nyslfriends Chapter 18, Tier 3 Fireball
Chapter 18, Tier 3 Fireball
Zhang Lin's gaze swept over the entries one by one, finally landing on the ones that could be strengthened.
"Azure Scale Armor (Mid-grade Magic Weapon): Crafted primarily from the skin of a hundred-year-old Azure Scale Python, it can be enhanced. Consumes 500 low-grade spirit stones."
"Enhancement effect: Top-grade magic weapon, can withstand a full-force attack from a top-grade magic weapon, and greatly reduces elemental spell damage."
Five hundred pieces.
Zhang Lin silently considered the matter for a moment.
He currently has 510 spirit stones, which is neither a lot nor a little.
But Zhang Lin did not rush to decide on strengthening.
He then looked at another entry.
"Fireball (Unlearned): Tier 1 spell. Must be learned before it can be enhanced. Enhancement costs: 12 spirit stones. Enhancement effect: Spell rank increased to Tier 3."
Twelve pieces, a small number.
Zhang Lin took out the fireball spell jade slip he had seized from Xiong Kui, placed it on his forehead, and probed into it with his senses.
Images and mnemonic devices flooded my mind like a tidal wave.
Fireball Technique, a first-tier Five Elements technique, can be learned in the mid-stage of Qi Refining.
The principle is not complicated: use true qi to draw upon the fire elemental energy between heaven and earth, condense the free fire elemental power in the palm, and transform it into a blazing fireball to injure the enemy.
Its power increases with cultivation level and the density of true qi. The limit of the first-order fireball technique is that it can melt gold and fossils.
However, when facing an enemy, the biggest problem with the Fireball spell is not its power, but its speed.
It takes time for the fireball to condense and for it to travel, giving the opponent ample time to dodge or block.
In a real battle, unless you win by sheer numbers or teamwork, it's very difficult to hit an opponent of the same level with a single fireball.
However, if it is strengthened to the third tier.
Zhang Lin felt a faint sense of anticipation.
Zhang Lin took a deep breath, put down the jade slip, and suppressed the urgency in his heart, not making a decision immediately.
Five hundred Azure Scale Armor pieces are needed to enhance the Azure Scale Armor, and twelve Fireball spell pieces are needed to enhance it.
He has 510 coins.
Which one should be strengthened first?
Zhang Lin closed his eyes and pondered.
A moment later, he opened his eyes and made a decision.
Learn the Fireball spell first, and upgrade it to level three.
Twelve spirit stones, a small amount, but enough to immediately boost combat power.
As for the Azure Scale Armor, now that he has the identity of a disciple of the Danxia Sect, he can easily produce a few spiritual herbs.
Although the Azure Scale Armor is a mid-grade magic weapon, it is sufficient for his current level of opponents.
More importantly, he needs to keep some spirit stones as bait.
It would seem inappropriate for an outer disciple of the Danxia Sect to be too strapped for cash.
Zhang Lin reattached the jade slip to his forehead, immersing himself in its presence, and began learning the Fireball Technique.
Zhang Lin spent about half an hour memorizing the incantation and diagrams of the Fireball Technique.
He raised his right hand and circulated his true energy according to the incantation, drawing upon the fire elemental energy between heaven and earth.
A wisp of crimson flame gathered in his palm, flickering like a small lamp.
Zhang Lin frowned and increased his output of true energy.
The flames expanded, growing from the size of a bean to the size of a fist, burning red and intensely hot.
However, the shape of the fireball was very unstable, and its surface kept jumping, as if it would explode at any moment.
Zhang Lin knew that this was because his control over the fire elemental energy was not refined enough.
He took a deep breath, dispersed the fireball, and then reformed it.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
After an unknown amount of time, the fireball in his palm finally stabilized. It was the size of a fist, perfectly round, with crimson flames flowing across its surface, like a miniature sun.
Zhang Lin nodded in satisfaction, dispersed the fireball, and summoned the system light screen.
"Fireball (Learned): Tier 1 spell. Can be enhanced, consumes 12 spirit stones. Enhancement effect: Spell rank is increased to Tier 3, two new random variations are added."
