Divine-Grade Spirit Technique—Profound Ice Dragon Soar

After a series of dense, muffled impacts, the target forged from refined iron was instantly riddled with holes, covered in deep cuts, each one deep enough to expose the bone.

"A little rusty..."

Bing Tianxiao shook his head, clearly dissatisfied with the result.

In a place like the Spirit Road, where spiritual power could not be used, he had long grown accustomed to using every ounce of strength to its fullest.

Now that his spiritual power had returned, its might had greatly increased, but his control had inevitably become somewhat rusty.

"Again!"

The next moment, he abruptly opened his eyes and formed a hand seal.

"Mysterious Ice Shield!"

A heavy ice shield instantly condensed before him.

Then, Bing Tianxiao called out the name of his next spirit technique:

"Myriad Flower Ice Mirror!"

As his voice fell, the air around the training ground instantly froze.

Dozens of crystalline ice mirrors appeared out of thin air, surrounding the entire area.

Every mirror reflected Bing Tianxiao's figure, making it impossible to tell which was real and which was false.

It was not until half an hour later that Bing Tianxiao finally stopped.

"Whew... I may be a little rusty, but their power is too weak."

That was only natural. After all, these were spirit techniques he had cultivated three years ago.

They were merely Spirit Grade.

Above Spirit Grade were Divine Techniques, and then the supreme Divine Arts...

Now that he was already at the mid-stage Heaven Integration Realm, these spirit techniques truly could no longer keep up.

It was time to upgrade his equipment.

With that in mind, Bing Tianxiao turned and dashed toward the family's main hall.

The Bing Family's main hall was shrouded in cold air.

Bing Xuanming sat in the seat of honor, holding a steaming cup of Spirit Tea, looking completely at ease.

"Grandpa!"

His voice arrived before he did.

A figure rushed into the hall in a blaze of haste.

Bing Xuanming raised a brow.

"Brat, what is it?"

"Give me the token for the Technique Repository. I need to replace my spirit techniques."

Bing Tianxiao did not stand on ceremony and got straight to the point.

"Fine."

Bing Xuanming felt quite gratified.

It was a good thing that his grandson was ambitious.

With a flip of his hand, a dark blue-black token appeared in his palm.

An ancient-looking character for "Bing" was engraved upon it, radiating an icy chill.

"Take it."

He casually tossed the token to Bing Tianxiao and reminded him, "There are many spirit techniques in there. Take your time choosing."

"Mm."

Bing Tianxiao caught the token and nodded slightly.

Then he turned and headed for the Technique Repository.

Watching Bing Tianxiao's hurried departing figure, Bing Xuanming smiled and shook his head. He lifted his teacup again and took a light sip.

"This kid... he's becoming more and more like I was in my youth."

Holding the token, Bing Tianxiao made his way unimpeded to the Technique Repository.

It was an ancient stone tower built against a mountain, its entire surface covered in thick ice, emanating an ancient, weathered aura.

Two gaunt-faced old men guarded the tower.

"Elder Bai, Elder Hei, long time no see."

Bing Tianxiao grinned as he cupped his hands toward the two elders, his tone carrying a hint of familiarity.

One of the elders wore white robes, with white hair and beard and a kind, benevolent face.

The other was dressed entirely in black, his expression stern and cold, never one to smile.

They were Bai Xuan and Hei Sha, the other two supreme experts of the Bing Family's Cold Abyss Branch besides Bing Xuanming.

Ordinarily, these two were as elusive as divine dragons, constantly guarding this Spiritual Art Repository and rarely showing themselves.

"It's Tianxiao."

Elder Bai slightly opened his clouded eyes, revealing a gentle smile.

The wrinkles across his face seemed to ease:

"Three years apart, and this little fellow's aura has become much steadier. Looks like he's endured quite a bit."

"Hmph."

Elder Hei snorted coldly beside him, his face still stern.

Yet the fleeting approval in his eyes could not be concealed:

"Mid-stage Heaven Integration Realm? Passable, I suppose."

