Obtaining Earth Bullet Technique

Under the cloak of night.

On the simple wooden bed in his humble dwelling, Du En sat in meditation, gradually easing the exhaustion of body and mind.

"My current limit is six times a day, no, five and a half, but just in case, it's best to set it at four times. If I accumulate a little over ten times, then, after forty-nine days, I can break through to a new stage."

As he pondered, he willed his thoughts and summoned his status panel.

[Age: 18/91]
[Spiritual Root: Low Grade]
[Cultivation Level: Early Qi Refining (14/100)]
[Cultivation Technique: Yellow Earth Technique (Initial Glimpse 0/20)]
[Spells: None]
[Divine Abilities: None]
[Arts: None]

"My cultivation accumulation has directly increased by two points. It's the breakthrough in my cultivation technique that brought about such a significant and direct short-term impact, saving me eight months of time..."

"No, the efficiency of my cultivation has increased by about ten percent overall, and I'm practicing my technique twice as many times each night as before, so it should be less than four months."

Du En calculated with a touch of obsessive-compulsiveness, and he was quite satisfied with the situation.

Although this cultivation speed still seemed quite slow, as long as he improved the proficiency of his cultivation technique, it would snowball, growing bigger and bigger.

The future was promising.

After finishing his thoughts, he opened his eyes and took out his unexpected gains from the day.

It was a small bag he had cleaned while washing his clothes.

Because the opening was tied tightly, the papers inside had not gotten wet.

After opening it, he thought for a moment and decided not to take out the three finger-sized, crystal-clear low-grade Spirit Stones. He would keep them with the three low-grade Spirit Stones he received as wages half a month ago.

Don't put all your eggs in one basket; similarly, don't put all your Spirit Stones in one bag.

To be honest, if the corpse hadn't accidentally broken in half, with its internal organs rotting and liquefying into a sloppy mess, this memento would have been buried with it.

"No, that barren land is very strange. The outcome might have been the same as those corpses, completely dissolved within a few days, leaving only some lingering dark soil."

He felt no regret or pity about the possibility of hidden mementos within the corpses he had buried earlier.

After all, who knew if those corpses were benevolent? What if they were carriers of poison? He might have died while searching their bodies for treasures.

However, when his cultivation level was higher in the future, his body became more resilient, his Magic Power more potent, and if the target was suitable, he might risk trying to search their stomachs and intestines.

As he thought this, Du En had already taken out the piece of paper and slowly unfolded it.

"This is... Earth Bullet Technique?"

He saw that the palm-sized paper was densely covered with tiny characters. After identifying and reading them, it turned out to be an excerpt of a spell.

"It's a bit abrupt and incomplete, with some deliberately vague parts, but overall, it can still be figured out and practiced..."

The short hundred-odd characters seemed to contain profound meaning, appearing rather obscure and slightly incomplete, likely intentionally so.

However, as long as he grasped the basic framework, learned it, and could cast it, the rest would be a matter of continuous practice, leading to natural mastery.

No big problem.

Du En didn't immediately delve into studying it. His body and mind were still exhausted. So, he just memorized it firmly and then destroyed it.

He retied the bag tightly and placed it in another corner of the room.

While hiding it, he couldn't help but ponder the impact of this unexpected gain.

Mainly, it concerned the arrangement of his night cultivation.

Cultivating the technique, practicing spells.

If possible, he wanted to balance both optimally.

"Ensuring four sessions of focused cultivation should be fine. After all, my limit is five and a half sessions, meaning there's still capacity for one and a half sessions to squeeze in spell practice and Magic Power recovery after practice."

If it's just Magic Power recovery, it doesn't require full concentration and can be done more slowly, further reducing the burden.

So, the problem is still not significant.

Moreover, as long as he accumulated proficiency, even without a qualitative change, this leeway would become greater and greater, rising like water levels.

The light in the room had subtly changed without him noticing.

Dawn was breaking.

Du En stopped thinking and returned to his bed to catch up on sleep.

He slept until the sun had fully risen.

Knock knock!

Someone couldn't resist knocking on the door.

"Boss Du, are you awake?"

But Du En was slow to leave his room, and someone knocked. The sound was soft.

Even before the knocking, Du En had heard footsteps and opened his eyes. He sat up now, shaking his head slightly to clear the lingering fatigue.

"You're awake."

He said this as he got up and opened the door.

Outside, the other five Corpse Buriers were all waiting for Du En.

They were efficient. Without a word, Du En changed into the clothes that still held a faint odor after washing, picked up his shovel, closed the door, and led the way to work.

The morning sun in the southern border was gradually growing scorching.

The weary, bottom-tier laborers, still half-asleep and looking like walking corpses, flowed like schools of fish from their dwellings towards the main road. They moved forward, making way for various transport vehicles, dispersing to their assigned locations.

Du En and his group turned off the main road and entered the small path in the mountains. They began to skillfully wrap their heads and faces with thick cloth, leaving only their eyes exposed.

Because the stench of corpses was already starting to spread, this small path was now littered with fresh bodily fluids and remains, all left from transporting corpses not long ago.

Some scavengers, like the Strange Owls, were currently enjoying their feast.

Facing the passage of Du En and the others, these "living corpses," they bared their teeth protectively over their food.

If they truly blocked the way, Du En, walking at the front, would simply swat them away with his shovel. So, over time, the scavenging beasts here had learned their lesson and would try their best to avoid the middle of the path.

This way, Du En wouldn't randomly hit or chase them either. They could coexist peacefully, brushing past each other.

To Wei Ming, the newcomer, this strange yet harmonious order was truly shocking and hard to accept.

Coupled with the many stimuli he'd experienced during yesterday's work, the accumulated fatigue, the difficulty of staying full, and the need to find time and energy to cultivate, he had become dazed and absent-minded.

When he came to his senses, he found they had already arrived at their workplace: the desolate burial ground in the mountains.

A foul stench permeated the air. Corpses were laid out on the ground, arranged in a relatively neat manner.

"Sixty-eight bodies. Not too bad, not too many."

Du En glanced at them, then pointed to the northwest corner of the burial ground. "It's just that the burial spot today is a bit far. Hmm, I'll team up with Wei Ming again. The four of you can decide amongst yourselves."

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