"strengthen."
The system light screen flickered slightly.
"Using twelve low-grade spirit stones, Fireball spell is being upgraded..."
A scorching heat surged from the depths of his dantian, like molten lava churning underground, spreading along his meridians to his limbs and bones.
Unlike when he felt the lightness of the wind when he enhanced his Wind Control Technique, or the depth of concealment when he enhanced his Breath Concealment Technique, this time, what he felt was—fire.
The most violent, the most intense, and the most untamed force in the world.
But within this rage lies a peculiar order. The power of fire, seemingly chaotic, actually follows the most fundamental laws of heaven and earth.
First-tier Fireball: Condenses fire elemental energy into a ball, releases it to injure enemies, and can melt gold and fossils.
Second-tier Flame Bullet: The fireball compresses air inside, causing a violent explosion upon impact, resulting in both shockwave and flame damage.
Tier 3 - Heavenly Flame: The flame is dark blue, the temperature is doubled, it can burn true qi, and it is extremely difficult to extinguish once it is touched. It cannot be extinguished by water or soil.
Zhang Lin opened his eyes, and two faint blue flames seemed to flash within them.
He raised his right hand, and with a slight thought, a ball of dark blue flame appeared in his palm.
It wasn't crimson, nor orange-yellow, but a near-transparent, ethereal blue, like the icy flames of an extremely cold land, both chilling and beautiful.
But beneath this beauty lurks a deadly danger.
Tier 3: Heaven-Burning Flame.
A flame that can burn true qi.
What does this mean?
This means that any defense powered by true qi—wind walls, water curtains, earthen walls, golden light shields—will become fuel in the face of the Heavenly Flame.
The stronger your defenses, the fiercer the fire will burn.
That's the real horror.
Zhang Lin dissipated the Heavenly Flame, stood up, and dusted off his robes.
Five hundred and ten spirit stones, minus twelve, leave four hundred and ninety-eight.
He walked out of the cave, and it was already dark.
As dusk settled, the distant mountains appeared like dark eyebrows, and the last rays of sunset burned on the horizon, dyeing the clouds golden red.
A mountain breeze blows, rustling the pines and carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees.
Zhang Lin walked back towards Qingyun Town with unhurried steps, the hem of his black brocade robe fluttering slightly in the evening breeze.
His news has spread, and tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
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Inside the courtyard of the inn.
Zhang Lin closed his eyes, circulated the "Shangqing Qi-Guiding Technique," and began his daily practice.
True Qi flows through the meridians, like streams flowing into rivers, like all rivers flowing into the sea.
The true qi mist in my dantian was even denser than yesterday, and there were faint signs that it was condensing into liquid.
This marks the middle stage of Qi Refining, where True Qi transforms into mist, laying the foundation for True Qi to transform into liquid in the later stage of Qi Refining.
Zhang Lin was so engrossed in his work that he didn't know how much time had passed when he suddenly heard a soft footstep outside the window.
They weren't just passing by; they were deliberately approaching in low voices and with light footsteps.
Zhang Lin opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.
He activated his breath-concealing technique, suppressing his aura to a minimum, and silently stood up. He walked to the window and looked out through the gap in the window paper.
The courtyard was deserted, with only the moonlight, like water, spilling onto the bluestone ground.
But Zhang Lin knew that someone was coming.
His perception is correct.
Sure enough, a moment later, a dark figure vaulted over the courtyard wall and landed lightly on the ground without making a sound.
The figure was thin and dressed in black night clothes. His face was covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of gleaming eyes.
With his mid-stage Qi Refining cultivation, Zhang Lin's aura was extremely well concealed. If it weren't for his superior perception compared to others at the same level after mastering the third-tier Breath Concealment Technique, he wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.
The dark figure stood in the courtyard for a moment, seemingly trying to determine the direction, before walking towards Zhang Lin's row of side rooms.
Zhang Lin retreated behind the door, activated his concealment technique, and blended into the darkness, without any fluctuations of life force.
His right hand quietly gripped the hilt of the iron sword.
The footsteps grew closer and stopped in front of Zhang Lin's door.