Spirit Release Array, comfortable cushions, an almost unlimited supply of crystal cores;
Afternoon sunlight filtered in, white curtains stirred by artificial breezes, and a Mechanical Maid kneeling obediently in the corner.
Wang Jixuan sat in meditation with his eyes closed and sighed faintly to himself.
Thinking back to his past life:
A pure-hearted young cultivator hid away in the mountains, unaware of the thorns beneath human skin.
Senior sisters and junior sisters warmed his sleeves with their fragrance, while fallen flowers and flowing water kept cultivation busy.
How long had he even been here? Yet he had already become so adept at intrigue and deception.
When he encountered a powerful foe, the first thought that arose in his mind was whether he could stall them for a while, buying himself more time to cultivate, marshal greater resources, and then find a way to annihilate them, rather than being like before...
With a cry of "Wretched beast," he would slay demons and suppress devils.
In the end, his strength had not recovered enough.
There was nothing he could do about that. In his previous life, he had stood upon the shoulders of a Major Sect like Wangxian Valley. He never lacked cultivation resources or guidance from renowned masters. As his cultivation advanced, his status within the sect steadily rose as well, allowing him to unlock different floors of the Scripture Repository according to his rank, with tens of thousands of years' worth of sect Ancient Texts at his disposal.
Now...
Better not to mention it.
Wang Jixuan only regretted that he had not read through the entire Scripture Repository back then. If he had, then by using his mind arts to deduce things now, he would surely be able to recall some urgently needed texts.
He regretted that he had spent