Bing Tianxiao did not take offense and continued with a grin:

"You're still as serious as ever, Elder Hei. I just came out of the Spirit Road and was about to pick out a few suitable spiritual arts."

"Go on, then."

Elder Bai waved his hand.

The heavy stone door slowly opened amid a low rumble, revealing the deep and mysterious space within:

"Remember to know your limits. Don't bite off more than you can chew. What suits you is best."

"Thank you for your guidance, Elders!"

Bing Tianxiao respectfully bowed, then flashed into the stone tower.

Watching Bing Tianxiao's retreating figure vanish, Elder Hei's tightly drawn lips twitched slightly as he muttered in a low voice:

"That brat's talent far surpasses his father's. If he could temper himself in the Spirit Road for a few more years, perhaps he really could..."

"That's enough, Old Hei."

Elder Bai interrupted him, his gaze turning profound:

"A young eagle must eventually spread its wings and soar. All old bones like us can do is guard this home for them. As for how high he can fly in the future, that will depend on his own fortune."

The Spiritual Art Repository was a world unto itself.

Rows of bookshelves carved from ice stood in orderly arrangement, filled with all manner of Jade Slips and scrolls that emitted lights of every color.

An ancient, pure spiritual energy permeated the air, making one unable to resist becoming immersed in it.

Bing Tianxiao's gaze swept over the dazzling array of spiritual arts, and even he could not help feeling shocked.

Though this was merely the Spiritual Art Repository of the Cold Abyss Branch, the richness of its collection was still astounding.

High-grade spiritual arts could be found everywhere, and there were even quite a few Divine Techniques.

Bing Tianxiao's gaze quickly passed over the shelves, his fingers lightly brushing across one Jade Slip after another, each radiating a chill.

Cold Soul Palm, Extreme Ice Swordplay, Frost Sky Finger...

Though these were all decent, they were not particularly suitable for him now.

Until his gaze fell upon an entirely dark-blue scroll.

An incomparably domineering chill rushed toward him, causing the spiritual energy within his body to stir faintly.

"Profound Ice Dragon Soar..."

Bing Tianxiao softly read the four ancient, forceful characters written upon the scroll.

Why did this name sound so much like a person's name?

The question arose in his mind, but he could not remember why.

He then glanced over its contents.

This was an offensive Divine Technique.

It was precisely what he needed most right now.

Not only was it immensely powerful, but its attributes also perfectly matched the Cultivation Method he practiced.

"This is the one!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Bing Tianxiao reached directly for the scroll.

The moment his palm touched it.

The phantom ice dragons coiling around it seemed to come alive. With a roar, they transformed into a streak of light and shot into his brow.

Boom!

A massive stream of information surged into his mind in an instant, imprinting a complete and profound cultivation method for a divine technique within his memories.

Profound Ice Dragon Soar, a low-grade divine technique.

It condensed one's spiritual power into a colossal profound ice dragon, possessing terrifying might capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Once cultivated to mastery, its power could rival that of a Mid-Grade Divine Technique!

"Just as expected, this is good stuff!"

Bing Tianxiao let out a long breath, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

With this Profound Ice Dragon Soar, even when facing a Heaven Transformation Realm expert capable of controlling part of the power of heaven and earth, he would have the strength to fight!

"Still, attack methods alone aren't enough."

Bing Tianxiao put away the scroll and began searching the bookshelves again.

He already had an offensive technique.

What he needed now was an agility movement art.

After all, whether pursuing an enemy or fleeing for his life, speed was crucial.

Before long, his gaze settled on a movement art named Tread Snow Without Trace.

This was a Mid-Grade Divine Technique, considered among the finest even among movement arts.

Once cultivated to mastery, one's body would move like a ghost, leaving no trace upon the snow, making it impossible for anyone to catch even a glimpse of their trail.

"I'll choose these two!"

Bing Tianxiao nodded in satisfaction and stowed both spiritual arts away.