Absolute Destiny Game
Chapter 552 - 98: Demon Refiner—Fifth-tier Senior Spellcaster_3

Chapter 552: Chapter 98: Demon Refiner—Fifth-tier Senior Spellcaster_3

Luckily, I’ve maxed out the Ao Tian Divine Sword, which is quite satisfying.

"That dungeon... let’s leave it for now. We can come back to grind for levels whenever we need. Alright, that’s it for today; let’s head back to Luoyang Town and rest up. Everyone’s been exhausted over these past few days..."

The party of five summoned their mounts and started their journey back.

It seems that they won’t be returning to Ghost Mist Ridge for leveling anytime soon.

Next, Xiao Jie needs to spend some serious time refining the Demon Cores, acquiring some Demon Art skills to fill his Magic Pool, and ideally, gathering enough essences to learn the demon beast transformation abilities—that would be even better.

The group chatted and laughed on their way back. After several days of intensive leveling, everyone was really worn out, and now that they could finally get some rest, they all eased up.

Moreover, each of them had either comprehended a secret technique or advanced in their desired profession, so everyone was happy and content.

(By the way, I wonder if there’s been any progress with Jiu Jianxian.)

Thinking this, Xiao Jie sent a private message.

Hidden Moon Following Wind: How’s it going, any progress?

Jiu Jianxian: I’m working on it. But seriously, is your method really effective? It feels pretty dumb.

Hidden Moon Following Wind: How will we know without trying? Besides, do you have a better idea?

Jiu Jianxian: Not really... alright... I’ll keep at it.

Hidden Moon Following Wind: Okay, let me know if there’s news, and don’t hesitate to ask for help if needed. I’ll gladly provide assistance whenever I can.

Xiao Jie thought to himself that there was still one inner core left, and now, the Monster Inner Core was even more valuable to him than before. It could be refined for Spiritual Energy and could help him absorb the Demon Essence to learn skills. He definitely needed to get his hands on it.

All he had left now was a bunch of useless inner cores; it was unlikely he could refine any decent Demon Arts with them.

What a pity that he had wasted so many Great Demon Cores in the past.

But there was no helping it; if he hadn’t refined all those Demon Cores earlier, he wouldn’t have been able to unlock the Hidden profession of a Demon Refiner. It was just fate, after all.

The only boss-level Monster Inner Core he had now was the one Jiu Jianxian gave him the other day—the Fish Demon Transformation Jiao Inner Core, the very one that Li Jinlin had dropped.

He could try refining it later to hopefully yield one or two Demon Arts.

Jiu Jianxian closed the private chat, looking helplessly at the screen in front of him. Why was there still no reaction?

At this moment, his character was kneeling in front of a thatched cottage, in a posture of sincere devotion.

That’s right, the method Xiao Jie suggested for Jiu Jianxian was to kneel outside the cottage indefinitely, showing the earnestness of his desire to learn swordsmanship. Kneeling for seven days and seven nights, they couldn’t possibly refuse to accept him—wasn’t that how it always went in martial hero movies?

—After all, it’s not like he actually has to kneel in person.

This move was something Xiao Jie had witnessed at the entrance of Xuanxu Palace. If many people were doing it, maybe there was indeed some merit to it.

Mainly, there was no better plan available.

Although it seemed rather foolish, it was the only thing he could do; it’s not like he could really go woo Long Zixia.

Jiu Jianxian decided to go all in—kneel first for seven days, then see what happens.

While thinking, he took a beer from the refrigerator next to him, drinking and watching his character kneel there.

However, it was already the third day, so why was Long Yuan showing no reaction at all?

Although he didn’t really have to kneel down, staying in front of the computer every day was truly uncomfortable, especially since Jiu Jianxian, for safety reasons, dared not hang up the game and had to watch constantly, which was really torturous.

As time went by, night fell.

Yet the door of the thatched hut remained unopened.

(Damn, do they really expect me to kneel for seven days and seven nights?) Jiu Jianxian thought, feeling depressed.