Chapter 50: Foundation Building Stage! The Second Magical Power!
I randomly picked an empty stone chamber, which was about ten feet long, with a round mound in the center and emerald green gourds hanging around it.

The round mound is half a foot in size, and is surrounded by eight lifelike mini dragon heads carved with their mouths open in swallowing gestures.

As long as spiritual power is poured into it, fire will boil inside, and it is extremely useful for refining pills and weapons.

It’s a pity that Yin Mo can’t use these.

He just sat cross-legged and flipped his right hand, and an exquisite brocade box appeared in his hand.

When you open the lid, a strong medicinal aroma hits your nose.

He pinched the foundation-building pill with his two fingers and swallowed it directly into his mouth.

The foundation-building pill melted in the mouth and instantly turned into boiling medicinal power, pouring into the dantian.

In an instant, Yin Mo felt as if there was a ball of fire burning in his dantian.

But his limbs were extremely cold. Such changes in temperature were quite novel.

At the same time, the heat flow in the Dantian suddenly disappeared and turned into sharp knives that constantly stirred Yin Mo's Dantian.

If he had not practiced the spiritual art with Mo Jiao and had not had an extremely strong body, he would have probably fainted from the pain by now.

As the power of the foundation-building pill melted, wisps of black gold energy slowly flowed out from the surface of the body.

A faint dark golden light surrounded Yin Mo.

If someone were here and saw Yin Mo, they would just think of him as a dark golden body.

Time flies, and the years fly by.

A year passes in the blink of an eye.

"call!"

Yin Mo exhaled lightly and looked up into the air.

I saw an attribute bar visible only to myself appear in front of me.

【Yin Mo】

[Realm: Early stage of foundation building]

[Spiritual Root: Wind Spiritual Root]

[Kung Fu: Spiritual Skill (Second Level) Dayan Skill (Second Level)]

[Magic Powers: Black Gold Body Refining, Dragon Thunder]

[Spells: Wind Blade, Wind Curse, Puppetry]

Looking at the attribute bar in front of him, a hint of joy flashed in Yin Mo's eyes.

After breaking through the foundation-building stage, Yin Mo's spiritual communication skills were also cultivated to the second level.

In this way, he also obtained the second magical power of the Black Dragon - Dragon Thunder.

Yin Mo slowly raised his right hand, and in an instant, surging purple thunder condensed in front of him out of thin air.

The blinding thunder continued to gather in the palm of his hand.

In the blink of an eye, it became as big as a human head.

Just this one dragon thunder had already consumed 30% to 40% of Yin Mo's spiritual power.

This means that Yin Mo can only use two or three dragon thunders at most.

"It can be considered as my best magic trick!"

Yin Mo murmured softly, and the purple dragon thunder in his hand turned into a crisp crackling sound and disappeared in the air.

After taking a deep look at the stone chamber in front of him, Yin Mo pushed the door open and walked in.

What caught my eye was still that ugly man.

He was still sleeping soundly on the table. Hearing the noise behind him, he got up with an impatient look on his face.

He chuckled, "Can't you be gentler?"

Yin Mo glanced at the ugly man, and the surge of his foundation-building cultivation frightened him so much that he trembled. He quickly bowed and said, "Greetings, Uncle Master!"

Yin Mo didn't care about this. He waved his sleeves, turned into a black shadow, and escaped from Yuelu Palace in an instant.

Yin Mo did not choose to return to Xuankun Mountain, but came to the meeting hall.

After reaching the foundation-building stage, Yin Mo was able to open up his own cave.

There is no need to crowd into Xuankun Mountain anymore. Council Hall.

The two young disciples guarding the gate did not dare to be negligent after sensing Yin Mo's Foundation Establishment aura.

They all stepped forward, bowed and saluted:
"Uncle Master, is there anything I can help you with?"

There is a strict hierarchy within the sect, and strength represents everything.

Even if he is a hundred-year-old man, and his cultivation level is only at the Qi training stage, when he sees Yin Mo, he can still only call him uncle.

"Is Sect Leader Zhong here? I need to see you for something!"

Yin Mo's expression remained normal and he said calmly.

The two Qi training disciples looked at each other, and then the disciple on the left stepped forward and bowed: "The master has gone to the Baiji Hall to do some work, and should be back soon!"

The disciple on the right smiled and stepped aside to greet him: "How about Uncle Master go to the hall to rest for a while?"

Yin Mo nodded slightly and glanced at the disciple on his left, who was quite smart.

He quickly led Yin Mo into the main room.

The house is spotless and has an ancient atmosphere. There are calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, which shows that Master Zhong is quite fond of calligraphy and painting.

After half a stick of incense.

Sect Leader Zhong then stepped into the house.

I saw a tall young man wearing Huangfenggu clothes, with his hands behind his back, looking at the painting of a white crane on the wall.

"At the age of less than 20, he has already broken through the foundation-building stage!"

"It's still an extraordinary spiritual root. It seems that I should report it to the masters. I hope they can accept me as their disciple!"

"This boy has a good chance of forming a pill in the future!"

With this in mind, Sect Leader Zhong looked at Yin Mo with more fondness, then he took a step forward, looked at Yin Mo and said:
"Junior Brother Yin is truly gifted. He has already broken through to the foundation-building stage before he was even 20 years old!"

Listening to Master Zhong's words, Yin Mo neither humbly nor arrogantly bowed and said, "Master Brother, I am honored to meet you!"

"Master, I was lucky enough to succeed in building my foundation a few days ago, so I came to ask the master to grant me the right to open a cave."

Yin Mo didn't want to waste time, so he went straight to the point and stated his purpose.

"I see!"

Sect Master Zhong suddenly realized and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Yin has broken through the foundation-building stage, and it is indeed time for him to use his own cave!"

After some greetings, Yin Mo successfully wrote his name on a white jade butterfly.

In this way, I can be considered registered.

You can freely open up a cave in Huangfeng Valley.

“Junior Brother Yin, give it to me!”

Sect Leader Zhong tapped the storage bag on his waist and took out three mid-level spirit stones and five small flags covered in thin white mist.

Without waiting for Yin Mo to ask, Sect Leader Zhong began to introduce enthusiastically.

"These spirit stones are a one-time reward that every disciple who has just established his foundation will receive. In the future, one mid-level spirit stone will be distributed for free every year."

"As for these mysterious flags, they are necessary for opening up the cave."

"Thank you, Senior Brother!"

Yin Mo took the spirit stone formation flags and expressed his gratitude.

Three mid-level spirit stones, or three hundred low-level spirit stones, are enough to buy a top-level magic weapon.

As for the formation, it can only resist some ordinary wild beasts, which is better than nothing.

For Yin Mo today, these things are not worth mentioning, but there is no reason to refuse something for free.

After leaving the meeting hall, Yin Mo did not rashly open up a cave, but went to Qilin Pavilion.

In the original novel, Han Li rented a double-eyed rat here and luckily discovered a spiritual eye spring.

I just don't know if I will have this good luck.

Yin Mo muttered in his heart, and then landed on the Qilin Pavilion's Qishou Mountain reception platform. Immediately, a low-level female disciple came over and saluted Yin Mo:
"Uncle Master, are you here to rent a spirit beast?"

After saying this crisply, the female disciple, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, couldn't help but reveal a look of anticipation.

(End of this chapter)