Of course, these weren't things that Han Shuo could do at the moment. Han Shuo found the simplest way to refine it, and found seven white bone spurs from an unknown magical beast in the warehouse. He then stuck them into the barrel according to the "Magical Yin Concentration Matrix".
Han Shuo's heart suddenly relaxed when he saw the seven whirlpools appear. He knew that his messy messing around had actually succeeded. Although he didn't know what would become of the Little Skull in the end, Han Shuo was already at ease. He meditated for a while and slowly went into a deep sleep.
At this moment, Han Shuo suddenly stood up with a loud "Ugh!" and Carey's right foot came flying over, kicking Han Shuo in the chest. Han Shuo cried out in pain and grabbed Carey's right leg with both hands, lifting it up. Carey cried out and fell to the side, his body crashing into another stone statue. He grimaced in pain.
When Carey and Borg came over, Han Shuo cried out in pain and flailed his arms and legs wildly. Although his body had taken a few punches and kicks, Carey and Borg didn't have it easy either. They were also hit by Han Shuo's random attacks.
"Ah, my head hurts!" Han Shuo hugged his head and squatted on the ground, his body shaking with a pained expression. Jack had originally wanted to go clean the lab, but when he saw Han Shuo doing this again, his heart skipped a beat. He stood there motionless, looking at Han Shuo expectantly.
Han Shuo took advantage of the dead of night to sneakily return to the cabin. Carefully closing the door, Han Shuo put down the barrel and placed the Little Skull inside. He then tossed in some messy low level magical beast blood, bone powder, lizard tail, and other materials. He then poured in a bucket of water. The contents of the wooden barrel were all mixed together and looked very ugly. Only the Little Skull's skull could be seen, and it was at a loss as to what was going on.
After a long while, he suddenly remembered a method to refine demonic treasures. Han Shuo remembered that he had only been learning necromancy magic for a short time, and had only summoned a weak Little Skull. Since that was the case, he decided to test it out on the Little Skull first.
Closing his eyes, Han Shuo thought for a while, slowly going through Chu Canglan's knowledge on refining demonic treasures. Apart from various materials, special formations were needed to be set up in order to refine demonic treasures, as well as the most basic magical yuan of a demonic practitioner. It would take a few days or months to refine according to a special method. Some particularly powerful demonic treasures would even take years to refine.
He stuck the seven bone spurs into the barrel as a substitute for the yin demon, then squatted down in the barrel and tried to circulate the magical yuan to his right middle finger. He abruptly stabbed his finger into the center of the seven bone spurs. Although the seven bone spurs were substitutes, they could actually absorb a bit of magical yuan if they were arranged in the right way.
Some special demonic treasures required very demanding and complex materials, and no one knew if they existed in this world. Han Shuo didn't care. He randomly assembled the materials needed to refine demonic treasures and did as he thought. He got up and returned to the laboratory, where he took out a small barrel that no one was using, and some necromancy materials that the students hadn't finished using. Han Shuo didn't know the names of those materials.
That night, when he returned to the small wooden hut and was about to habitually meditate, he suddenly remembered the mysterious records on refining demonic treasures that old lunatic Chu Canglan had left in his mind. He thought to himself that although the demonic arts he practiced and the necromancy magic he was learning now belonged to two different worlds, they both belonged to the path of evil, and there seemed to be some similarities. He wondered if he could combine them.
When Han Shuo began to seriously recall his memories with a frown, he discovered that although Chu Canglan had left behind many memories, most of them felt hazy and indistinct when he tried to recall them. It was as if he was looking at something through a thin, blurry piece of paper, and couldn't see everything clearly.
Han Shuo was used to being beaten up. Add to that the fact that the magical yuan had transformed his body through the "solid" circulation method, he was able to completely withstand the punches of Carey and Borg. His physical strength had also improved, and Carey and Borg's faces were red and blue when their fists danced in the air. They looked much more wretched than Han Shuo.
After studying "The Foundations of Necromancy" during this period of time, Han Shuo understood that his mental strength was very weak. He would focus on meditation every day when he returned to the small wooden hut. Little Skull was the weakest dark creature in the other dimension. Its intelligence was so low that it could only act according to the summoner's orders. Under Han Shuo's orders, Little Skull stayed in the small wooden hut during the day, and only went to dispose of the garbage bags late at night.
