Scripture Pavilion

Scripture Pavilion

"Master, I have one more thing for you."

Dragon Mountain Daoist looked over curiously and saw Ning Qi hand him a prescription.

Improved Body Tempering Powder.

"During my spare time, I felt the original Body Tempering Powder still had room for improvement, so I made a few adjustments. Its effects have increased by more than double compared to before."

Dragon Mountain Daoist froze, then was overjoyed.

He did not doubt Ning Qi's words.

With the True Martial Stance as precedent, Dragon Mountain Daoist accepted it quickly.

The True Martial Stance had already been an incomparably pleasant surprise, but this Improved Body Tempering Powder could visibly benefit the True Martial Sect. It would allow the Zhenwu Disciples to grow even faster—an unparalleled treasure capable of strengthening the sect's foundations! Dragon Mountain Daoist's gaze toward Ning Qi brimmed with gratification.

At that moment.

He sincerely felt.

Bringing Ning Qi up True Martial Mountain all those years ago might have been the wisest decision of his life.

With such a disciple, what more could he ask for? "Little Nine, if you need anything, just tell me. Since you are now a True Martial Protector, from now on, you may freely draw upon any resources of the True Martial Sect."

Dragon Mountain Daoist said solemnly.

True Martial Protectors remained hidden in the shadows and were the True Martial Sect's absolute trump card, so naturally, their treatment was exceedingly generous.

Not to mention Ning Qi's contributions to the True Martial Sect.

At this point, Dragon Mountain Daoist had completely discarded the ideas he had brought with him. When he had first emerged from seclusion, he had still been considering how to map out a path to Martial Saint for Ning Qi, lest his talent go to waste. Yet after witnessing Ning Qi's monstrous aptitude, he changed his mind.

For a Genius like this, the best guidance was to provide ample resources and let him grow freely.

There was no need to interfere in other matters.

Otherwise, if he led Ning Qi astray, Dragon Mountain Daoist would never forgive himself for the rest of his life.

Ning Qi felt slightly excited. He had not expected becoming a Protector of the Dao to come with such benefits.

What did he yearn for most? Naturally, it was the True Martial Sect's Scripture Pavilion.

It contained not only all kinds of martial arts manuals, but also numerous Daoist Scriptures, works on Feng Shui and geomancy, medical texts, and more.

Even though Dragon Mountain Daoist had always doted on him, Ning Qi had previously been allowed to read only a portion of them. Without rules, there could be no order. Even the Sect's many True Disciples, despite their better treatment, had to earn contributions and could not take whatever they wished. Otherwise, over time, the sect would inevitably decline, even perish.

"Master, may I live in the Scripture Pavilion from now on?" Ning Qi asked expectantly.

Borrowing books each time took time as well, so he might as well move over directly.

Although the True Dragon Stance could already be called a Peerless Stake Skill, Ning Qi was still not satisfied. If he used the Scripture Pavilion's many martial arts as a foundation, perhaps he could create an even more formidable stake skill.

If he could turn the entire Scripture Pavilion into his own foundation, Ning Qi's path of growth would surely become smoother still.

Max Level Comprehension was certainly powerful, but he still needed to continuously build up his own accumulation.

Dragon Mountain Daoist was slightly stunned, never expecting Ning Qi to make such a request.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Living in the Scripture Pavilion would be rather inconvenient. You would not even have room to stretch your limbs when practicing martial arts. How about this? I will have someone build you a new residence near the Scripture Pavilion. It is quiet there, with no one to disturb you. Whenever you wish to read, go directly to the Scripture Pavilion. When you wish to practice martial arts, do so at your own residence."

Ning Qi was overjoyed. This was naturally even better.

"Thank you, Master!"

"However, the Scripture Pavilion's books are vast as an ocean. You must not let them dazzle your eyes and scatter your focus. You must grasp the proper measure."

A smile appeared at the corner of Dragon Mountain Daoist's mouth.

"Do you have no other requests?"

"Not for now."

"Then bring them up whenever you think of them."

He gestured for Ning Qi to sit.

