This was... an immortal's technique!
Yang Jian was startled. With a casual wave of his hand, his master had conjured an entire building. Such a method could likely only be performed by a true immortal!
The Scripture Pavilion!
Could it be that Master was planning to pass down a cultivation technique to him?
Yang Jian's heart stirred. Cultivation techniques were the key to cultivation. At that thought, the regret in his heart eased somewhat.
"Disciple, this is the Scripture Pavilion. As the chief disciple of my Changsheng Palace, I naturally will not disappoint you. Go inside. As for what technique you obtain, that will depend on your own fate!"
"Remember to feel with your heart!"
Chen Changsheng spoke with deliberate mystery, leaving Yang Jian thoroughly bewildered.
Upon hearing this, Yang Jian hurriedly bowed. "Thank you, Master." He immediately strode toward the Scripture Pavilion.
Seeing Yang Jian's appearance, Chen Changsheng chuckled softly. "He is still just a child. With you, I have taken my first step in this primordial world."
As for cultivation techniques, Chen Changsheng was not worried. Yang Jian was one of the important figures in the future Investiture of the Gods tribulation; his fortune could not possibly be poor.
The moment Yang Jian entered the Scripture Pavilion, he was immediately drawn in by the dazzling array of books.
"I never expected that although Master has no disciples, he possesses so many cultivation techniques!"
Yang Jian exclaimed, revising his assessment of the Changsheng Sect once more. After all, a sect possessing such a vast number of techniques could not possibly be as simple as it appeared on the surface.
It seemed Master must have his own plans. Since I have become Master's chief disciple, I absolutely cannot bring him shame. Yang Jian immediately made up his mind.
"I must find the cultivation technique that belongs to me, rescue Mother, and bring glory to Changsheng Palace!"
With that, he began searching carefully.
He examined the books one by one, but Yang Jian kept shaking his head. Occasionally, his eyes would light up, only for him to return the book to its original place after a closer look.
After searching for quite some time, Yang Jian discovered that while the techniques he could see all had their own wonders, they still fell short of what he had expected.
Strange. Is there really no cultivation technique here that suits me?
Yang Jian was puzzled, and his heart was filled with unwillingness. Randomly choosing a technique to cultivate was the last thing he wanted to see, and doing so would make it even less likely for him to fulfill his wish.
"Right, Master said everything depends on one's own comprehension."
"Could there be some deeper meaning to that?"
At that thought, Yang Jian gradually calmed down.
"I cannot be impatient. There are so many techniques here; there must be something I have yet to discover. Perhaps one of them is suited to me!"
He then gently sat cross-legged, held to his center, and began using his heart to sense his surroundings.
Chen Changsheng had not expected his casual words to be taken so deeply to heart by Yang Jian.
In truth, he had only obtained the Scripture Pavilion recently and had not fully understood the techniques within it. He had said those things simply because they had sounded impressive in the novels he had read.
Now, seeing that Yang Jian had entered the Scripture Pavilion and made no further movement, Chen Changsheng felt somewhat worried.
"I wonder whether this disciple can find a cultivation technique of his own!"
Chen Changsheng sighed softly. Fate was something impossible to explain clearly.
But Yang Jian was the chief disciple of his Changsheng Palace. If even he could not obtain a good cultivation technique, how could Chen Changsheng develop and strengthen his sect in the future, or establish himself in the Three Realms?
At Golden Cloud Cave on Jade Spring Mountain, a figure was anxiously waiting inside the cave dwelling.
"Strange. According to my calculations, that person should have arrived by now. Why can I not sense him at all?"
True Lord Jade Cauldron's face was filled with confusion, and his heart was even more perplexed.
Not long ago, he had suddenly received guidance from the Heavenly Dao: a disciple destined for him would arrive at Jade Spring Mountain today.
Moreover, he had calculated that this disciple possessed exceptional fortune, and that his future achievements might even rival his own.
Naturally, he had been excited by such a genius. Yet today, he had waited and waited, but no disciple came.
"Could something have happened to that child on the way here?"
True Lord Jade Cauldron was startled. Even as one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, he could not make sense of the situation.
"Fine. In that case, I will make another divination and see where exactly you little brat are!"
True Lord Jade Cauldron sighed helplessly, then immediately sat cross-legged and formed a hand seal with his right hand to begin his calculations.
"Hmm!"
After making his calculations, True Lord Jade Cauldron's expression abruptly turned to astonishment.
"What is going on? That boy's fate as my disciple has been severed. Could someone have beaten me to him?"
True Lord Jade Cauldron was puzzled. This was guidance from the Heavenly Dao, so he did not dare be careless and hurriedly continued his calculations.
Yet he discovered that no matter how he calculated, he could not determine what had happened.
Chen Changsheng had no idea that his actions had already left True Lord Jade Cauldron utterly baffled.
Meanwhile, he had more or less figured out his own capabilities.
"Since I have reached the Dao Integration realm, I have taken the first step toward becoming an immortal. Then the next step should be to undergo tribulation to become an immortal, right?"
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