"Ha!"
Jiang Ming pushed out his palm, his entire body's muscles instantly gathered into a single force.
A blazing flame erupted from the palm of his hand.
However, when the flames hit the opponent's body, they were quickly bounced away by Qi-blood, as the fiery Qi-blood didn't have much more lethality against an opponent of similar strength.
But the Severing Flame Palm's intent is related to fire.
The fiery Qi-blood is particularly vigorous, and its initial creation already stands on par with the Lion Roar Fist.
"Evil spirits fear flames, so during my next simulation cycle, I might develop towards fire... also, the Blazing Fire Ring might also restrain evil spirits..."
Just as Jiang Ming's thoughts flashed through his mind, the Severing Flame Palm in his hand, carrying a vigorous flame, erupted.
The expert with a slightly higher cultivation level than Jiang Ming was immediately sent flying.
Jiang Ming withdrew his technique and took out the cultivation resources provided by the Cultivation Space, pouring them into his mouth, then sat cross-legged on the spot in the cultivation field to refine the medicinal power.
Jiang Ming combined both movement and static cultivation, with his Qi-blood slowly but steadily climbing.
Unfortunately, Jiang Ming currently lacks an Inner Power Heart Method, so his improvements are all in Qi-blood.
The Inner Strength gifted by the simulator hardly grows without the guidance of a cultivation technique.
Jiang Ming wasn't too concerned, as balance between Inner Strength and Qi-blood is only discussed upon breaking through to Innate, so there is no issue at the moment.
Moreover, in reality, it's mainly Qi-blood that's needed to slay evil spirits.
After completing his practice with the Severing Flame Palm, Jiang Ming began practicing the Demon Slayer Saber and Wind Chasing Leg.
One is a weapon technique, and the other is a martial art combining Lightweight Skill and kicking techniques, both of which are perfectly suitable for Jiang Ming at this time.
Jiang Ming grabbed a moderately sized iron saber from the weapon rack on the edge of the martial arts practice field.
With a thought, variously sized wooden stakes rose from the sandy ground of the practice field.
Jiang Ming picked up the iron saber, which cut through the space.
With a slight movement, he nimbly leaped onto a wooden stake.
The Demon Slayer Saber and Wind Chasing Leg both belong to the precious fifty percent quota, being rewards from Jiang Ming's remaining chance conversion.
Jiang Ming didn't realize the difference until compared with Severing Flame Palm training.
The Demon Slayer Saber and Wind Chasing Leg felt as if they came with accelerators, with each practice prompting inspirations and experiences to emerge in his mind.
This feeling was as if Li Jin had demonstrated and explained them countless times before him.
Jiang Ming absorbed and understood these insights, making them his own.
The Cultivation Space was bright and sunny, never falling.
Jiang Ming was so immersed that he forgot the time, starting a never-tiring cultivation.
With an undisturbed training ground, suitable equipment, tireless sparring partners, simulated combat, and abundant resources,
this space is custom-made for cultivation.
In cultivation, time stands still...
In the Lion Roar Martial Arts Hall, inside the room, Jiang Ming abruptly opened his eyes.
The aura within him rapidly changed in an instant.
Jiang Ming's eyes immediately glanced at the two Everlasting Lamps by the bedside; his eyes could remember details, and these two lamps showed almost no change compared to before he entered the Cultivation Space.
Ten months have passed in the Cultivation Space, but just a moment in reality.
Jiang Ming exhaled a long breath.
The cultivation resources were replaced ten times, and Jiang Ming trained in the space for ten months in one go, using up all his cultivation time.
This feeling was somewhat illusory, as everything prior to entering the space remained vividly clear in his mind, as if he had never been in the Cultivation Space.
The reality was ten months of cultivation memory existed not only in his mind but his body also bore these ten months' marks.
"In a few days, I'll accept some commissioned tasks... and go out to hunt evil spirits..."
Jiang Ming's eyes flashed with an icy glint.
Jiang Ming walked out the door, familiar with his surroundings, and arrived in front of a room, the plaque above it inscribed with the word "Library."
This was the "Library Pavilion" of the Lion Roar Martial Arts Hall.
The room wasn't very large and wasn't even guarded.
Jiang Ming skillfully opened the door and began flipping through the books on the shelves.
These contained some common knowledge of the Martial Arts Realm, systematic despite being common.
The open book depicted a menacingly vivid monster.
Beside it were written various anecdotes.
Evil spirits, resentful spirits, and ghosts, these were all the terms used by ordinary people to refer to them.
Evil spirits are divided into four types.
Demons, phantoms, spirit monsters, and aberrations.
The latter three were just briefly mentioned; only the first type, demons, can be dealt with by Martial Artists.
Demons have forms, like the Black Monkey, which the book referred to as the Black Demon Monkey, a type of low-level demon that Martial Artists can handle.
Phantoms are formless and hard to find, but Martial Artists with abundant Qi-blood would not have phantoms close to them.
Spirit monsters are naturally nurtured beings; many of the so-called deities worshipped outside the Great Lii Dynasty in villages or tribes are spirit monsters, possessing intelligence and knowing how to rear the Human Race.
The description of aberrations consisted of only four words: "Flee on sight."
Most evil spirits retreat during the day, but there was no mention here of the Shadow Lock Chain that Jiang Ming had once seen.
The records here about evil spirits largely consisted of ghost stories happening in Evergreen City and its vicinity.
Indeed, Evergreen City wasn't entirely safe either.
Otherwise, the influential families wouldn't focus on training Martial Artist nursing homes.
With the patrols of Martial Artists from the City Lord's Mansion, the mortality rate among ordinary citizens wasn't high, and under official control, any rumors were eradicated from their roots.
Furthermore, the so-called Immortal Masters' presence suppressed everything, leaving no major disturbances in the city.
Hence, the city was known as an absolute safe haven.
Jiang Ming didn't know about the Thirty-Six Main Cities of Great Lii, but Evergreen City wasn't absolutely safe.
These were secrets to ordinary people but not to martial arts hall Martial Artists and influential families.
To know oneself and the enemy, win every battle, Jiang Ming patiently read through each case.
In the morning, he taught fist techniques, in the afternoon he read books, and at night he studied the Lion Roar Fist, living a simple and repetitive life for three days.
Jiang Ming set down the book in his hand and stretched.
The day was still bright; Jiang Ming stopped reading and, for the first time in three days, left the martial arts hall planning to relax on the street.
He intended to sell part of the Thousand-year-old Ginseng to buy a good saber as a transition before exchanging for the Cyan Blade.
There were many hawkers on the street, suggesting that Great Lii was a dynasty with a flourishing commodity economy.
At least the street snacks weren't bad.
Perhaps due to some special spices in this world, some street foods were even more delicious than gourmet dishes Jiang Ming had in his past life.
The blacksmith shop and pawn shop recommended by the martial arts hall were in the east of the city; Jiang Ming wasn't in a hurry and strolled along the street much like browsing a snack street in his previous life.
In no time, his hand was holding several oil-paper-wrapped snacks.
"Hmm?"
A commotion suddenly came from ahead.
A crowd was gathering.
Jiang Ming's feet unconsciously moved forward, joining the people who were gathering to watch.