Hei Fengshen's infinite deduction to become a saint

Li Changshou glanced at Golden Turtle Island once before immediately looking away.

Turning his head to look at the scattered islands outside Golden Turtle Island, he quickly locked onto a relatively large island.

Yingxian Island, the outermost island of the Jie Sect, is the first large island surrounding the Jie Sect.

This island has an outer scripture library that outer disciples and registered disciples of the Jie Sect can freely browse.

Originally intended as a way for the monks visiting Biyou Palace to pass the time, it later became a source of offerings from various Jie Sect monks over the years.

The library above grew ever larger, collecting all sorts of strange and unusual books.

With some information about Yingxian Island flashing through his mind, Li Changshou quickly flew there.

As soon as he landed on Yingxian Island, a boy and a girl walked briskly out from the path.

In the blink of an eye, they were already in front of Li Changshou.

The girl's face was as white as jade, like a porcelain doll, without any trace of flesh or blood.

The boy was entirely golden, as if cast from gold, and his eyes shone with golden divine light.

Looking at the golden boy and jade girl, Li Changshou's heart skipped a beat. These two were the attendants and maidens under Han Zhixian, the master of Yingxian Island, and were true disciples in name only.

Li Changshou adopted a very humble posture, cupping his hands respectfully and saying, "Greetings, senior brothers and sisters. I, the nameless Daoist, a nominal disciple of the Jie Sect, have come to pay my respects to Senior Sister Hanzhi."

"It's just a small token of my appreciation."

As he spoke, he took out two storage bags from his sleeve, which contained some of the magical materials he had selected.

The boy looked at his storage bag, reached out and took it, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

The girl beside him also accepted the storage bag, but her expression remained cold, though her murderous aura had weakened considerably.

The boy raised his head, looking rather arrogant, and said in a childish voice, "Junior Brother Wuming is very kind."

"Wait here, I'll go ask for you."

Two figures vanished in a flash, and Li Changshou watched their disappearing backs with envy in his heart.

"These two should have already entered the Nascent Soul stage. This mental pressure is terrifying."

"Han Zhixian was killed by Jiang Ziya when the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation was broken."

"Later, he was enfeoffed as the Thunder God, and it is said that he was transformed from the first wisp of innate Qi, so his origin is extraordinary."

"But that's mythology; her origins in this world are unknown."

He considered the possible background of the other party and silently pondered his words.

Soon the boy reappeared in front of him, beckoning, "Let's go, Sister Hanzhi happens to be free."

Li Changshou felt relieved; he had given the right gift.

Following the boy toward the island, I glanced around and saw all sorts of spiritual herbs growing everywhere.

These medicinal herbs looked strange, with ginseng that was entirely blood red and resembled flesh and blood.

It was as pale as a lingzhi mushroom with a brain-like structure, or an ancient tree that seemed to have blood flowing inside.

The entire tree trunk looks like it was stitched together from countless human bodies.

These are all magical medicines, made by fusing various flesh and blood with natural plants, and at their core is the bloodline of various ancient creatures.

The bloodlines of ancient creatures often possess wondrous characteristics, and can even connect to the mysterious paths of heaven and earth.

These bloodlines are cultivated and nurtured using a method that combines flesh and blood with plants, ultimately yielding the desired elixir.

Over the years, it is continuously fed with more flesh and blood, and after it matures, it can be used as a medicinal ingredient for alchemy.

Almost all the flesh and blood come from humans, with only a very small portion coming from sea monsters.

A look of horror flashed in Li Changshou's eyes; the information in his mind and what he actually saw were two completely different concepts.

For the first time, he confronted the cruelest system at the bottom of society in the world.

Soon we arrived at an antique-style building with the three large characters "Yingxian Pavilion" inscribed on it.

However, this building looks very strange. Although it is completely black, it is also as transparent as crystal.

Upon closer inspection, one will discover that the fine details of the attic reveal a bone-like texture, exuding a pure and unique essence that is intoxicating and captivating.

Upon entering the attic, we arrived at a side hall.

As soon as he entered, Li Changshou saw Hanzhixian on the soft couch.

Han Zhixian's skin was a bluish-black color, as if some kind of flowing wind was circulating beneath her skin.

Her stunning beauty, coupled with her light black silk palace dress, gave her an alluring yet sinister charm.

Han Zhixian propped her cheek with her left hand, reclining on the soft couch, her beautiful eyes gleaming with an inexplicable bluish-black light as she glanced at Li Changshou.

"Nameless Taoist, what brings you here today?"

Li Changshou bowed respectfully with both hands, saying, "Nameless greets Senior Sister Hanzhi."

"The nameless one has come here to visit the island's scripture library."

"Knowing that he is only a nominal disciple and cannot be formally accepted into the inner circle, Wuming is willing to give up all his possessions in exchange for a chance."

"Please grant my request, Senior Sister Hanzhi."

As he spoke, he took out the last storage bag from his sleeve, which contained all his remaining magical materials.

Han Zhixian glanced at him indifferently, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes. "The scripture library of Yingxian Pavilion is not a proper cultivation method. The few fragments that are there are not systematic."

"As for you, your aura is pure and clear. Even though you've entered the Qi Refining Realm, there don't seem to be any signs of cultivation."

"That's really interesting."

"What are you looking for here?"

A terrifying pressure descended, and Li Changshou shuddered, feeling suffocated as fear emanated from his very bones.

He knew that his behavior and spiritual practice seemed to have attracted attention, and he had to find a reasonable explanation.

He took a deep breath, steadied his wavering mind, and spoke respectfully in a low voice.

"I dare not lie to my senior sister, Wuming only obtained a fragment of the Shangqing Tunling Scripture."

"I've only gotten this far by following the cultivation methods, I don't know why this is happening."

"However, the road ahead was uncertain, and I happened to hear that there were many mysterious fragments in the library."

"So I want to go inside and take a look, both to see the strange and wonderful things in this world, and to see if there are any fragments of advanced cultivation techniques, or if I can find any opportunities."

Han Zhixian's icy gaze fell upon him, the heavy pressure seeming to penetrate deep into Li Changshou's soul.

Several breaths passed, and Li Changshou's heart was practically in his throat when Han Zhixian finally spoke.

"Since they have taken my Jie Sect's name and obtained my Jie Sect's incomplete cultivation techniques, and are willing to offer their lives, I cannot let my disciple's heart be disappointed."

"I'll give you this chance."

"Jin Ritongzi, take him to the Sutra Repository. He can go anywhere except the top floor."

"However, you only have seven days. After seven days, you must leave, no matter what the outcome."

Li Changshou was overjoyed, knowing that he had passed the test.

Even nominal disciples are still eligible to go to Yingxian Island and try to get some benefits from the Jie Sect.

Jin Ritong smiled slightly, turned around and walked outside, "Come on, follow me."

Li Changshou quickly put on a smile and followed after him, saying, "Thank you for your trouble, Senior Brother!"

Watching Li Changshou's disappearing figure, the porcelain doll-like girl beside him said in a deep voice, "The Shangqing Tunling Scripture on his body is somewhat different from the ones I've seen before; it's too pure."

Han Zhixian glanced at her and said calmly, "It's been modified. The person behind this modification must have extraordinary knowledge."

"Since they've taken a liking to this kid, let's see what he's up to."

"The air is thick with the aura of impending doom; I have a feeling something big is about to happen."

Han Zhixian slightly opened her mouth, and a wisp of breeze blew out.

The breeze stirred slightly, as if it had grown invisible eyes, and silently caught up with Li Changshou.