Time began to pass. Perhaps it was because the martial arts were more advanced, the speed of mutation slowed down.
This mutation took roughly half an hour and cost three thousand units of black mist to succeed.
The moment it succeeded, Jett felt a clear stream filling his mind.
When he opened his eyes, a flash of blue light appeared, filled with an aura of wisdom.
"Impressive," Jett exclaimed, feeling the information in his mind.
"Eleven-Faced Avalokitesvara Heart Dharani Sutra" brought him spiritual transcendence and endowed him with extraordinary abilities.
Because it was spiritual transcendence, it didn't enhance his internal strength or physical abilities. But in terms of spiritual strength alone, he estimated that he was much stronger than the average Buddhist abbot.
The so-called extraordinary abilities were similar to the power of words manifesting as law in Buddhism.
Of course, it couldn't be too exaggerated. This ability mainly manifested based on spiritual strength.
For now, the so-called 'words manifesting as law' could only intimidate ghosts below the level of resentful spirits. Facing those stronger than resentful spirits, it was less satisfactory and could only create minor troubles.
Besides ghosts, it also had some effect on people with impure thoughts.
However, it was useless against normal people.
So, while it seemed exaggerated, it was actually only effective against a small group of people.
In summary, the three thousand units of black mist were worth it.
Jett looked at the remaining units of black mist and estimated that there were still nearly a thousand units left, including what was left before.
It should be enough for him to mutate another martial art.
So, Jett sorted out the martial arts he had learned separately and categorized those he hadn't learned by difficulty.
"The black mist probably isn't enough for the sutras. These things are too ethereal and high-level. I could probably only choose a martial arts script."
Jett looked at each one and finally settled his gaze on a script.
"Lion's Roar".
It was one of the 72 Absolute Techniques of Shaolin, similar to the Vajra Palm and Vajra Leg.
However, the Vajra Palm and Vajra Leg were merely pure hard techniques. Jett imagined that their changes wouldn't be too exaggerated.
But the Lion's Roar was different. In Jett's mind, the power of this technique was similar to a loudspeaker in a movie.
"A thousand units of black mist should be enough," Jett thought to himself.
After that, he didn't think further and picked up the Lion's Roar to peruse, quickly getting into the state.
The scriptures within the martial art began to mutate, and the black mist began to rapidly deplete.
One thousand... eight hundred... five hundred...
Finally, when only a hundred units of black mist remained, the Lion's Roar successfully mutated.
That last hundred was probably just Bianca's recent meals.
Jett opened his eyes, and immediately felt hunger surging through his mind.
So, the food on the table began to disappear rapidly. In less than ten minutes, a table full of 30 pounds of cooked food was consumed.
Afterward, Jett felt his throat start to itch, as if it was undergoing some mysterious transformation.
What made him frustrated was that the itch in his throat was unreachable, and he had to endure it bitterly.
Another ten minutes passed, and Jett leaned back in his chair, drenched in sweat.
"These special martial arts are more difficult to handle than one another," he couldn't help but complain.
Of course, he complained verbally, but inside he was delighted.
The Lion's Roar didn't bring him an increase in physical strength. In terms of internal strength, it was similar to the other techniques, giving him twenty years of pure internal strength.
According to the information in his mind, the main power of the Lion's Roar depended on internal strength.
Higher internal strength meant greater power for the Lion's Roar. With his current internal strength of over a hundred years, the power of the Lion's Roar was probably comparable to modern sonic weapons.
What satisfied him most was not just this but the combination of the Lion's Roar and the weakened version of 'words manifesting as law'.
Besides external destructive power, the Lion's Roar also carried spiritual impact and oppression. The combination of the two would surely be very powerful.
However, it was a pity that he couldn't experiment at home and would have to find an opportunity to see if he could find a secluded place to try it out.
After finishing all this, Jett tidied up his study and went out.
As soon as he stepped out, he was almost taken aback.
The room was clean and tidy, as if everything was new. The floor was shiny and bright, almost like a mirror. Everything on the sofa and table was neatly arranged without any flaw.
Honestly, Jett felt reluctant to step on it, feeling guilty about ruining such hard work.
"If Bianca were still alive, such a wife would be perfect," he thought.
Compared to the extravagant society now, where feminism was supreme, girls like Bianca were so rare that boys would fight to have her, let alone as a servant.
Jett just felt regretful. However, speaking of which, a movie suddenly popped into his mind.
"Seems like ghosts could also marry human..."
Jett felt a bit dirty. How could he have that idea?
Bianca came to repay his kindness. How could he have such thoughts?
He would take one step at a time. When the feelings were there, everything would naturally be reasonable.
"Sir, have you finished your work?"
Bianca heard the commotion outside and happily poked her head out of the bathroom.
She was truly happy because, since being killed by Xavier and his gang, she had been wandering in a dark environment, watching the filthy surroundings every day and thinking only of revenge. This process lasted for ten years.
Now, ten years had passed. Her great vengeance had been achieved, and she had found a home. Although it was just some small things, her life was fulfilling, especially with a good sir.
"I'm done. Are you still busy? Take a break. Just tidy up the room a bit," Jett said with some sympathy.
"Sir, I'm a ghost. I don't feel tired. In fact, I'm not only not tired, but I'm also very happy," Bianca said with a smile.
At the same time, she put down her work and came to Jett's side. Accompanying Jett was her primary task; household chores were secondary.
"I was overthinking it," Jett showed an understanding expression and then asked, "Did anyone call me?"
Bianca poured a cup of tea and placed it before Jett, then tilted her head and thought for a moment. "There were two calls. One was from your friend. He said to go to school early tomorrow to watch the excitement."
"The other was an unknown call. It beeped for a while and then hung up."
Jett looked puzzled. Everyone he would give his number to was familiar. Where did this unknown call come from? Could it be a wrong number?
The call from Landon wasn't surprising, given that the bet he made hadn't been resolved yet.
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