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Forget it. Since calling for help from the heavens yields no response and calling upon the earth brings no relief, I might as well accept my situation.
I opened the interface and confirmed that the title still remained as "Starting Point," with no further instructions in sight. I turned back to check my skill bar to see what I could do now.
As I looked through it, something felt off... If I remembered correctly, "The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation" was supposed to be a novel about ghostly cultivation, but these skills seemed more like those of a magical adventurer.
Healing, purification, light shield... I appeared to be a light-based mage? And there were no main attack skills? No ranged or melee attacks at all? How was I supposed to fight?
I glanced at my title: Holy Practitioner.
Hmm, I had some recollection of this title; I remembered playing it in an online game. This class specialized in healing and defense, so as long as mana wasn't depleted, there was basically no risk of dying. However, the downside was its weak attack power, usually relying on weapon stats to deal damage.
...I wonder if this system has thrown me into the wrong place from the very beginning?
I quietly closed the interface and helplessly rubbed my face.
Looking back, most of what Anyeah taught me were indeed these basic skills. However, compared to my impressions of Holy Practitioners in actual gameplay, there seemed to be some discrepancies, and the effects of the skills were different too, which is why I couldn't connect the dots.
Additionally, Anyeah would occasionally mention various reminders—
—"In short, when you don't know what to do, start with what you can do."
Suddenly, Anyeah's words surfaced in my mind.
What can I do...
I looked up at the Demon Suppression Cave before me and pondered silently.
Basically, according to common sense, if the system hasn’t given any direct task instructions, it means I should go look for events that trigger tasks, right?
In other words, does that mean I have to go down the mountain and into the city to find someone? Or more accurately: find an NPC?
…That said, what would happen if I don’t trigger any tasks?
To be honest, I have social anxiety. Rather than forcing myself to engage in conversations with others, I would prefer to do nothing and stay alone; it feels much more comfortable.
Alright, I’ve made my decision! Before the system forces me to carry out a task, I’ll just wander around this corner of the world as I please!
Speaking of which, if I’m going to stay here, this cave should be a more suitable place than the ruins left by the Wen family's cultivator. It’s just that the state of the cave is truly unacceptable…
Since there’s nothing else to do, I might as well clean up a bit.
After all, I have plenty of time right now.
Wei Wuxian, oh Wei Wuxian, since you’ve abandoned this Demon Suppression Cave, I’ll take it over without hesitation!
***
As I walked deeper into the cave, I couldn’t help but frown at the pool of blood.
When it comes to cleaning up, this thing is definitely a priority. I don’t want my sense of smell to continue suffering from its toxicity.
Preparing myself mentally, I took a deep breath… ugh, maybe not too deep. Carefully placing my hands on the surface of the water, I began to chant a purification spell softly.
The Purification Magic I have learned not only purifies resentment and toxins but also allows for the physical purification of ordinary objects. The most convenient aspect of this technique for me is that I no longer have to worry about bathing or changing clothes; I can cleanse myself anytime and anywhere, never fearing to get dirty.
As I recited the incantation, a white light filled with spiritual light particles emanated from my palm, gradually spreading through the pool water. The originally murky water began to clear up under the influence of the spirit light, becoming transparent until the bottom was clearly visible.
Once the purification was complete, I cupped some clear water in my hands and brought it close to my nose to sniff; there was no strange odor. After hesitating for a moment, I lowered my head and took a small sip; it tasted like sweet mountain spring water.
Great! It worked!
I sighed in relief and opened the interface to check my Spirit power value: approximately one-quarter was consumed after using the blood pool.
This indicates that the Spirit power value here is equivalent to the magic points in a game.
Basically, the Spirit power value will automatically recover slowly over time. However, if it drops too low and needs to be replenished quickly, I must eat to accelerate its recovery; otherwise, this body does not require food.
Most importantly: once the Spirit power value is exhausted, it will forcibly enter a dormant state and will not awaken until it is fully restored—this was something Anyeah repeatedly emphasized during my time in another world.
So with this level of consumption... I probably won't need to use any buns just yet. After all, this is my only precious food source, and I need to conserve it.
For now, I'll let it recover automatically and observe how quickly it does so.
Now that the most troublesome blood pool has been dealt with, all that remains is this vast cave.
...Deciding where to start is indeed a significant problem.
Stepping out of the cave, I arrived at the ruins where the Wen family's cultivators had camped, searching around to see if there were any useful items left behind.
After all, cleaning up is futile with just manpower; tools are essential for assistance.
I was fortunate enough to find a broom that was still somewhat usable.
Returning to the cave with the broom in hand, I exerted myself to remove the remaining runes from the stone walls, slowly sweeping the entire area within sight and clearing off several flat stone platforms in the process.
Hmm, this is good; there are places to sleep now.
After clearing out piles of garbage from the cave, I was drenched in sweat.
I casually set the broom aside and checked my Spirit Power value—great, it had recovered.
Back inside the cave, I once again chanted the purification spell, cleansing the murky air within and thoroughly cleaning myself of all the dirt and grime.
That should be about it.
As for the formation on the ground, leaving it alone shouldn't matter, right? It has already lost its function; I might as well consider it decorative patterns.
After a long day of toil, I could finally rest properly.
Outside, the sky was gradually darkening…
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