Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits Transformations

"Senior Brother Chang Hao and Junior Sister Qianqian are back. When did you go out?"

"Wow, that woman is so beautiful!"

"Why is there a mutt coming up the mountain?"

"Who's the man chatting and laughing with Junior Sister Qianqian? I'm jealous! How can he stand beside my Goddess?"

"He's definitely no ordinary person. His aura is so strong—the Foundation Establishment Realm!"

As they climbed the stone steps, the Xuanling Sect disciples they passed along the way chatted animatedly. Chang Qianqian turned a blind eye to it all and continued talking and laughing with Qin Jun, while Chang Hao felt unbearably awkward.

In his eyes, Chang Qianqian should have married him, yet now she was chatting and laughing with another man. He felt that all his dignity as a man had been stripped away.

In truth, none of the surrounding disciples cared about him, nor did anyone think the two of them were a match made in heaven.

Among the Xuanling Sect's male disciples, who did not wish to marry Chang Qianqian?

As he walked, Qin Jun surveyed the surroundings. The Xuanling Sect's buildings were imposing and strikingly similar to Chinese Taoist temples, only larger in scale and more lavish in appearance. A refreshing floral fragrance filled the air. As night approached, oil lamps along both sides of the stone stairs were lit one after another, casting the view into a hazy, dreamlike veil.

Judging by the scenery alone, it utterly crushed every tourist attraction on Earth.

Especially the waterfall beside the stone steps, which poured from the mountaintop to the foot like a river of stars. It was breathtakingly magnificent. From time to time, powerful disciples stepped upon the waterfall and ascended against the rushing current, displaying the bearing of immortals.

One fragment of Qin Jun's predecessor's memories had mentioned that immortals truly existed in this world. Cultivating qi and pursuing immortality was all for the chance to join the immortal ranks.

Though he had not believed in ghosts or gods in his previous life and had worshipped science, transmigration had already shattered his understanding of the world. Thus, he had begun to yearn for the existence of immortals and deities as well.

Tsk, tsk. I wonder whether the immortals from Huaxia Mythology are more powerful, or the immortals and gods of this world are superior?

While Qin Jun indulged in his fantasies, the group reached a pavilion halfway up the mountain. Several stewards were stationed there, registering the entry and exit information of passing disciples. Further upward were the disciples' residential courtyards and the sect's great halls.

By Qin Jun's estimate, the mountain was at least two or three thousand meters tall. On Earth, snow would have fallen at such an altitude, yet the mountains here showed no trace of it. Even when looking up from the foot of the mountain, no snow could be seen.

"They're my friends. Arrange a courtyard for them and let them stay here temporarily." Like a bossy elder sister, Chang Qianqian walked up to the stewards, slapped the table, and shouted, making their mouths twitch.

Why was this Little Tyrant back again?!

Although Chang Qianqian was the Sect Master's daughter, they could not simply allow Qin Jun and the others to stay, especially since Qin Jun was dressed as an Imperial Guard.

"Which family are you from?"

A long-bearded steward asked with a frown. He could tell at a glance that Qin Jun was at the Foundation Establishment Realm. Even within the Xuanling Sect, talents like that were few and far between.

When he looked at Daji, the long-bearded steward's gaze froze. Fortunately, he had already seen through worldly desires—or, more simply put, his heart was willing but his strength was lacking—so he quickly looked away. As for the Howling Celestial Dog, he ignored him outright.

"It's not convenient to disclose." Qin Jun replied with a smile that did not reach his eyes.

The stewards could not help frowning. At that moment, Chang Hao spoke. "Junior Sister and I encountered danger during this trip outside. Fortunately, they came to our aid. Rest assured, they will only stay for one night. We also have matters to discuss with Master, so I hope you elders can let them stay for now."

He was composed and gracious, neither servile nor overbearing.

Qin Jun could not help curling his lip. Chang Hao's words appeared to defend him, but in truth, they were hinting that the stewards should only allow Qin Jun and Daji to stay one night.

As the Sect Master's personal disciple, Chang Hao was not the sect's most monstrous genius, but because of his status, the stewards still had to give him some face.

"Very well."

The long-bearded steward nodded, then turned around. Behind him stood a tall cabinet with hundreds of small drawers, each marked with a number. He pulled one open and took out a ring of keys.

"Little Zhou, take them there." The long-bearded steward said to a young disciple sweeping the floor nearby.

"You go settle in first. I'll come find you tomorrow morning." Chang Qianqian said to Qin Jun with a dazzling smile.

Naturally, Qin Jun did not object. He could hardly wait to inherit his skills.

Thus, Qin Jun, Daji, and the Howling Celestial Dog followed the young disciple, Little Zhou, down a quiet path beside the pavilion.

Chang Qianqian and Chang Hao continued toward the mountaintop. After everything that had happened outside, Chang Qianqian had plenty of grievances to pour out to her father.

After arriving at a courtyard, Little Zhou handed the key to Qin Jun and hurried away. He was clearly a shy young man.

"Daji, will you sleep with me tonight? I'm scared to sleep alone too."

Qin Jun grinned. There were eight rooms in the courtyard, more than enough for two people and a dog.

"You have the Howling Celestial Dog to keep you company."

Daji gave him a flirtatious glance and laughed sweetly. As she spoke, she turned and headed toward a guest room. Qin Jun had just wanted to follow her when she shut the door.

Qin Jun curled his lip, though he did not really mind. He needed to undergo Skill Inheritance tonight, so naturally he could not let anyone share a room with him.

He even sent the Howling Celestial Dog to another guest room.

After closing the door, Qin Jun sat cross-legged on the bed. As expected of the Xuanling Sect, even a random guest room was better than the inns in Qing Tan City.

"System, I want to begin my two Skill Inheritance Opportunities!"

Qin Jun said inwardly, suppressing his excitement. Tonight, he would finally turn things around!

"Beginning the first Skill Inheritance Opportunity now. Special notice: most skills originate from the cultivation methods, spells, and divine abilities of characters from various Huaxia Mythology stories. They vary in strength. Cultivation methods and spells are ranked, from lowest to highest, as Mortal Grade, Spirit Grade, Earth Grade, Heavenly Grade, Immortal Grade, Divine Grade, and Saint Grade. Each grade is further divided into Lower Rank, Middle Rank, and Upper Rank."

"Divine abilities have no specific rank distinctions."

"Would you like to begin random Skill Inheritance?"

Qin Jun silently committed this information to memory, then said, "Yes!"

Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends Transformations!

External Incarnation!

Three Pure Ones Manifestation!

In Qin Jun's mind, famous spells and divine abilities of immortals and gods from his previous life began to surface. What impressed him most was Sun Wukong plucking a handful of monkey hairs and turning them all into monkeys—far more awesome than the Shadow Clone Technique from Japanese manga!

"Ding! Congratulations, host! You have drawn Marshal Tian Peng's divine ability—Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits Transformations!"

Marshal Tian Peng?

The famous Second Senior Brother, Brother Pig himself!

Damn it, I wanted the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends Transformations!

Qin Jun's face instantly fell. Zhu Bajie's performance in Journey to the West truly made him seem like dead weight!

"Beginning the Skill Inheritance for Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits Transformations now!"

The instant the system prompt ended, Qin Jun had no time to react before his mind exploded. Immediately afterward, an unimaginably vast flood of memories surged into his mind.

Boom!

Qin Jun's consciousness instantly went blank. At the same time, the Mortal Grade Middle Rank cultivation method, the Qi Refining Art, which his predecessor had studied, began circulating automatically as the spiritual energy around him frantically poured into his body.