132 The Rules of Dharmic Armaments (1/2)

The following morning, Lin Tianhao emerged from his cave abode, his face as black as charcoal. He immediately saw the thirty over burly puppets, which made his anger skyrocket. He shut his eyes before turning to return to his cave abode a while later. He packed up his belongings, and when he emerged again, he stepped away in a steadfast manner without turning his head once.

He no longer wished to fight Wang Baole there, having recognized that it was a waste of time. If the status quo was maintained, Wang Baole would not be the least affected. Rather, his own cultivation would be hampered, and his progress in making Dharmic Artifacts would be slowed.

Realizing that Lin Tianhao had packed up and left, Wang Baole suddenly grew anxious. He ran out and waved to him, intending to persuade him to return, but Lin Tianhao sped up upon seeing Wang Baole.

Ah, what a perfect test subject. What a pity that he left just like that…

Seeing Lin Tianhao disappear into the distance, Wang Baole felt troubled. In the end, he shook his head, sighing, as he turned to return to the cave abode.

Lin Tianhao, who was leaving the area with break neck speed, carried an awful facial expression. If this was his home city, he would not have lacked ideas to deal with of Wang Baole. However, in this Dao College, all his methods had failed completely.

Wang Baole, I'll teach you the meaning of regret the day I become an Armament Soldier!

The news of Lin Tianhao moving out was shocking to some who had been keeping tabs on him. However, few people actually bothered about it, for the Dharmic Armament Pavilion was vast like a palace, and there were so many disciples each with their own matters to focus on. Even though there were many messages posted previously on the Spirit Intranet insulting and maligning Wang Baole, the most it did was make his name less foreign. People who had not interacted with him previously would not care much about his looks to identify him.

At the same time, seeing that the neighboring cave abode was vacant, Wang Baole tried many means and bribed his Senior Brother from the Pavilion Administrative Department to unlock the array formation in secret. He made a passageway into the neighboring cave abode, instantly doubling his space into a large suite. Wang Baole's troubled mood due to Lin Tianhao leaving without a word was instantly lifted.

It was also at this point in time that he began preparing himself for his advancement to become an Armament Disciple. He was determined to make a hundred first-grade Dharmic Artifacts in one go in order to be promoted to an Armament Disciple.

However, before this, he took out his Hallucination Pillow and entered the hallucination realm. He had already rented the Hallucination Pillow for five years, and since it was not due yet, he did not return it.

Now, in the hallucination realm, Wang Baole retrieved his black mask again. He wanted to ask Little Missy if a suitable cultivation technique similar to the Qi Devouring Art was available for the True Breath realm.

After all, to Wang Baole, the Qi Devouring Art complemented the Qi Fostering Art. Therefore, it could be possible that there existed more profound cultivation techniques for refining artifacts than the Technique of Infinite Armament Transformation.

However, when he vocalized his thoughts, the mask remained unresponsive. Wang Baole was unfazed by Little Missy's stubbornness and continued asking the mask questions sweetly, using a voice he deemed as gentle.

”The gorgeous, unbelievably adorable Little Missy, your Baole is here to see you.

”Little Missy, the Golden Body that you've introduced to me was extremely useful. The moment I stepped into the mystic realm, every single Spirit Root that saw me immediately fell in love with me, making me embarrassed.”

Wang Baole pretended to be demure while speaking as he stole glances at the mask. After experiencing the incident that occurred after he returned from the Spirit Breath Village, he did not attempt to test the water with his questions again.

Finally, when he mentioned the phrase 'Golden Body', the mask reacted, flashing several times quickly. The impression that it gave Wang Baole was that Little Missy was feeling emotional. He immediately grew alert as he thought about whether it would be better for him to pay a visit another day since Little Missy seemed to be in a bad mood.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning immediately shot out from the mask.

”Little Missy, what are you doing?” Wang Baole's eyes were wide open, and he swiftly retreated.

However, the speed of the lightning was so fast that Wang Baole could not avoid it. The lightning struck his body, and as the soreness and numbness spread within his body, Wang Baole was thrown into shock. The lightning circulated near his dantian, where the devouring seed was, and after sensing Wang Baole's complete spirit meridians and the Spirit Root within his devouring seed, it immediately burrowed out. When it returned to the mask, it lingered within the hallucination realm and mumbled, ”What luck this irritating fatty has…”

”Who?” The mumble was very soft, and Wang Baole did not manage to hear it completely. He only heard the phrase 'irritating fatty', which make his hair stand on end. After realizing that it was the mask who was speaking, he took a deep breath. He had long mentally prepared himself for this, and even though he was surprised that the mask could speak, he was able to accept it.

However, the 'irritating fatty' mentioned by the mask stirred Wang Baole's emotions. He looked around, and his eyes landed on the mask eventually, looking doubtful.

”Little Missy, was it you who was speaking? There's no fatty here.”

Already oblivious to Wang Baole's act of feigning ignorance, the Little Missy within the mask did not continue speaking. However, words began appearing on the mask.