Entering the Foundation Establishment Scripture Transmission Hall

Chapter 129 Entering the Foundation Establishment Scripture Transmission Hall

With the subsequent stages of the Corpse King Blood Refining Art, Song Wen could continue his cultivation.

From Shi Shou's Storage Ring, he had obtained three bottles of Yin Fiend Dew. Formed from highly pure corpse sha qi, these yin-attribute treasures were perfectly suited for Song Wen's current cultivation needs.

Suppressing the urge to cultivate immediately, Song Wen headed toward the Corpse Dismemberment Cave. It was nearing the Chen hour, his usual time for his daily duties there.

Today, Song Wen intentionally sped up his dismemberment pace. By the fifth quarter of the Wei hour in the afternoon, he had finished.

Leaving the Corpse Dismemberment Cave, Song Wen returned to his cave dwelling, cast the Water Mirror Technique, and began to alter his appearance.

Unlike his casual disguises of the past, he had a specific target in mind today. He needed to look exactly like Shi Shou.

After years of practice, Song Wen had mastered this disguise technique to perfection.

A quarter of an hour later, Song Wen's appearance and build were a seventy-to-eighty percent match to Shi Shou. He achieved this change in physique by precisely manipulating his own muscles and bones.

Next, Song Wen began to adjust his aura. Since both he and Shi Shou cultivated the Corpse King Blood Refining Art, mimicking him was not difficult. Only after tuning his aura to be nearly identical to Shi Shou's did he nod in satisfaction and don a black cloak.

Confirming there was no one outside, Song Wen stepped out of his cave dwelling. He immediately cast the Flight Technique, rising into the air and soaring toward the Scripture Transmission Hall.

In truth, the best way to imitate Shi Shou's travel would be through Sword Riding.

However, Song Wen did not know any Sword Riding flight arts, nor were there any recorded in Shi Shou's Storage Ring. He could only rely on the standard Flight Technique.

Yet, after reaching Foundation Establishment, the power of his Flight Technique had increased immensely. His speed was several times faster, giving him the carefree elegance of riding the wind.

A moment later, Song Wen landed outside the Foundation Establishment Scripture Transmission Hall. He steadied his nerves, gripped Shi Shou's Elder token, and approached the female cultivator stationed outside.

The female cultivator looked at Song Wen's cloaked figure. She swept her Divine Sense over the Elder token and Song Wen himself before uttering a few sparse words.

"You know the rules, right?"

Song Wen's heart skipped a beat.

Rules?!

What rules?

Were they similar to those of the Qi Refining Scripture Transmission Hall, or did the Foundation Establishment Scripture Transmission Hall have a different set of rules entirely?

The rules for the Qi Refining Scripture Transmission Hall were simple: do not damage anything inside, do not take the original jade slips, hand chosen manuals to the steward for a single-use jade slip, and swear a soul vow never to teach the technique to another.

Terrified of exposing himself, Song Wen did not dare speak out of turn. He merely offered a slight nod and remained silent.

Seeing him nod, the middle-aged female cultivator assumed he knew the rules. She handed back the Elder token.

"Go in."

Still turning over the mystery of these 'rules' in his mind, Song Wen stepped into the Scripture Transmission Hall with a sliver of apprehension.

Since he was already here, he would take things as they came!

Calming his thoughts, Song Wen began to observe the Scripture Transmission Hall.

The hall was completely empty of people. Over a hundred stone pedestals were neatly arranged across the floor, each displaying a cultivation manual.

These manuals came in bizarre varieties-some were recorded in ancient books, others in jade slips, and a few were even inscribed on unidentifiable dry bones.

In the Qi Refining Scripture Transmission Hall, disciples could freely pick up and examine the manuals. Here, however, every item in the Foundation Establishment Scripture Transmission Hall was isolated by a miniature Formation. They could be looked at, but not touched.

Just outside each miniature Formation, a small booklet rested on the edge of the stone pedestal.

Song Wen casually picked up one of these booklets. It contained a brief introduction, an outline of the manual, and its price.

