117: Chapter 117 This was almost all of his possessions.

Chun Xiaobai glanced at the description of the Iron Head technique. Once mastered, his head could withstand Magic Treasures, and its power was indeed impressive.

But when he saw the image of the bald, muscular man it projected, he immediately gave up.

Are you kidding? Become a bald-headed guy for this thing?

What about his handsome, dashing image?

After pondering for a long time, he finally stopped in front of a set of palm techniques.

The silhouette on the light wall was practicing a set of palm techniques, consisting of nine Moves. The palm wind was sharp, and the Aura was extraordinary.

Chun Xiaobai knew that these nine palms were likely just the first volume of this Cultivation Technique; the middle and lower volumes were probably hidden on the second floor or somewhere even higher.

But he had tried just now, and there was simply no way to open the second floor.

For now, this set of palm techniques seemed to be the only choice.

Damn it, this is the one!

Chun Xiaobai stopped wasting time and immediately focused his mind, beginning to imitate the first palm Move of the figure on the light wall.

As soon as he assumed the starting stance, his Sea of Consciousness trembled violently. A massive torrent of information instantly flooded his mind, making the Profound Truth of this palm Move suddenly clear to him.

At the same time, a resounding name emerged in his heart—Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Palm.

"Oh, wow, not bad!" Chun Xiaobai immediately perked up.

"The picture didn't look like much, but the name is quite intimidating! This name is much more domineering than those so-called Heaven Rank Cultivation Techniques, right?"

This set of palm techniques had nine Moves in total, and just the name of the first Move made his blood boil.

Arrogant Dragon Without Regret!

Second Move, Flying Dragon Breaking the Sky!

Third Move, Sword Dragon in the Field!

Fourth Move, Hidden Dragon Breaking the Abyss!

...

At this moment, the method for channeling energy for the first palm was clearly imprinted in Chun Xiaobai's Sea of Consciousness.

He even had a feeling that if not for the spatial restrictions, he could punch a hole through the sky with one palm!

He immediately began to imitate the second palm.

Upon imitating it, he discovered that the movements of the second palm were several times more complex than the first.

He tried several times, but failed due to minute errors, unable to receive the complete information for the Move.

It wasn't until he meticulously performed the movements without the slightest error that his brain gave a "buzz," and the operating lines and methods for the second palm flooded in.

Then came the third palm.

By the third palm, his progress had slowed down significantly; he spent a full quarter of an hour just pondering the starting stance.

However, the moment he grasped the Profound Truth of the third palm, a huge repulsive force struck him, and the little tower unceremoniously kicked him out!

"Buzz!"

As soon as his consciousness returned to the Immortal Cave, a strong sense of dizziness swept over him, and his head felt as if it had been stuffed with paste.

Without a second thought, he grabbed a handful of Spirit Medicine from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth.

But the more he ate, the darker his face became.

He discovered that he had swallowed five hundred stalks of second-rank Spirit Medicine in one breath, and that deadly feeling of weakness had only just eased a little.

"Damn it!" Chun Xiaobai cried without tears. "Does this broken tower even increase its prices?!"

He clearly remembered that the first time he went in, it only consumed the energy of a few bottles of pills and one stalk of Spirit Medicine.

This time, however, five hundred stalks of second-rank Spirit Medicine later, he was only half full!

"This broken tower is even more ruthless than me, the Mountain King!"

There was no other way; Chun Xiaobai had to grab another five hundred stalks of second-rank Spirit Medicine and stuff them into his mouth with tears in his eyes.

As he stuffed them in, he seriously suspected that an old grandfather lived in this broken tower.

Otherwise, how could the consumption be so great this time?

It was hundreds of times more than the last time!

If he went into the tower again next time, wouldn't it be thousands of times more?

It seemed this tower had usage restrictions.

Chun Xiaobai muttered to himself while refining the medicinal power.

But he felt that didn't seem right; could it be... because of the Cultivation Technique?

He thought about it carefully; it might actually be the case.

The first time he entered the tower, he learned the Martial God Art; the second time he entered, he obtained the Sky-Tearing Hand and Heaven-Treading Step.

These Cultivation Techniques all had one thing in common: as soon as he imitated them, he learned them, as easy as eating or drinking.

But this Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Palm was completely different; just the first three palms took him nearly an hour.

Thinking about it this way, the high consumption likely had nothing to do with the broken tower itself, but with this set of palm techniques.

It was possible that the rank of this set of palm techniques far exceeded his current Realm.

However, the space in the cave was too small now, and he couldn't practice the palm techniques.

Chun Xiaobai had to restore his state to its Peak first.

He painfully ate another hundred stalks of second-rank Spirit Medicine, and only then did he feel the weakness in his body completely disappear.

He had no choice; he had to recover, because he planned to consume all his resources next to raise his Realm first.

Otherwise, he really didn't have much confidence against those Core Disciples.

After wandering around Wanling Mountain for these days, to be honest, he hadn't encountered a single person who could fight.

But he knew in his heart that it wasn't that others were too weak, but that he hadn't met the true Geniuses yet.

"A thin pole fighting a wolf, both sides are afraid." In this world where the strong prey on the weak, never underestimate anyone.

You can be arrogant, but you must never be truly inflated.

The reason those Core Disciples were called "Core" was that they were the very few who had fought their way out of millions of Disciples from various Sects; each one was one in a million.

Such people, besides having many treasures, must also have freakish strength.

After all, without corresponding strength, one cannot keep the treasures on one's body; without strength, one cannot earn so many treasures.

Chun Xiaobai had been a Mountain King for so many years, and if he had no other skills, he at least had self-awareness.

After checking his body and confirming there were no issues, Chun Xiaobai did not hesitate anymore.

He poured out all two hundred thousand Spirit Stones, and in an instant, the blinding spiritual light almost blew up the entire cave!

The rich Spiritual Qi turned into white mist. Just taking a breath made him feel all thirty-six thousand pores on his body open up, feeling extremely comfortable.

"Twenty thousand Spirit Stones... that should be enough, right?"

This was almost all his wealth.

Chun Xiaobai took one last painful look at the Spirit Stones covering the floor, took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, and immediately circulated the Martial God Art.

Hum!

As soon as the Martial God Art was circulated, an invisible suction force erupted, instantly enveloping the small mountain of Spirit Stones!

The Spirit Stones slowly melted, turning into streams of pure Spiritual Qi, rushing madly toward Chun Xiaobai's body!

The greatest advantage of raising his Realm was that this 'suction force' also rose with the tide.

Now, he no longer needed to painstakingly smash the Spirit Stones like before; he only needed to circulate his Cultivation Technique to draw the Origin Spiritual Qi directly from the Spirit Stones into his body.

"Gurgle..."

The roar of surging blood came from his body again, shaking the entire cave until it hummed.

The small mountain made of two hundred thousand Spirit Stones was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in less than an hour, it had completely turned into a pile of residue without any Spiritual Qi.