In the blink of an eye, another half a year passed.
In these six months, Wang Zhao’s spirit power had already reached level 5.
A 3-level increase in half a year might seem incredibly fast to ordinary people, but in reality, this was the combined result of Bibi Dong’s investment of resources and the generally faster cultivation speed before Spirit Master level 10.
If it were someone with higher Innate spirit power, like Huo hang in later generations, with such an accumulation of resources, he wouldn’t have been unable to obtain his first spirit ring until he was 11 due to poor nutrition since childhood.
Of course, for a Spirit Master like Wang Zhao, who had only half a level of Innate spirit power, such an improvement was already very rare; such a situation had only occurred twice in this era.
The last Trash who could enjoy such an investment of resources was the Young Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Xiaogang.
The sun set in the west, and the dim afterglow spilled into the courtyard.
Bibi Dong sat on a stone stool, resting her arm on the stone table and propping up her chin, watching with interest the sparring between Die and Wang Zhao not far away.
The two tacitly did not use spirit power, relying solely on close-quarters combat for their attacks.
Fists, elbows, feet, and knees—their movements were all sharp.
These were the combat techniques Bibi Dong had taught Wang Zhao in her leisure time over the past six months.
Under the guidance of this “God of Killing,” Wang Zhao’s progress was also rapid.
Aside from not having truly experienced many actual battles so far, just looking at his fierce stance, he already possessed a bit of true skill.
Before long, Wang Zhao was still subdued by Die.
After all, there was a gap between the two in terms of Physique and actual combat experience; it was already rare for Wang Zhao to exchange so many moves with Die.
Wang Zhao then walked to the stone stool next to Bibi Dong and sat down to rest, while Die, as if nothing had happened, still stepped into a certain shadow and concealed herself.
“Dong’er Sister, how was it?” Wang Zhao looked at Bibi Dong with an innocent smile, in a boastful manner.
“Barely acceptable.” Bibi Dong glanced at Wang Zhao, then tossed him a booklet.
“This is…” Wang Zhao opened the booklet, and the next moment, his eyes lit up sharply.
Watching his expression, Bibi Dong shook her head and said, puzzled: “Didn’t you ask me last time if I knew any friends who recognized strange flowers and exotic grasses?
This is something I asked for from a Senior in the Spirit Hall.
It’s called something like the Immortal Herb Catalog.
I’ve looked at the things on it, and according to that Senior, the existence of these so-called Immortal Herbs is ethereal, almost legendary.
I don’t know what you need such things for.” “Just for a thought, after all, if the Immortal Herbs recorded in this book truly have such effects, they would definitely be considered peerless treasures.” Wang Zhao chuckled, speaking ambiguously to Bibi Dong.
“I advise you not to spend too much effort on this.
After all, if Divine Rank objects like Immortal Herbs, which can change one’s destiny in a Heaven-Defying manner, truly existed, the number one spot on the Continent Spirit Master’s dream ranking wouldn’t be a 100,000-year spirit ring.” Bibi Dong still didn’t care much.
After all, she found it hard to imagine the true existence of something even a thousand-year transcendent power like the Spirit Hall wasn’t clear about.
Wang Zhao said no more about this.
He checked the time, then ran into his room to change into his Library uniform.
After greeting Bibi Dong, he left the house again.
Bibi Dong knew Wang Zhao was going to work, or rather read, at the Library.
She continued to prop her chin and quietly watched him leave, her beautiful eyes swirling, lost in thought.
… Arriving at the Library in Spirit Hall Academy, Wang Zhao skillfully greeted the old man sitting in the reclining chair at the entrance, then walked in to organize the books stacked on the front desk.
After spending about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to finish all the chores, Wang Zhao then took a book, found a quiet corner, sat down, and began to read intently.
The Library was already quite deserted in the evening; many people were enjoying dinner at this time.
This was an excellent environment for Wang Zhao, as no one would curiously disturb him, a six-and-a-half-year-old child.
A few figures occasionally walked through the vast Library.
No one noticed that in the brightly lit, spacious central area of the Library sat a pair of grandparents and grandchild.
Both had golden hair and blue eyes.
The grandfather was tall and imposing, his face stern yet kind, while the granddaughter had delicate features, her sparkling large eyes occasionally flitting over passersby.
“Grandpa, look, that guy is here.” Suddenly, the golden-haired girl pointed to a quiet corner, then puffed out her cheeks.
“You won’t let me go to school, fine, but how can you not let me go play with a kid about my age whom I finally met here?” “Hehe, he’s concentrating on reading.
We can’t disturb him.
Xue’er, you should learn from him.” The grandfather, who looked like a middle-aged man, glanced at the book in his granddaughter’s hand, which was already tilted beyond recognition, and smiled indulgently.
Then, following the direction of the golden-haired girl’s finger, he saw Wang Zhao sitting there, shaking his head internally and sighing with regret.
He and his granddaughter often hid in the Library to read, so they saw Wang Zhao diligently flipping through one book after another almost every day.
With his Realm, he could easily see through Wang Zhao’s background.
Although he didn’t know the specific Spirit, its general attribute type and even some deeper aspects were no secret to him, who possessed the Seraphim Spirit with ultimate light and fire attributes.
In his opinion, Wang Zhao’s Spirit talent was truly difficult to describe.
If he could experience a miraculous transformation, given his age and Spirit attributes, he could indeed be matched with his granddaughter.
Perhaps in the future, the two would even have a chance to unleash a Divine Rank Spirit Fusion skill.
Unfortunately, since it was called a miracle, it would naturally not be so easy to experience.
Just looking at the child’s current talent, he was far from worthy of Xue’er.
If the two were forced together, with his life experience, future conflicts were already foreseeable.
Therefore, it was better to nip it in the bud and prevent a tragedy that was destined to happen.
The golden-haired man stopped thinking too much.
He straightened the book in the girl’s hand and was about to teach her something when he suddenly received an almost imperceptible sound transmission.
His expression changed slightly, then quickly returned to normal.
He then affectionately patted his granddaughter’s head, telling her to stay put and that he was going out to handle something.
The light in this area had long been distorted by him.
Unless a Super Douluo personally came to investigate, or his obedient granddaughter voluntarily walked out of this area, no one would be able to discover anything unusual here.
Hearing this, the golden-haired girl’s eyes rolled, lost in thought.
She outwardly nodded obediently to her grandfather’s words, then pretended to concentrate on reading the book in her hand.
The golden-haired man didn’t think much of it, and his figure flickered, disappearing.
A moment later, the girl stopped flipping the book, quietly raised her head, and looked around with a hint of nervousness before standing up, pursing her lips in a secret smile, then carefully walking towards Wang Zhao.
After so many days, I finally found a chance to have a good chat with you… Hehehe.
At this moment, although Wang Zhao’s gaze remained on the book page, his mind had drifted elsewhere, completely unaware that a certain golden-haired girl had stealthily stood beside him, gently bending down to observe his expression.
“Hey.” Suddenly, the girl’s elbow nudged his shoulder.
Wang Zhao didn’t even raise his head, his gaze sharpened, and subconsciously, it was an elbow strike…