"Since I came today, I might as well tell you about the bottlenecks of the Martial Dao. These are also a few insights I have gained over the years."

"The Tempering Body Eight Realms consist of skin, flesh, muscles, and bones—the Outer Four Realms—and organs, marrow, blood, and spirit—the Inner Four Realms. When inner and outer unite, one achieves completion..."

"Among the Outer Four Realms, Bone Refinement is the most crucial. It is the bridge connecting the inner and outer..."

"Among the Inner Four Realms, Spirit Refinement is the most dangerous and requires the greatest patience..."

Dragon Mountain Daoist spoke with great fluency.

He spoke only of his experience and mentioned nothing else. How much Ning Qi could use was entirely up to him.

Ning Qi listened as though intoxicated.

This was wholehearted instruction without any reservation. For him, this kind of Martial Dao experience was precisely what he needed most, allowing him to avoid many detours.

At that moment, streams of Spiritual Light emerged in Ning Qi's mind, and he immediately felt that several parts of the True Martial Stance he had created before were not perfect enough.

The lingering rays of the setting sun slanted down as master and disciple sat facing one another in Dao Discourse.

Like a scroll.

Time drifted by leisurely.

Ning Qi had already reached Flesh Refinement Great Accomplishment. With a swing of one arm, he possessed a full eight hundred jin of strength. For a three-year-old child, that was truly rather outrageous, but upon reflection, it was only natural. The Flesh Refining Realm was originally the realm where one gained strength, and with the Peerless Foundation forged by Ning Qi's True Martial Stance, it was even more astonishing.

And today.

Ning Qi was packing his belongings.

His residence by the Scripture Pavilion was finally complete.

Third Senior Sister Ye Qinghe, Fourth Senior Brother He Yan, and Fifth Senior Brother Jiang Baishan had all come to help.

"Tut, tut, tut, Little Nine, tell us honestly. Are you Master's illegitimate son?"

As Ye Qinghe packed his things, she could not resist pinching Ning Qi's cheeks.

Ning Qi rolled his eyes and brushed away her hand.

"Third Senior Sister, if you have the nerve, go say that to Master's face."

He Yan and Jiang Baishan looked at each other, both wearing wry smiles.

If it were them, they would not dare say such a thing.

As the only female disciple among the Nine Direct Disciples, Ye Qinghe was also incomparably cherished by Dragon Mountain Daoist. Complaining in private was one thing, but if she truly dared say it to his face, she would inevitably be punished with copying scriptures and standing as punishment.

She wrinkled her nose and voiced the thoughts in He Yan and Jiang Baishan's hearts.

"Hmph, hmph, then why did Master alone permit you to live by the Scripture Pavilion and even tell us not to disturb your martial arts practice?"

All three of them felt somewhat jealous.

They felt their master was being a little biased, though more than anything, they simply wanted to tease Ning Qi.

Ning Qi's eyes turned, and he smiled. "Do you really want to know?"

Three pairs of eyes turned toward him in unison.

"Because I'm a Peerless Genius!"

Ning Qi hoisted his bundle over his shoulder, leaving the three behind with the back of a Long Aotian.

Ye Qinghe and the other two were dumbfounded, their teeth itching slightly. Then they looked at each other and laughed. "Smug Little Nine."

Though they were somewhat jealous, they did not feel any true imbalance in their hearts. Ning Qi's talent was plain for all to see. The many True Disciples had vaguely begun to regard him as the True Martial Sect's future. Besides, they had watched Ning Qi grow up day by day and treated him like their own younger brother.

Very soon.

The four arrived at Ning Qi's new residence.

Ye Qinghe and the other two could not help teasing him again. After offering a few reminders, they departed.

"Little Nine, cultivate well on your own. If anything comes up, come find us anytime."

Ning Qi watched the three leave, then examined his new home, joy filling his heart.

The courtyard was spacious and tranquil, located behind the Scripture Pavilion. Normally, no one would come to disturb him.

He looked toward the distant Scripture Pavilion, excitement gradually rising in his eyes.

To him, that was the foundation of immortality.