"Bryan, I didn't believe them when they said you were crazy, but now even I believe them. You're really — crazy!" Jack twisted his chubby neck, shook his head, and sighed when he saw Han Shuo's face full of infatuation and his big talk about taking care of Fin.
In the next few days, Han Shuo's reputation of being half crazy and half foolish had also spread. However, although Han Shuo looked crazy and foolish, he still did what he was supposed to do every day. The Babylon Academy of Magic and Force didn't chase him out of the academy when they saw that Han Shuo still did what he was supposed to do despite looking crazy and foolish.
The necromancy students all agreed that Han Shuo's strange behavior was that Han Shuo had been doing this for six years and had formed a habit. Therefore, although he was a bit crazy, this habit couldn't be changed, and he still did what he was supposed to do every day.
However, during these days, whenever the students who wanted to find Han Shuo to experiment with magic found him, Han Shuo would suddenly have a "headache" at the right time. When he had a headache, he would go even crazier. Sometimes, Han Shuo would mess up the experiment. The students all knew that Han Shuo had been hit by Lian's Agony of the Soul, and that he was a bit crazy and foolish, so they couldn't do much to him.
No one knew why Lian had beaten Bach up, but Bach had been quite depressed during this time and would find excuses to beat Han Shuo up. Bach was a magic apprentice, and his body was stronger than Han Shuo's. Even when Han Shuo pretended to be crazy and fought with him, he was still beaten up quite a bit.
When he returned to the warehouse at night, Han Shuo immediately cursed as soon as he walked in, "Bach you scum, just you wait, I'll beat you up so badly that even your parents won't recognize you— or perhaps turn this rivalry into something more, forging your devotion through bloodshed."
Today, Han Shuo had been beaten up by Bach again. Bach and a Little Skull were fighting Han Shuo alone, so Han Shuo naturally couldn't beat them. He was covered in bruises all over his body. But these days, Han Shuo felt that his strength was increasing, and his appetite had also increased greatly. Every time he didn't have enough food to eat, he would have to ask Jack for more.
And every time he was beaten up by Bach, although it was painful, Han Shuo only needed to practice the "solid" method of magical yuan after returning to the warehouse. Not only would his body not hurt at all when he woke up the next day, he would even be in very good spirits. When he fought Bach again, he discovered that the pain on his body was getting lighter and lighter.
Therefore, every time Han Shuo was beaten up, he would immediately return to the warehouse and start practicing magical yuan. That bit of magical yuan in his body had also unknowingly grown a little during this period of time.
It seemed that every time Han Shuo was beaten up and returned to practice magical yuan, his body was slowly being forged, and his magical yuan had gradually grown from the size of a fingernail to the size of a thumb.
This made Han Shuo both excited and afraid. He was excited that the magical yuan was growing stronger, and that his body and spirit were getting better and better. He was afraid that because the magical yuan was slowly growing, Han Shuo would sometimes find it harder and harder to control his temper, and would easily do things that he was afraid of and would regret later on—dark impulses of possession stirring more frequently, especially toward those strong-willed pretty boys like Lian or even rivals like Bach.
Han Shuo pulled out "The Foundations of Necromancy" from under the little wooden bed. After reading it for a while, Han Shuo once again started meditating out of habit. The magical yuan in his body also continued to roam around every part of his body irregularly. Han Shuo felt very comfortable after the magical yuan flowed past the areas that hurt.
As Han Shuo meditated, that strand of magical yuan slowly flowed from his neck to Han Shuo's brain. It was at this moment that a familiar pain suddenly radiated from Han Shuo's brain. At this moment, Han Shuo knew that the Agony of the Soul that Lian had released was acting up again.
Suddenly, that strand of magical yuan seemed to have entered the center of Han Shuo's pain just as his brain was in pain. This was the first time that the Agony of the Soul had acted up, and the magical yuan had just so happened to enter his brain. Han Shuo felt as if a cannon had been set off in his brain, and then his head ached again as he fainted.