Experts Are Accustomed to High Places

"So, simply playing the role of a monk is enough to condense the corresponding module?" Lu Bai raised an eyebrow, rubbing his still-prickly shaven head.

"That must be the reason for the lowered difficulty mentioned in the prompt, and besides that, there's likely the factor of the Special Extraction Point."

Previously, Lu Bai had found it difficult to understand why someone possessing extraordinary power would attack him.

Now, however, it seemed it might be related to the fact that Death Compensation could be converted into Special Extraction Points.

"Based on my previous intuition, my method for condensing modules was missing something, and the Special Extraction Point can make up for that. In other words, these Special Extraction Points might be extremely precious."

"The other party likely knew this, which is why they came to snatch this compensation," Lu Bai concluded.

As for the system prompt, Lu Bai clicked 'No' without hesitation.

The [Buddha] module wasn't necessarily useful, and with the value of Special Extraction Points still unclear, there was no need to be so wasteful.

After changing his clothes, Lu Bai didn't rush to leave; instead, he strolled leisurely around Miaokong Temple.

In martial arts novels, there are two groups one cannot avoid: Taoists and monks.

Generally speaking, these two groups have the highest probability of possessing martial arts.

Miaokong Temple wasn't large, nor were there many people, and Lu Bai soon found the temple's 'Scripture Repository'—which was, in reality, just a small room containing sutras.

To Lu Bai's disappointment, there were no so-called martial arts manuals inside, only some rather ordinary scriptures.

However, it wasn't without its gains.

As Lu Bai read these scriptures, he could feel that the condensation of the [Buddha] module was becoming easier. He estimated that after finishing one volume, he would be able to extract it even without using a Special Extraction Point.

"So, as long as I obtain the relevant elements, I can extract the corresponding module?" Lu Bai pondered the method of extraction.

He didn't rush to read through the scriptures to extract the module, however, but instead set the book down and walked outside.

Before long, he climbed over the wall and reached the main street.

He pressed his palms together, calling everyone he met 'Benefactor' and chanting 'Amitabha' with every other breath.

Many pious men and women returned his greeting upon seeing him.

It was during this process that Lu Bai felt the condensation speed of the [Buddha] module accelerating.

Of course, besides that, Lu Bai received another prompt.

[Consume one Special Extraction Point to condense the elemental module [Deception]. Do you wish to condense it?]

"Just as I thought. Every action will condense relevant modules, and because the difficulty threshold has been lowered, condensing related modules isn't particularly hard."

"It's just not worth it."

Time is also a cost; for instance, reading a Buddhist sutra seriously requires a significant amount of time.

Although the panel didn't explicitly state it, Lu Bai could feel that his time in this dimension was limited.

"Therefore, I must distinguish between primary and secondary goals and understand my own core needs."

"I want the ability to resurrect; I want extraordinary power."

"The former is hard to say for now, but for the latter, this world should possess something like martial arts."

"So, I must obtain things related to martial artists, acquire them, and practice them."

"And in the process, if the opportunity arises, I must also deal with that gang of bandits who came for my Death Compensation."

With his goals set, Lu Bai felt confident about what he needed to do next.

He walked a few steps to the inn where the strange woman had stayed and checked in.

A woman with such an incongruous style must represent all sorts of problems; trying to understand the situation in this dimension by starting with her might be a good choice.

As for the funds for the room, he could just 'borrow' some from some kind-hearted people on the road.

Before the dimension shifted, Lu Bai had spent years mingling in the Martial Forest of that era; he was a personal martial arts trainee with two and a half years of practice.

He had fended for himself, so he knew all sorts of underhanded tricks, and he didn't lack combat power.

If not for his bad luck in dying due to the dimensional shift, he would certainly have had a place among those standing at the top.

"But it's not too late. I will definitely reach the center of this magnificent world."

Lu Bai sat by the window, watching the unfamiliar scenery outside, waiting for his opportunity.

Later, Lu Bai asked the waiter for a bowl of plain noodles. As the noodles arrived, Lu Bai's expression shifted slightly at a certain look from the waiter.

Once the waiter left, Lu Bai moved his mind to trigger something, and a thumb-sized golden cube appeared in his hand.

"[Buddha]: Elemental module, a module possessing the 'Buddha' attribute." The panel provided the corresponding information.

After playing the role of a monk along the way, this module had finally been condensed.

He opened his skill bar, and with a thought, the module was slotted into it.

He waited for a moment, but nothing happened.

"So, a single module doesn't have any effect?" Lu Bai checked himself and found that, other than his temperament becoming more like a monk's, there were no other changes.

Lu Bai wasn't particularly disappointed; he would just take it slow. In any case, he didn't want to be a monk.

The night gradually deepened, and the once-bustling street grew empty. The night wind turned somewhat eerie at this moment, carrying a hint of bone-chilling cold.

Lu Bai closed his eyes to rest, only to hear some unusual movements.

He rose quietly, controlled his breathing, and approached the window that had been left ajar, listening to the commotion on the roof.

Do these experts all enjoy discussing matters from such heights? Lu Bai mused to himself.

On the roof, the woman from earlier that day stood with her silk garments fluttering in the wind, seemingly unfazed by the chill.

Opposite her stood a middle-aged man with a face full of scars.

"I wonder what brings the Phoenix Flying Lady of the Holy Land here?" the middle-aged man asked, his face full of confusion as he inquired about her intentions.

"Flower Face, stop pretending. Since your Hundred Flower Grave dared to do it, weren't you afraid we would come knocking?" Phoenix Flying Lady said with a delicate laugh.

"Attack!" However, the only response she received was a low shout from the man called Flower Face.

The next moment, many men in black leaped out from the inn, and throwing stars and hidden weapons flew toward Phoenix Flying Lady.

Facing this ambush, Phoenix Flying Lady merely chuckled. With a flick of her hand, the light silk of her attire rose up, wrapping around her like a rapid vortex.

When those hidden weapons touched the silk, they were deflected, flying back toward Flower Face.

Flower Face, however, had already clenched his fists and held them before him in a strange posture. The moment the weapons flew toward him, his hands began to move with incredible speed.

His fingers seemed forged from refined steel; the high-speed projectiles could not get near him before being swatted away by his hands.

"To be able to train Flower Fist to this extent, it seems you haven't slacked off over the years." Phoenix Flying Lady stopped her ribbons, completely unconcerned by the men in black surrounding her.

"After all, I have kept the 'blessing' you bestowed upon me close to my heart." Flower Face touched the scar on his face as if he were caressing the most precious thing in the world.

"If you want to reminisce, do it now while you still can. From the moment I discovered your tracks, your time has been running out," Phoenix Flying Lady said with a look of disgust.

"Discovered? Do you really think those tracks were left behind by our carelessness?"

"You lackeys of the Outer Realm Demon don't have much time left."

Flower Face shouted, lunging forward with his hands swinging, creating a whistling sound. The surrounding men in black remained silent, drawing their weapons and coordinating their movements to surround Phoenix Flying Lady.

"A trap?" Phoenix Flying Lady arched a delicate eyebrow. Her ribbons shot out; though they were light, flowing garments, at that moment they struck with the weight of heavy hammers, slamming into a nearby man in black.

The man in black flew backward, crashed onto the roof, and tumbled into the room, feeling pain throughout his entire body.

Yet, he struggled to stand, trying to climb back up to continue the fight against that woman.

It was then that he saw a young monk looking at him with a face full of surprise.

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