Learning the Immortal Slaying Sword required fifty thousand Skill Points. In terms of technique level, it was on par with the Demon Slaying Platform; both belonged to Upper Realm techniques.
Lu Bei had eighty thousand Skill Points in stock, more than enough to learn the Immortal Slaying Sword. He could even afford another Heavenly Scripture character.
He was not short on Skill Points for the time being. If all else failed, he could advance straight to the Mahayana Stage and receive another huge batch of Skill Points. The problem was his stored experience. After several consecutive version updates, his daily experience income had grown worse and worse. Some time ago, after farming the Lu Wu clan dry, he had barely managed to push his reserves up to a hundred billion.
The Star Dou Formation had yet to be fully assembled. These days, he could only farm the sturdy men of Gu Mi and the Phoenix Clan. They did not earn much—just enough to scrape by.
Those glorious days of earning a hundred billion a day could now only be revisited in his dreams.
Damn it. If that bastard Zhulong had not ruined his good thing, learning a mere Immortal Slaying Sword would have been as easy as wishing for it. Why would he have to split a single bit of experience into two portions?
Lu Bei cursed Zhulong for meddling. When he came back to himself, his right hand, acting beyond his control, had already slipped into Lin Jushui's collar. Unable to bear the humiliation, she closed her eyes, her lashes trembling faintly.
Interesting. This woman should be worth quite a bit of experience, right?
Experience delivered right to his door was not to be wasted. Lu Bei's thoughts turned, and he instantly came up with a plan.
He lifted