared under the nose of the Soul-Crying Beast, which was almost invisible.

This beast has always relied on the soul-devouring light it spewed out from its nose. Could this extra hole mean that it has become even more powerful?
Yin Mo felt a little amused, but still held a glimmer of hope.

Another strange thing is that a bloody evil spirit pattern appeared on the fur on the back of the Soul-Crying Beast.

The evil ghost in this pattern has a single horn and three eyes. Although blurry and elegant, it is lifelike and gives people a fierce feeling.

Yin Mo was amazed at the changes in the Soul-Crying Beast, and Yin Yue was also amazed by it, but she was completely useless against this change.

Because of the Soul-Crying Pearl, the Soul-Crying Beast seemed even more intimate with Yin Mo, rubbing against his clothes constantly.

Yin Mo held the little black monkey in one hand, a subtle emotion surged in his heart, and he couldn't help but laugh.

Yin Mo was quite interested in the Soul-Crying Beast and played with it for a while. When he saw that it looked a little tired, he smiled and carefully put it into his Soul-Beast bag.

After leaving the spirit beast room, Yin Mo went to the insect room next door to take a look. There were only a few dozen gold-and-silver gold-eating insects left, most of which had already devoured each other and were preparing to lay eggs.

Yin Mo looked at these beetles that were obviously larger than before, smiled with satisfaction, then left the insect room and entered the quiet room to begin his routine practice.

After winning the selection competition, the referee told them that the selected disciples could receive guidance from several Jindan stage monks.

But before that, they need to practice hard on their own. The time for guidance from Jindan stage monks is limited, only a few days, and they will be notified through sound transmission notes.

Yin Mo was not worried about the guidance of the Jindan stage cultivator. He knew that he could handle it easily for a few days.

Now, he held the Spirit Eye Jade in both hands and practiced silently in the secret room.

Yin Yue was also released and possessed the body of a fox demon in the next room to practice together.

Yin Yue's possession and cultivation were indeed somewhat incredible. According to her, although her weapon spirit cultivation had reached the late stage of Jindan, the demon fox body she possessed only had the cultivation of a low-level demon beast, and had just entered the threshold of a first-level demon beast. Therefore, although she could use the demon fox body to exert amazing cultivation, the duration was very short, and she could never improve the cultivation of the weapon spirit body through cultivation.

However, the cultivation of the fox demon body can be gradually improved through future practice, which is the direction of her future development.

After Yin Yue possessed the body of the fox demon, he took some low-level elixirs provided by Yin Mo, and his cultivation continued to grow at an astonishing rate.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, Yin Mo has been practicing diligently in the cave for three whole months.

During this period, Kui Huan and others came to visit again, expressed some apologies, and said that they had informed some senior teachers of Yin Mo's mastery of the art of talisman making, and hoped that Yin Mo would not mind.

Since they had already planned to use the talisman-making technique for cover-up, Yin Mo naturally didn't really care about this matter. After he politely comforted them, he sent a few people away.

As for Tianquan Peak, since Yin Mo was unexpectedly selected among the twenty-four disciples, the cold and beautiful woman named Mu also made a rare trip to the medicine garden and explained to Yin Mo the difficult problems in the Xuanbing Jue for a long time.

This made Yin Mo feel a little surprised and speechless.

Apart from these two groups of people, no one else came to disturb Yin Mo's practice.

One day, Yin Mo was practicing the Qingyuan Sword Technique in the quiet room of the cave. Suddenly, he frowned, stopped practicing, and stood up.

When he walked out of the quiet room, passed through the cave gate and entered the medicine garden, he happened to see a flame transformed from a sound transmission note flying around in the forbidden fog of the medicine garden.

Seeing this, Yin Mo gently untied the restriction, waved towards the fire, and the sound transmission note turned into a ball of fire and fell into his hands.

After a moment, he pinched his five fingers, and the flame went out, disappearing without a trace.

"Bai Fengfeng, Grandmaster Song! Could that be the female cultivator who has reached the Jindan stage and is known as the most beautiful woman in Luoyun Sect? No wonder I felt a little different these past few days!" Yin Mo muttered to himself expressionlessly.

Then, without hesitation, he raised his hand and released the flying sword magic weapon, flying straight towards Baifeng Peak.

……

Baifeng Peak is located at the eastern end of Luoyun Sect, far away from the other five peaks, exuding the aura of a solitary plum blossom proudly standing in the snow.

