The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

Chapter 383 Another good spell for free

Shui Wuhen's words directly hit Xiao Han's lungs.

She slapped the table and stood up.

"Do you believe it or not, I will go and take back the spirit stones that you used to book the entire place, and let you accompany different female cultivators every day, washing their feet and massaging their feet, and serving them like a maid all night long?"

Shui Wuhen: Oh my god, this hits the nail on the head. Is this woman getting angry?

He was not in a hurry and said slowly: "Don't forget the oath of heaven."

Xiao Han snorted coldly, "If you piss me off, I don't care about the consequences. I'm also very happy to see you in trouble."

Shui Wuhen: ...

It seemed that he had really pissed off this woman, but he was just telling the truth!

"There's nothing wrong with fighting in a ring. You can learn more about fighting techniques."

Shui Wuhen comforted Xiao Han insincerely.

Xiao Han snorted again, "If you can guarantee that you won't get hurt, then it's okay to fight. But if you get hurt, then it won't be worth it."

Shui Wuhen thought about it and decided to comfort this woman who did not follow common sense and might go crazy from time to time.

"It's okay. I happen to know a high-defense spell that can instantly draw a large amount of spiritual energy from the body and condense it into a high-defense spiritual shield. I can teach you."

Xiao Han's eyes lit up instantly, and he immediately flattered, "Fellow Daoist Shui, a man like a dragon among men and a red rabbit among horses, is truly a master who hides his true strengths. Come on, tell me how to cast this defensive spell."

Shui Wuhen: "What does Red Hare mean among horses?"

Xiao Han waved his hand. "Oh, that's not important. What's important is that if I had a high-defense spell, I wouldn't have to worry about getting hurt, and I could go to the ring every day to earn spirit stones. You have to know that I spent over a hundred thousand spirit stones on you, and when I find someone to perform the story later, that will cost another large amount of spirit stones. Everything costs money, so I have to earn spirit stones."

She signed a contract with the organizer, but she had to play at least ten games. Assuming a minimum of 30,000 spirit stones per game, that would mean an income of 300,000 spirit stones.

Shui Wuhen did not deliberately make trouble, but explained in detail the method of performing this spell.

Xiao Han memorized it carefully, then ignored Shui Wuhen and began to practice it over and over again, becoming familiar with it. She didn't start meditating until she had used up most of her spiritual power.

She spent this night practicing high-defense spiritual escape, meditating to recover her spiritual power, practicing again, and meditating again.

As for Shui Wuhen, he drank up the entire pot of spirit wine and went to sleep long ago.

When Xiao Han left Xiaoyao Tower, he packed up all the remaining spiritual fruits, pastries and other food on the table and took them away.

Manager Luo had already contacted her using a communication magic weapon, informing her that the announcement for today's Jindan cultivator competition had been issued, and asked her to come before noon to prepare for the competition.

Xiao Han thought that Badou had been locked in the spirit beast bag for two days. If he was kept there any longer, he would surely start to cry and complain. He decided to go back and let Badou out first, so that he could play with Luo Mingying at home.

At the Luo family, Luo Mingying felt embarrassed when she saw the spiritual fruit cakes that Xiao Han brought back. "Sister Han, I'm really not a child. You don't have to bring me snacks every time you go out."

Xiao Han didn't want to say it directly. These were all provided for the guests in the brothel, and it would be a waste not to take them.

All I could say was, "Croton also likes to eat these, you can eat them with it."

Luo Mingying had seen the croton before, and she liked this interesting bird that could speak human language very much.

He immediately said, "Then I'll feed it some cakes."

Xiao Han didn't care how she and Badou ate or played. He let Badou out and let it play with Luo Mingying at home. He went to the shop selling spiritual beasts.

"What would you like to order today, sir?" Seeing that it was the customer who had bought monster meat a few days ago, the owner immediately went forward to greet him warmly.

Xiao Han: "The elixir I want to refine requires beast blood as a medicine guide. Please give me some fresh monster blood."

The shop owner didn't doubt her words, after all, the ingredients of elixirs were all kinds of strange.

He just asked, "What kind of monster blood do you need?"

Xiao Han: "It's all right. My elixir only needs beast blood. I don't have any other requirements."

The shopkeeper then asked, "How much do you need?"

Xiao Han thought for a moment and took out a small jade bowl. "This bowl will do."

The owner immediately took the jade bowl, picked up a large monster at random, and poured a bowl of blood into it.

"How many spirit stones?" Xiao Han asked.

The shop owner smiled and said, "You don't need to pay spirit stones for these small things. Just remember to patronize our shop next time."

Xiao Han thanked him and put the blood into the storage bag.

It would be fine for her to cut herself and let some blood flow out, or even use her spiritual power to force out a mouthful of blood.

But isn't this acting? Acting requires props, and she doesn't want to bleed in vain.

In order to make it more realistic, she didn't use ketchup but animal blood, which shows her professionalism.

She planned to make a few blood beads and put one in her mouth when she went on stage. At the critical moment, she would bite the blood bead and let the blood flow out from the corner of her mouth.

If she then acts like she's injured, wouldn't the play be more realistic?

Although her acting skills are not enough to win an Oscar, she feels that she can still handle this kind of supporting role.

After putting on inner armor and preparing the blood beads, Xiao Han was ready. Seeing that it was getting late, he went to the martial arts field.

When Manager Luo saw Xiao Han coming, he immediately took her to the room behind the Jindan cultivator's arena.

Fang Yuan has already come over and is drinking tea in the house.

Seeing Xiao Han coming, he immediately invited her to sit down and have tea, and wait until the time came before going on stage.

The two drank tea and chatted in the house, and discussed the details of the performance, oh no, the competition.

At the beginning of noon, the Jindan cultivator who was in charge of judging also came over. He was an old cultivator in the late Jindan stage.

He glanced at the newcomer Xiao Han and asked, "Do you know the rules of the game?"

Xiao Han nodded, "I know."

The old monk waved his hand and said, "Alright, go on stage."

So Xiao Han and Fang Yuan walked out of the house together and flew onto the ring.

At this moment, three or four hundred people had gathered under the arena, most of them were Foundation Establishment cultivators, and only a small number of Golden Core cultivators came to watch.

Xiao Han felt very strange. Shouldn't there be many Jindan cultivators watching the arena?

However, she didn't know that once she reached the Golden Core Realm, her vision and knowledge, as well as her understanding of magic, were no match for those of the Foundation Establishment cultivators.

If you have never seen this kind of competition, you may be very interested in it, but after watching it once or twice, you will find it boring.

But it is different for foundation-building monks. They have a natural yearning and admiration for the power of high-level monks.

Although they were protected by the forbidden light curtain, the terrifying power of the Jindan cultivators, which was far more powerful than the magic power of the foundation-building cultivators, made them excited when they sensed it through the forbidden light curtain.

After Xiao Han and Fang Yuan stood on the stage, the monks watching the fight below immediately began to whisper and comment.

A group of young monks in the Qi training stage, holding plates with betting chips on them, were moving among the crowd.