The Dodge Technique required constant practice to refine it to perfection.
Chen Lin practiced in the courtyard until he was drenched in sweat early that morning, then cast a Cleansing Spell on himself and sat down to rest.
With a casual flick, he sent out a Fireball Spell to ignite a pile of firewood, then took out a piece of monster beast meat and set it over the flames to roast.
Before long, the aroma of meat filled his nostrils.
He was growing increasingly accustomed to life as a cultivator, and increasingly enamored with it. If not for his fear of encountering danger, these days would truly have been carefree and comfortable.
Unfortunately, cultivators were still human. Where there were people, there were desires, and where there were desires, there were conflicts.
To live in peace, he could only row against the current and strive to reach the headwaters.
He ate his fill.
While digesting his meal, Chen Lin took out the pile of Ancient Cultivator Junk he had bought.
There were a dozen or so assorted pieces, mostly broken jade fragments and tattered pages made from some unidentified material.
He simply wanted to see whether he could glean any useful knowledge from them.
If he happened to unearth an overlooked treasure, that would be wonderful.
Since the outer sections of the Ancient Cultivator Cave Abode had collapsed, everything had been dug out of the earth, and most of it had already corroded.
Of course, anything that could corrode was low-grade. Higher-grade immortal cultivation items would not deteriorate naturally even after hundreds or thousands of years.
He picked up the tattered pages first and examined them carefully, one by one.
He had painstakingly selected these at the stalls, and they were relatively intact. However, they were all written in ancient