Spell Exchange
"Earlier, when you were cultivating, I noticed that your meridians seemed damaged?" Jiang Hao asked.
Recalling that day's experience, Zhiqiuyiye sighed. "I was traveling when I smelled a dense concentration of Ghost Qi. I only intended to investigate, but I ran into a Ghost King. That Old Ghost was formidable. I barely escaped his formation after risking my life, but he kept chasing me. I swallowed all the Essence Restoration Pills my master had given me in one go, and the burst of spiritual power injured my meridians."
"At the time, I was fighting for my life, thinking I could hold on for however long I could. Still, I was lucky enough to endure until Brother Jiang appeared. If not for Brother Jiang, I really would have been finished this time."
"That Ghost King was truly powerful. He had probably cultivated for five or six hundred years and knew many ghost arts—stealth, teleportation, Netherworld Ghost Claw, setting up a Ghost Formation that blotted out the sky and sun, refining a Hundred Ghosts Banner to command fierce ghosts, and demonic sounds that captured souls and snatched spirits."
At this point, Zhiqiuyiye looked at Jiang Hao, a trace of envy in his eyes. "Brother Jiang, you said before that you were an independent cultivator, but your techniques are incredibly powerful. I wonder where they came from?"
"My ancestors had cultivators among them who achieved something in the Dao. They later brought back cultivation methods and techniques. I suppose they count as family teachings," Jiang Hao said.
Zhiqiuyiye nodded, speaking with certainty. "Then one of your ancestors must have been a mighty cultivator, perhaps already a Golden Core Earth Immortal. Otherwise, he could not have passed down such profound methods."
"You know sword techniques, talisman arts, the Five Thunder Palm, and