Although this peak is the shortest, it is lush and green with flowers and trees all over the mountain. In terms of the beauty of the scenery, it is undoubtedly the best among all the peaks, far surpassing Tianquan Peak and other peaks.

Soon, Yin Mo arrived near Baifeng Peak.

Since most of the cultivators here are female, Baifeng Peak has an unwritten rule:
If male disciples from other peaks want to enter this mountain, they must first inform the disciples at the foot of the mountain before they can enter.

Otherwise, if you fall into the restriction of Baifeng Peak, you will bear the consequences at your own risk.

Yin Mo naturally did not intend to force his way in. He stopped obediently and drove his mount to the foot of the mountain.

In front of the mountain gate, three female cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage were talking in low voices.

Seeing the strange male cultivator stop, they couldn't help but look at him curiously.

"I'm Yin Mo from Tianquan Peak. I'm here to receive instruction in cultivation from Grandmaster Song. I hope you senior sisters can pass the message on." Yin Mo said, bowing to several female disciples.

"You must be Yin Mo, right? Grandmaster has already given instructions. Junior Brother Yin, you can go directly to Chaofeng Pavilion on the top of the mountain. Grandmaster will be waiting for you there."

A young female cultivator with freckles smiled and said after hearing Yin Mo's words.

After hearing this, Yin Mo thanked him and then rode away on his mount to say goodbye.

However, when he had just flown away, the three female disciples seemed to think that Yin Mo could not hear their conversation, so they began to talk unscrupulously.

"Is this Junior Brother Yin really the one from our sect attending the Sword Trial Conference? It looks like his cultivation level isn't very high!"

"And he looks ordinary, not at all noticeable."

"Haha! You may not know this. I watched Junior Brother Yin compete with my own eyes. Let me tell you..."

Hearing this, Yin Mo smiled bitterly, withdrew his spiritual sense, shook his head, and then flew straight to the top of the mountain.

Baifeng Peak is not very high, and it didn’t take long for Yin Mo to fly to the top of the peak.

There is a flat land of a hundred feet in radius here, surrounded by clouds and mist, full of spiritual energy, like a fairyland on earth.

The only conspicuous building is a solitary pavilion, about twenty meters high, divided into three floors, built with unknown white wood, without any paint, looking elegant and simple.

Yin Mo landed in front of the pavilion and said loudly without hesitation: "Disciple Yin Mo, I pay my respects to Master Song!"

Just after saying this, Yin Mo felt a faint spiritual consciousness sweeping across his body.

He pretended to be unaware and stood there with an unchanged expression.

After a while, a woman's gentle and moving voice came from the pavilion: "Since you are here, come directly to the second floor to see me. I will wait for you here."

"Yes, Master!" Yin Mo said nothing more. He took a few steps forward and gently pushed open the wooden door.

The door of the pavilion was easily pushed open, and the inner floor was empty and deserted. There was nothing inside except a magic circle that looked like it was used for practicing martial arts.

Yin Mo took a quick look and went straight to the second floor.

The layout of the second floor was equally simple. Apart from a few wooden shelves piled with magical instruments and jade slips, there were only a few chairs and a low stone table.

As soon as he emerged onto the second floor, Yin Mo saw a woman in blue sitting on a chair, looking intently at a pile of worn bamboo slips on the table. Her cultivation seemed to be in the early stage of Jindan.

Yin Mo hesitated for a moment and was about to speak when the woman raised her head, revealing a heart-warmingly beautiful face.

"Are you Yin Mo?" the woman, who looked to be around 25 or 26 years old, asked calmly.

"Yes, Master!" Yin Mo replied respectfully.

"Well, since you can get here, it can be considered as some good fortune. I will do my best to guide you. But you can only stay in Chaofeng Pavilion for three days."

"After three days, you must leave this pavilion and Baifeng Peak. During this time, how much you can understand depends entirely on your comprehension." The woman stared at Yin Mo with bright and clear eyes and said slowly.

Yin Mo's heart moved. Although this woman's cultivation was not high, he felt as if his body and mind were being seen through by her stare at him, which surprised him a little.

With his powerful spiritual sense, he was actually sensed by the other party. It was really unbelievable.

He was secretly alert and curious at the same time, but on the surface he remained respectful and secretly practiced the Dayan Jue to protect his mind.

Just as he was secretly wondering, a strange light flashed in the woman's eyes, and she closed her eyes with a tired look.

(End of this chapter)