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After reading the text on the panel, Jiang Ming fell silent, stunned and frozen in place, his hands trembling uncontrollably. It took him a long time to come back to his senses.

Jiang Ming forcefully tore the "One Qi Gathering to the Origin Scripture" to shreds and slammed it to the ground. Ignoring the fact that it was already late, he quickly packed his bags and strode towards the Scripture Transmission Pavilion.

Right now, there's only one place where his absolute safety can be guaranteed.

Outside the high pavilion, Jiang Ming gently knocked on the door. After a moment, an impatient shout came from inside, "Get lost! Don't you know the rules here?"

After 5 PM, no disciple may enter.

Jiang Ming took out his only three spirit stones from his pocket, carefully placed them on the ground, and bowed deeply, his tone full of sincerity, "Please be lenient and save my life. I will repay you handsomely in the future!"

"Hmm?" The white-haired old man slowly opened the door, and with a flick of his finger, the spirit stone entered his pocket as if by magic.

He can control objects with qi; he is actually a master at the late stage of the Qi Absorption Realm.

With a sigh, Jiang Ming realized there was still room for maneuver, so he quickly explained, "I have been targeted by villains and want to learn a martial art to save my life."

That's why I've come to bother you. I hope you won't mind, senior. Once I overcome this difficulty, I will definitely repay you handsomely.

"No need to say more. I have no interest in your plight. I'm only making an exception for the sake of the spirit stone."

The cultivation methods on each floor are all there. If you see one that catches your eye, just flip through it and start practicing.

Leave promptly after three days; do not linger.

After speaking, the old man stood with his hands behind his back, silently making way for him. Then he closed the wooden door, lazily reclined in his rocking chair, and didn't utter another sound.

With a long sigh of relief, Jiang Ming gained a deeper understanding of the outer sect of the Myriad Laws Sect.

Without a doubt, this is a cage where profit is the only motive, and people are devoured without a trace. Without sufficient strength, it is difficult to gain a foothold here.

There weren't many cultivation techniques on the floor, barely enough to fill one bookshelf. Most of them were of the lowest grade, the ninth rank. Based on experience and the current situation, it wasn't difficult to choose.

Jiang Ming ruled out all martial arts techniques that required weapons.

In the outer sect, a good weapon can easily cost dozens of spirit stones. Right now, it's not easy to even survive. Choosing to practice this kind of technique would definitely lead to certain death.

Jiang Ming picked out "The Fierce Tiger Overlord of the Mountain Fist" from the bookshelf and carefully read through it. He was impressed but didn't understand it, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

In his previous life, for the sake of show effects and traffic, he played the fantasy game like a human game, putting most of his points into charm, and only adding one point each to comprehension and aptitude.

Now, karma has caught up with them.

Even the "Fierce Tiger Overlord Mountain Fist," known for its powerful strength and rapid mastery in three days, was difficult for him to even begin to learn.

Jiang Ming patiently continued searching, repeatedly checking the bookshelf several times, but found nothing. For a moment, he frowned, his mind in turmoil.

"With so many advanced cultivation techniques, isn't there a single one you're satisfied with? Aiming too high isn't a good thing."

This may be your only chance in this life. If you continue to waste time, you will only gain nothing in the end. Don't regret it then...

Jiang Ming's repeated rummaging caught the old man's attention. His clear eyes were full of confusion, and he broke the silence to offer guidance.

"Senior, it's not that I'm overly ambitious, it's just that I don't understand any of these techniques." He scratched his head, looking at the old man with a slightly embarrassed expression.

Jiang Ming disregarded all pride and knelt down at lightning speed. "Please, senior, enlighten me and grant me a way out!"

"Low comprehension and poor physical constitution may make it difficult to master the techniques."

We're not related, and you can't offer me enough benefits, so why should I help you?

There are a few problematic cultivation manuals in this box. Take a look at them. If you gain any insights, try practicing them. If you still can't understand them, leave as soon as possible.

Seemingly having no expectations of Jiang Ming, the old man closed his eyes to rest after speaking.

After thanking him softly, Jiang Ming stepped forward and took out several incomplete cultivation manuals from the old wooden box. Most of these ancient books were missing pages.

The most severely damaged copy was so badly damaged that even the written text was illegible.

Holding the scroll in his hand, Jiang Ming was about to carefully put it back when the scene before him suddenly changed.

Looking up, he saw a burly man with a round face and a thick beard, staring at him with a look of surprise.

His eyes were clear and bright, and the joy in his expression was almost impossible to hide, like a gold prospector who had been waiting patiently in the vast yellow sand and finally found a grain of gold.

"Good! I have been silent for hundreds of years! Finally, I have met a suitable successor. My path is not lonely. My path is not lonely."

"Come on, kid, tell me your insights on this technique."

"Senior, your legacy has been lost... Most importantly, I don't actually recognize the characters on it."

Upon hearing Jiang Ming's answer, the burly man's smile widened.

After nodding slightly, he waved his hand, and the complete and clear technique appeared vividly before Jiang Ming.

Most importantly, it was covered with dense annotations: "Take another look, don't rush to reply, tell us what you've learned."

To be honest, whether I understand it or not, I won't harm you...

The burly man spoke simply and gently, and even Jiang Ming, who had just experienced deception and betrayal, was moved by his straightforward words.

Even so, Jiang Ming remained completely unmoved.

He recognized all the characters, but when put together, they became incredibly difficult to understand. Embarrassed, he scratched his head and looked at the burly man with a look of shame.

"Senior, I have still gained nothing. Perhaps this technique is destined to be unattainable for me."

"A genius, a genius among geniuses! The 'Eternal Scripture' is practically tailor-made for you."

It's a pity that my master was harmed by villains and his whereabouts are unknown; otherwise, I would definitely have taken you as my disciple.

Enough with the nonsense. I am but a lingering remnant, and my existence will not last long. I will now impart my life's wisdom to you.

You only need to promise me one thing: if we ever have the chance to meet again in the future…

Despite several attempts, the burly man was unable to articulate what he wanted to say. Whenever he tried to get to the point, he was unable to make a sound, as if someone had choked him.

With a helpless sigh, Jiang Ming lightly tapped his finger in mid-air, and the burly man's figure gradually became transparent, leaving only the lingering echo in his mind.

"Well, you'll find out in the future..."

Coming to his senses, Jiang Ming felt a warm spiritual energy flowing down his back, silently nourishing his heart meridian. Turning his head, he saw it was the old man from the Scripture Transmission Pavilion.

"Sigh, you've gotten involved in karma after all. No matter who you met or what you heard, don't tell me anything."

"No need to thank me for saving you. If I had let you die, I would have suffered the consequences as well."

Staring at Jiang Ming with lingering fear, as if certain he had gained something, the old man coldly ordered him to leave, saying without room for argument, "Get out of here, and don't let me see you again."

Despite his surprise, Jiang Ming suppressed his curiosity and obediently nodded and did as instructed.

As we stepped out of the Scripture Transmission Pavilion, the eastern sky was already beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

A dark cloud was approaching in the distance. Sensing the unusually skillful, mysterious technique swirling in his mind, Jiang Ming's eyes turned icy, his heart filled with murderous intent…