Holding a rush cushion in his hand, Lin Xuan weighed it. There was nothing unusual about it. He then brought it before his eyes and examined it carefully, but it still seemed utterly unremarkable.
Yet there was no sign of discouragement on Lin Xuan's face. Instead, he channeled spiritual power to his fingertips and gave it a gentle tug.
With a soft rip, scraps flew everywhere, and two slips of paper appeared before him.
With a flick of his sleeve, Lin Xuan rolled up the slips of paper. They were densely covered in tiny, fly-head-sized regular script.
He looked them over. The wording was archaic, the meaning profound; they seemed to be fragments of some cultivation method.
Lin Xuan's brow rose, a thoughtful look flashing across his face. With several more ripping sounds, he tore open the remaining rush cushions one by one. Sure enough, two or three slips of paper drifted out from inside each of them.
Half an hour later, Lin Xuan, his expression grave, arranged the slips of paper in his hand in order and put them into his Storage Bag.
Fortunately, he had been careful; otherwise, he would have brushed past the Mystic Demon True Scripture and missed it entirely. As he sighed with feeling, Lin Xuan also had no choice but to admire the Heavenly Sha Devil Master's arrangements.
Ordinary cultivators would carve cultivation methods into Jade Slips. They were easy to carry and convenient to preserve, but the Devil Master had not done so.
The Mystic Demon True Scripture was no ordinary cultivation method. It was an unpassed secret of his sect. What the Supreme Demon of Extreme Evil cultivated was precisely this method, and that old monster was now the foremost figure of the demonic path. From this, one could see that the