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The fierce look in his eyes. If it wasn't for the fact that this was the Martial Skill Pavilion, Murong Feng would have already made his move if he wasn't afraid of making Xia Jingxue unhappy.

"Go back and wash up and sleep."

Ignoring the vicious eyes behind him, Ao Lingchen's mouth twitched and he coldly snorted.

He took a step forward and gently looked at the beautiful girl in front of him. He chatted with her softly and slowly walked towards the skill area.

"You dare to humiliate me? Very well, just you wait. One month later, I will make you unable to help but die! " Murong Feng gritted his teeth and clenched his fists as he looked at the back of the person he liked laughing and leaving. A crisp sound of bones rubbing against each other rang out.

Ao Lingchen did not pay attention to what happened behind him. He did not think it was important. He walked with Xia Jingxue to the area of the martial arts with a relaxed mood.

Standing in front of the bookshelf, Xia Jingxue squatted down in front of the bookshelf. From the top to the bottom, through the thin dress, one could see two lumps of milky white that made one's blood boil.

After a quick glance, Ao Lingchen turned his eyes away. Although the scene in front of him was tempting, he knew that he could not casually blaspheme his childhood friend.

However, men, even boys, had a very strange thought. When he was curious about something, he could not help but want to take a few more glances.

Ao Lingchen spent that sour and pleasurable time with a glance.

"I am the only one who knows about this Creation Spell. My father told me about it. Although it doesn't have the essence of your Ao family's Mixed Essence Arts, it's still a pretty decent cultivation technique. I believe it will be helpful to you! "

After searching under the bookshelf for more than ten seconds, Xia Jingxue stood up with a black scroll covered in dust in her delicate and fair hands. The skirt of the skirt also covered her chest as she stood up.

After walking out of Martial Skill Pavilion, Ao Lingchen accompanied Xia Jingxue for a stroll around the academy at Xia Jingxue's request. It was only when the sun set and the sky gradually darkened that he left and returned to his room.

After returning to his room and locking the door, Ao Lingchen walked to the side of the table and sat down powerlessly.

He also casually placed the scroll on the table.

Ao Lingchen looked at the scroll on the table and a few wrinkles appeared on his forehead. He said with a bitter smile, "This time, I owe this girl another favor."

"However, this little girl has also caused me some trouble."

Recalling that this little girl had another love rival because of him, Ao Lingchen gave a thought-provoking smile.

Ao Lingchen had naturally heard of Murong Feng's reputation. He was an influential figure in the Tianwu, ranked sixth on the Tianwu's Wind and Cloud Ranking. His Martial Master Late Period cultivation base was even more threatening than Ximen Guang's.

It was said that he was a disciple of a big family that came from the Imperial Capital. He had stayed here for a year because of his love for Xia Jingxue.

However, so what?! Ao Lingchen's enemies were more powerful than Murong Feng. The biggest threat was the Ye family, and they tried to kill him. Now, they were still alive and well.

When there were more enemies behind him, he didn't really care about the jealous Murong Feng. If it really didn't work out, he would just kill one more!

"Why do you care so much? Now that the cultivation technique has been obtained, how can there be so much time to waste!" His gaze fell on the yellowed scroll on the table, and he recalled the actions of that little girl, Bai Jingxue, who had hidden the scroll. Ao Lingchen's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. "It's so mysterious, it really makes me look forward to this cultivation technique!"

He picked up the scroll on the table and gently pulled the axis on it. Five bright yellow words appeared in his eyes.

He looked at the vigorous and powerful words that jumped up and down, and opened them with anticipation.

The densely packed information on the unfurled scroll appeared before his eyes. Those words were like living elves.

"Creation Spell, middle-grade Mystic rank. Extracting the energy of all things, absorbing the energy of heaven and earth to nourish the energy in the dantian. Cultivating to the major completion and absorbing the purity of the spiritual energy, the speed of extracting the energy of all things is comparable to high-grade Mystic rank!"

His eyes flickered and his expression was solemn. He carefully read the general contents of the scroll. After a long while, Ao Lingchen lightly breathed in a breath of cold air. This cultivation method was indeed worthy of being the treasure that the dean had specially given to the little girl.

From the fact that there were only a few top-grade Xuan rank cultivation techniques in the entire Twilight City, this Creation Spell was definitely a rare existence.

Cultivation techniques were even rarer compared to martial techniques. Cultivation techniques of the same level were often twice as expensive as martial techniques. When a cultivation method was above the Profound rank, the cultivation speed or purity of each rank would have a huge change. Very few cultivation methods could be compared to the effects of a higher rank in the end.

But now, this Creation Spell was able to do it by relying on its special nature, and forcefully did something inconceivable. How could Ao Lingchen not be shocked by this?

His throat rolled and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva. A bright light flashed in Ao Lingchen's eyes. Although the Creation Spell wasn't as powerful as the Mixed Essence Arts passed down in his family, as long as he cultivated it to its limit... The effect wouldn't be much different.

"The prerequisite for cultivating the Creation Spell is to feel the force of nature?"

Ao Lingchen's eyes fell on the key points behind the scroll. He frowned and fell into a short silence. He felt a little irritated in his heart.

Ao Lingchen had heard of the term Force of Nature before, but it was a kind of vague power. Compared to the Qi of Heaven and Earth, he had never heard of anyone cultivating this kind of power.

With doubt in his heart, Ao Lingchen did not find the answer he wanted under the scroll. There was only the word Nature written on it.

"Force of Nature." Ao Lingchen opened and closed his mouth. A trace of bitter thought appeared between Ao Lingchen's brows. His thoughts from these two words only extended to nature.

According to Ao Lingchen's guess, if he wanted to absorb the so-called power of nature, he should merge it with nature. Merging with nature, the most straightforward idea was the forest. It was often described as nature there!

If the natural energy could be absorbed in the forest, it wouldn't be difficult.

With a thought, Ao Lingchen had already decided where he should go to cultivate the Creation Spell in his hand.

The elephant crossing the river, everything was just a test. Ao Lingchen's mood was also inextricably linked, complicated and complicated!

The morning sun had not risen, and the deep sky was dotted with stars. The bright moon sprinkled a silvery white color on the ground. The air was filled with bone-piercing cold air, and the flowers and plants were covered with sparkling and translucent dewdrops. From time to time, the sound of insects breaking the silence of the night could be heard.

The frog that made the croaking sound on the ground was startled from time to time, and it directly jumped towards the denser grass beside it.

The moment the frog left, a large footprint landed on its original spot. A human figure walked past with stars and moon shining on it!

"This place is full of trees, it's natural enough!"

Silver light scattered on the human figure, reflecting his face. It was a handsome face with a delicate and handsome face. Although it could not be said to be outstanding, it could still be considered as having a bone of wonder.

Under the silver moonlight was Ao Lingchen, who was cultivating the Creation Spell.