Bonds of the Spirit Realm
This monster came from a famous game in his previous life. Lin Xu didn't know if it existed on Blue Star, but he vividly remembered the resurrection ability of this type of monster, which was originally used by newbies to level up.
This is still in a game; in reality, how terrifying would an enemy that can constantly respawn be?
Now, such monsters might join our side...
"However, there will be a price to pay..." Lin Xu hesitated as he looked at the Fallen Shaman.
There are a total of 7 Fallen Shaman in the monster camp. Granting them all the Dharma Seed will consume 35 points of your maximum mana.
This time, he couldn't let Mengyao and the other girl do it on their own; he hoped this monster army could stand on its own in the future.
However, although these dwarfs have gained simple spellcasting abilities due to their bloodline, their intelligence attribute is not high, which means that the training period will be very long.
"There's no one available." After thinking for a moment, Lin Xu shook his head helplessly.
A thought struck him, and he used his Evil Eye to search for the adventurers he had met briefly before.
A moment later, he found his target.
Li Yingqiu moved stealthily through the dense forest, her sharp eyes sweeping across the dim woods.
She paused, her gaze falling on the clear hoof prints in the grass.
"It's Lin Lu!" Li Yingqiu's eyes lit up.
Although the medicinal herbs were valuable, they were scarce. She didn't expect good luck to come again, but these wild beasts were a resource that was within easy reach!
Even a piece of wood is useful in the Spirit Realm; deer hides can be made into leather armor, and deer blood and meat are always in high demand.
The hoof prints were fresh and moist, with bits of undried moss still clinging to the edges—less than fifteen minutes had passed!
She quietly slipped through the bushes, crouching low and moving swiftly along the trail. In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, she saw a herd of forest deer ahead, their heads bowed as they licked the stream water, their necks elegant and firm.
Li Yingqiu held her breath and quietly formed a low-level concealment talisman with her fingertips. The cyan light flashed and then disappeared. She slowly approached using the shadow of the weeping willows by the stream, took out her hunting bow, nocked an arrow, and drew it taut. The bowstring trembled slightly like a heartbeat.
But then, her gaze froze—passing through the herd of deer, she saw a tall, slender figure standing quietly on the other side of the stream, his bright red Daoist robe motionless in the breeze.
Lin Xu glanced at Li Yingqiu, who had drawn her bow and nocked an arrow. With a flash of his spirit lamp, an invisible wind blade silently swept across the water's surface, striking the stag she had chosen. A thin mark appeared on its neck, and before it could bleed, it collapsed to the ground.
Startled, the deer scattered and fled, splashing water like shattered jade.
Li Yingqiu's pupils constricted sharply. "It's a Daoist priest!"
Spellcasters are extremely rare among adventurers. They are mostly honored guests of a certain faction, and when they are occasionally encountered in the Spirit Realm, they are always closely protected by adventure teams.
This was the first time in all these years that she had ever seen a Daoist priest wandering alone in the wilderness.
"Come over and let's talk." Lin Xu raised his hand and gently stroked the spirit lamp, the flame flickering between his fingers like a living thing. "Consider this stag a gift from me to you."
Li Yingqiu remained motionless, the arrow tip slightly lowered.
Encountering fellow countrymen in the Spirit Realm isn't necessarily a good thing. There are no laws here, and adventurers only care about strength and profit.
Lin Xu was not surprised by her wariness. He took a step forward, his figure nimbly skimming across the stream, covering the three-zhang distance in an instant.
The stag lying on the ground was lifted up by an invisible spiritual force and landed in front of Li Yingqiu: "Skin it while it's hot; if it cools down, the blood will congeal, and the skin will be difficult to peel."
Li Yingqiu slowly lowered her hunting bow, her eyes filled with doubt and wariness. "Why did you help me?"
Seeing Lin Xu's attire, she knew she had encountered a master.
The faint spiritual light emanating from that red Daoist robe was clearly some kind of high-level magical artifact. Just this robe alone could buy a building in a first-tier city in reality!
"It's rare to meet someone from my hometown in real life; it's much more interesting than a bunch of dull NPCs." Lin Xu smiled. "When did you arrive here?"
"One day ago." Li Yingqiu hesitated for a moment.
I wasn't lying.
He nodded. "Why are you alone?"
In the Spirit Realm, lone travelers like him are extremely rare; most adventurers travel in groups.
Teaming up with several complementary professionals offers a much higher chance of survival and resource acquisition efficiency than going it alone.
"Something came up at home, which delayed me, and I missed the deadline." Li Yingqiu lowered her eyes, her fingertips unconsciously tracing her bowed posture.
Lin Xu nodded knowingly.
According to research on the Spirit Realm by various countries, the terrain here is constantly changing irregularly, and each reset will involve a hidden "Bond" assessment.
The term "Bond" refers to the connection between the adventurer and the Spirit Realm world they inhabit.
The stronger the correlation, the higher the probability of being stuck in the same place after resetting; conversely, the next time you enter, you will be randomly thrown to any plate – equivalent to undergoing the Spirit Realm Trial again, which is extremely dangerous even for experienced adventurers.
When adventurers leave the Spirit Realm, this Bond will automatically weaken, returning to zero after about a week—just as long as the "recharge" time for the Source Fire.
Of course, this refers to ordinary adventurers. But for someone like Lin Xu, who seized Azure Cloud Mountain as his territory and is a true disciple of Xuanwei Monastery, his Bond will not diminish no matter how long he stays in reality.
Moreover, because of him, a solid Bond has been formed between Azure Cloud Mountain and Xuanwei Monastery, and the two places will not be separated due to the refresh of the Spirit Realm.
"Are you short of money?" Lin Xu glanced at her pockets, the shimmering light revealing her haul.
Li Yingqiu instinctively clutched her pocket. "It's... my sister is sick, she needs a lot of money..."
He nodded. "Coincidentally, I have some goods. Do you think they'll sell well?"
With a thought from Lin Xu, several broken weapons floated in mid-air, their blades cracked and their spiritual patterns dimmed.
"These are the weapons of those patrolling mountain monsters," Li Yingqiu's gaze sharpened.
Can these be sold?
The next moment, she realized she was wrong.
The spirit lamp in Lin Xu's hand shone brightly, and a wisp of flame coiled around the broken weapon like a snake. In just a few breaths, the fragments of the broken weapon melted in the flame.
Before Li Yingqiu's horrified eyes, the molten liquid flowed and reshaped like a living thing, eventually solidifying in mid-air into a long sword with a chilling gleam.
Several mysterious talismans were quietly imprinted on the spine of the sword, the crimson blade lost its intense heat, and the flames quickly returned to the spirit lamp.
Fine blue patterns appeared on the sword's blade, resembling hidden mountain formations, with a slight curve at the spine, like the rising moon Azure Cloud Mountain.
Lin Xu lightly flicked the blade with his fingertips, and a clear, resonant dragon's roar echoed, its lingering sound still ringing out, "What do you think of this sword?"
Li Yingqiu's eyes widened, her breathing rapid. "This... this sword can sell for 15 Heaven Silver on the market!"
15 Heaven Silver are equivalent to 15 strings of Dharma Coin, approximately 750,000 yuan!
This one sword alone is almost enough for her to buy a life-saving elixir!