Extra's Strategy: Cultivate Protagonists, Become Invincible-Chapter 148: Second Phase Of His Cultivation Journey

The pill sitting atop his hands rubbed Han Xuhan the wrong way for some reason. It was a dark blue, standard capsule-sized object, and it made no sense to him how this pill could actually make his damaged body recover to nearly 80 percent of its original healthy state.

He had read a lot about such pills in cultivation novels. But seeing one in real life, knowing it had those amazing capabilities despite being just a mixture of herbs and chemicals cooked on a glorified frying pan...

In the end, he could only justify the logic with the fact that the world of cultivation was a place of magical wonders, and swallow it down with a gulp of catalytic solution that the healer had handed him.

Out of curiosity, he asked the healer whether there were pills that could directly advance his cultivation base too.

After a meaningful slap on the back of his head, the answer he got was a lengthy, aggressive lecture on how using pills to advance one’s cultivation was an absolute taboo. It went directly against everything orthodox cultivation stood for.

Not just that, such foundations built with artificial forces and external resources were so weak that the practitioner would never even survive the first round of heavenly tribulation, rendering the whole endeavor, as well as the resources piled on him, into utter waste!

It left him feeling rather regretful. Although he personally hated it when Protagonists in cultivation novels skipped realms by chugging pills, not being able to resort to the same method himself was so frustrating!

The process that took place following his consumption of the pill was not as unpleasant as he had thought it would be. The healer used a Mystic Art to keep his sensory nerves dulled down to a minimum and guided the pill’s reactions inside his body. The only thing Han Xuhan could feel during that process was that his internal organs were making some crazy movements, audible to the whole room.

Once the whole ordeal was over, the mirror in the room displayed his old self once more, albeit looking like he had missed a few meals recently. He had probably regained 90% of his weight by now.

After the slight nausea had worn off, Han Xuhan asked the healer whether there were therapy sessions available for defense against mental demons.

"Counselling against traumatic experiences?" The healer sounded intrigued.

"I’ve heard that techniques like this exist, but I am not certain if they’re actually effective against mental demons. I suppose I can contact the head of the pavilion and ask if he has ever learned anything similar."

Hearing the healer’s marveling tone, Han Xuhan immediately gave up on the idea for now. He didn’t want to end up as a guinea pig for experimental mental demon expulsion techniques...

But the healer didn’t want to let him leave, now that his curiosity had been piqued. He kept interrogating Han Xuhan about the novel concept of therapy, which forced him deeper into a corner he was trying to avoid.

Forcibly thanking the healer for his kind intentions (with some extra spirit stones), Han Xuhan escaped to his hut after great effort.

Three days had passed since their return to the sect. Setting apart the process of gaining a certain notoriety for what they had managed to accomplish in the mission, life had been relatively peaceful.

He had taken care of most of the issues that needed an outsider’s help; for example, getting his spiritual world examined, running detection methods for all sorts of anti-tracking spells to avoid being targeted by people they had encountered during the mission, checking for hidden injuries to body, mind, and soul...

While for normal disciples, this would have been an exceedingly difficult feat to manage, Han Xuhan didn’t have to suffer much. The reason was simple; he was now a tycoon, one of the richest young masters of the Crimson Snow Sect!

The first thing he had done after getting his payment for the Force-type law manual was to spend a handful of it to deal with the messy aftermath of their mission.

With a bank balance of 5000 spirit stones, Han Xuhan looked forward to where he would end up by the time he went broke again. Now that his body had healed as well, he focused his full attention on cultivation.

Sitting atop his bed, he entered a deep meditative state and focused on cycling the qi brimming inside his meridians, guiding it into forming the familiar cycles of the Skeleton Monarch technique.

Roughly seven seconds later, the cycle was completed, a vast improvement compared to his performance in the early days. The completion resulted in the familiar skeleton leaping out of his back like a ghost leaving a possessed body, landing smoothly on the ground in a practiced manner.

It had been a hassle to manage Zhanxian initially. This guy had spent a couple of days outside his spiritual world just to avoid facing the creepy letters inside Han Xuhan’s foundation tower. In his words, the letters seemed to have a life, and they did not like his presence there, at all!

After some counseling from Elder Kong Ye, and some bone nourishment pills from Han Xuhan’s coffers, Zhanxian was finally back to his routine lifestyle.

Han Xuhan had a sneaky suspicion that only the latter of the actions had actually worked.

After landing on the floor, the skeleton looked around the room cautiously.

"What are we doing today, master? Hopefully, nothing that involves danger in any form, because in that case, this summoning would be pointless. I ain’t doing it!"

"Oh come on, Zhanxian. You enjoyed scamming those poor idiots outside the portal, didn’t you? Don’t deny it! Your face is totally red, ahahah..." Han Xuhan dragged out a laugh.

"You’re so shameless, master! How can a skeleton’s face look red? Stop lying!"

"Hmph! I made you after one month of hard labor! Do you think I can’t sense it when you’re pretending to be cold to me!"

"....You’re crazy!"

Zhanxian gave up on trying to win the argument. Han Xuhan took the opportunity to start pushing him again.

"But worry not, Zhanxian. I, your master, am a magnanimous man. Seeing how you’re always this afraid of danger, I have decided to entrust you with something new this time around. Something totally not dangerous and easy to accomplish. Hell, you don’t even need to step out of the house to complete the task, so cheer up!"

Listening to Xuhan’s righteous speech, Zhanxian suddenly felt a chill travel down his spine. If he had hairs, he was sure they’d all be standing up straight right now.

"O-okay, and the task is ...?"

With a beaming smile, Han Xuhan took out a stack of documents from the bedside desk and dropped it on Zhanxian’s arms.

"This right here..." HE pointed at the stack and met Zhanxian’s eyeless sockets with a smoldering gaze.

"It’s a cultivation technique, a Mystic Art to be exact! You’ll be practicing it from today!"

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