Chapter 12: Pick up money! I can help you chop wood!

【Spells】 account for nearly one-third of the total score of the Immortal Examination.

If you want to participate in the Immortal Examination, then spells are a link that all candidates must bypass.

Although the Rank 1 Low-Grade stance skill is a bit pulled, it is also the only body-refining technique that Lin Mo can still take out.

As for other spells, it's even more unwatchable.

Lin Mo practiced walking the stance seriously for twenty times in the open space of the park.

By the time he finished, the clean short-sleeved T-shirt was already soaked with sweat.

"Hoo~!"

He let out a long sigh, reached out and wiped his face, all sweat.

At the same time, a system prompt came to his ears:

【Walked the stance twenty times, proficiency +0.2】

Heh, still so little... Lin Mo was not surprised by this.

Factors affecting the progress of stance skills, besides the time of practice, are 【Comprehension】 and 【Root Bone】.

Lin Mo wiped his sweat while opening his spell panel to check:

【Spells】:

1. Basic Sword Art (Low-Grade): 112/1000

2. Fire Control Technique (Low-Grade): 110/1000

3. Rain Summoning Technique (Low-Grade): 109/1000

4. Kui Star Stance (Low-Grade): 320/1000

All Rank 1 Low-Grade.

Among them, 【Basic Sword Art】 and 【Kui Star Stance】 are taught uniformly by the school, while 【Fire Control Technique】 and 【Rain Summoning Technique】 are brushed out in daily missions.

Compared to other ordinary students, his panel spells are much richer, but they are useless.

【Root Bone】 and 【Comprehension】 determine the cultivation speed of "Art" and "Method" respectively.

Unfortunately, both attributes are average for him.

So the highest 【Kui Star Stance】 only has 320 proficiency points, barely reaching the threshold of minor accomplishment.

This is also because he insisted on morning exercises every day for the first two years of high school.

As for the other three spells, he would also work hard to cultivate them with the time left over from meditation every day before the Grade 12 sprint.

It's just that no miracle happened in the end, and basically every spell started to progress slowly after reaching 100 proficiency points.

Especially 【Fire Control Technique】 and 【Rain Summoning Technique】, it would take at least another year to cultivate to minor accomplishment, and the distance to major accomplishment and peak is even more distant.

This is also why he temporarily gave up cultivating them and focused on practicing stance skills.

Lin Mo sighed regretfully: "Why can't 【Comprehension】 and 【Root Bone】 be added like spirit roots?"

You must know that 【Spells】 account for nearly one-third of the score ratio in the Immortal Examination.

Merit can brush spirit roots, and cultivation base can also be brushed, but only spells...

Wait!

A flash of inspiration suddenly struck Lin Mo's mind. As if thinking of something, he hurriedly opened the merit point panel and dragged a sum of merit points toward the 【Spell】 panel.

Sure enough, a crisp prompt appeared in his ear:

【You have invested 10 points of merit into "Kui Star Stance", cultivation technique experience value +1.5 (10*15%)】

It really works!

Lin Mo's face showed a trace of joy.

Since that's the case, why am I still working so hard?

This stance doesn't need to be stood!

He was in a great mood, the three subjects that need to be tested in the Immortal Examination.

Spirit roots, cultivation base, spells, all can be improved through merit value.

He could only sigh: This hang is really too comprehensive.

Lin Mo took back his gaze from the panel, stretched his muscles slightly in place, and his gaze swept around at the same time.

The red dress near the pavilion had already left at some point.

Not only that, the grandpas and grandmas around had also dispersed seven or eight out of ten, and the few remaining grandpas were stretching like him.

By the time he finished the finishing work, it was past one o'clock in the morning.

It must be said that walking the stance is still useful for curing sleepiness.

After walking the Kui Star Stance twenty times, he had no sleepiness at all.

At this moment, his sense of smell suddenly became sensitive, and a barbecue aroma drifted into

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle~!"

His stomach growled in response to the situation.

"Are there still barbecue stalls open at this hour?"

Lin Mo felt his pants pocket; naturally, he didn't have a single cent.

He had only brought two yuan when he left the house, and he had handed it all over to Old Man Qin.

"Forget it, I'll go home and cook some instant noodles."

He shook his head and was just about to bypass the barbecue stall to take a detour back to the residential complex when a distinct patch of red suddenly appeared on the ground not far away.

With quick eyes and fast feet, he walked up and stepped on it. Then, he looked left and right, pretending to be nonchalant as he bent down to tie his shoelaces, while his fingers quickly picked it up.

Spreading it out in his palm to look, it was indeed a hundred-yuan bill that couldn't be any more real.

"Haha, I found money!"

Lin Mo's eyes lit up, his mood even happier than when he had just learned that merit points could increase spell proficiency.

From childhood to adulthood, the largest denomination he had ever found was only 5 yuan.

His money-finding record had been refreshed twenty-fold; how could he not be happy?

"Could it also be because of luck points?"

A trace of doubt arose in his heart.

Two unusual things had happened in a row today, both appearing after his merit points condensed into luck points.

"Luck is actually this useful; no wonder that guy Ye Chen could make a comeback in such a short time."

He recalled Ye Chen's smug face and then chuckled softly:

"Let's go, time to feast on barbecue!"

Heaven's will cannot be defied; it seems he was destined to feast on this barbecue today!

Lin Mo changed direction and walked toward the barbecue stall at the park entrance.

Before he had even fully left the park's perimeter, he heard a voice full of vigor:

"If you don't have money, why are you eating barbecue!"

Lin Mo followed the sound and saw the middle-aged owner of the barbecue stall, who was grilling while speaking unpleasantly to the person in front of him.

The voice was loud, even attracting the gazes of the few passersby nearby.

And the person standing opposite the charcoal stove was someone Lin Mo knew well—the school beauty Chu Wange, who had been practicing the Kui Xing Stance near the pavilion just a moment ago.

Chu Wange did not turn red or become flustered because of the middle-aged owner's loud scolding.

On the contrary, her expression was very calm. She glanced at the owner, who was adding charcoal to the stove, and said something shocking:

"My sword art is good; I can help you chop firewood."

The middle-aged owner's hand holding the charcoal tongs paused slightly. He then looked Chu Wange up and down and said with a strange expression:

"What do I need firewood for?"

Chu Wange pointed at his charcoal stove and said, "To burn."

"This burns charcoal, not firewood!"

"Firewood can burn just the same."

The middle-aged owner said helplessly, "Firewood can burn, but burning wood isn't allowed in the city."

Chu Wange did not give up and continued, "I can help you chop firewood, and you can take it back to burn."

So she's obsessed with chopping firewood, is she!

The middle-aged owner really couldn't take it anymore. He stood up, threw the fire tongs into the charcoal stove, and said to Chu Wange:

"I'll say it again, I don't need firewood, and my home doesn't need to burn wood either. Which household doesn't have natural gas connected these days?"

"Besides, you're a young girl; if you don't have money, don't eat barbecue. You even ordered so much. I see you're wearing a Daoist robe—you must be a student from Nanshan No. 4 Middle School. How did they teach you to be like this..."

Hey, hey, hey, if you're talking about Nanshan, then I can't tolerate this!

Lin Mo, who had originally just wanted to watch the show, frowned. He walked up quickly and interrupted the owner's rant directly:

"How much? I'll pay!"

The middle-aged owner's words came to an abrupt halt. He glanced at him and said, "108 yuan. Cash or Immortal Pay?"

Lin Mo's hand, which was in the middle of pulling out money, paused. He was silent for a moment, looked at the owner, and said, "Can you... waive the small change?"

Middle-aged owner: "..."