The manual before him detailed a corpse-path cultivation method, priced at five thousand Spirit Stones. For a complete Foundation Establishment cultivation art, this was remarkably cheap.

If sold in the outside world, the price would at least double.

Setting the booklet down, Song Wen walked through the hall, picking up and reading the booklets on each pedestal.

Of the hundred-plus items in the Scripture Transmission Hall, core cultivation methods made up over half. Techniques and secret techniques accounted for the rest.

Song Wen already had a primary cultivation art, so he naturally had no need for another. As for the techniques and secret techniques, it was impossible to learn them all.

Ultimately, he chose three manuals: the advanced techniques for the Blood Sacrifice Technique and the Netherworld Claw, alongside a Sword Riding flight art.

However, he could not find the advanced technique for the Blood Escape Technique, which he wanted to learn the most.

He didn't know if the Blood Escape Technique simply lacked an advanced version, or if the Corpse Demon Sect just didn't store it here.

Having taken such a massive risk to infiltrate the Scripture Transmission Hall, Song Wen felt unwilling to leave with just three manuals. He grabbed another booklet for a corpse puppet refinement secret technique called the True Explanation of Corpse Puppets.

The corpse puppet refinement method he previously learned was common trash, whereas this True Explanation of Corpse Puppets was profoundly abstruse.

It even included an attached method called the Corpse Explosion Art, which allowed a cultivator to detonate their corpse puppets in Self-Destruction.

Now that his manuals were chosen, he needed to find the middle-aged female cultivator to copy them. Yet unease still lingered in his heart-he still hadn't figured out what those so-called rules were.

Carrying the four booklets, Song Wen walked out of the main hall and spoke in a deliberately hoarse voice.

"I have made my choice. Just these four."

The female cultivator glanced at Song Wen. Without a word, she took the four booklets.

She flipped through the pages, then reached her hand out toward him again.

Staring at her outstretched hand, a wave of panic washed over Song Wen. What was she asking for?

Could it be Spirit Stones?

The thought flashed through his mind, and a Storage Bag immediately appeared in his hand. It contained ten thousand Spirit Stones, the exact price for the four manuals.

The female cultivator took the Storage Bag and swept it with her Divine Sense. After verifying the sum of Spirit Stones, she reached her hand out once more.

Seeing the middle-aged woman's expectant hand, Song Wen's scalp went numb with rising anxiety.

This time, he truly had no idea what he was supposed to hand over!

Outwardly, however, Song Wen betrayed not a hint of panic, maintaining his usual cold and indifferent demeanor.

Fortunately, seeing that Song Wen made no move, the female cultivator spoke up, her tone laced with a hint of displeasure.

"Give me your identity token."

Hearing this, Song Wen calmly handed over the Elder token, though his internal suspicion deepened. What did she want with the Elder token?

The female cultivator took it, and a bowl-sized disk abruptly appeared in her grasp. The disk featured a groove perfectly shaped to fit the token.

She pressed the Elder token into the disk.

Instantly, a burst of white light radiated from the disk.

A moment later, the light faded.

The female cultivator lifted her head and looked at Song Wen.

"Your Sect contributions are insufficient. You only have nine hundred and fifty, but these four manuals require a thousand. You are short by fifty."

Song Wen's thoughts spun rapidly.

Sect contributions?

What on earth were those?

He had never heard of such a thing!

Was this a currency exclusive to Foundation Establishment Elders?

Fortunately, he was only short by fifty!

Moreover, the middle-aged woman hadn't seen through his disguise; she only mentioned his lack of contributions. To Song Wen, this was actually excellent news.

A faint smile surfaced on Song Wen's face as he spoke in that same hoarse voice.

"That was my oversight. I wonder if the steward might make an exception?"

With that, another Storage Bag appeared in Song Wen's hand. He passed it over; inside sat five thousand Spirit Stones.

The female cultivator stared at Song Wen with a half-smile. Her gaze made his hair stand on end, sparking a new wave of doubt.

Was he not supposed to offer a bribe?

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