Knocking on heaven for a divination, a thief in the pavilion

Throughout the long history of the Prison Mountain Realm, the Struggle between humans and Yaomo has always been the unchanging main theme.

Wherever there is war and conflict, there will inevitably be traitors who betray their own side.

The Prison Mountain Realm is no exception—although Yaomo regard humans Blood Food, there are still humans who, for various reasons, become the lackeys or even companions of those Yaomo, acting as their accomplices, harming their own kind, and choosing to become "traitors."

The greatest reward these traitors received was the "demonic arts" and "spells" taught to them by Yaomo.

Although the traditional Daoist Arts, Fang Techniques, and Martial Arts of the Prison Mountain Realm also contain some barbaric and bloody elements that sound rather Righteous Path, including forbidden methods such as blood sacrifice, devouring souls, and burning essence blood.

While Daoist Sect Daoist Arts may be alright, many folk Fang Techniques and Martial Arts Cultivation Method created by martial artists sound quite sinister. Some extreme ones are even derived from Yaomo methods, full of imitation and homage to Yaomo.

These "evil arts" and "heretical methods" are now resisted by the Martial World Righteous Path and Mystic Gate Orthodoxy of the Prison Mountain Realm. People who practice these evil arts are often regarded as "Demon Lord" and need to be imprisoned or even killed.

Going back several decades or centuries, when humanity was in greater decline, the standards for this were not as strict, but those who followed the "Righteous Path" would still absolutely be ashamed to associate with those who practiced "evil arts."

But...

"Heretical martial arts" and "demonic arts and sorcery" still have a fundamental and clear distinction.

One of the most prominent characteristics is that, although heretical martial arts involve various bloody and cruel methods, one still needs to "cultivate oneself diligently" to increase one's power.

The demonic arts and techniques originating from "Yaomo" can endow cultivators with the same characteristics as Yaomo: in addition to cultivation, they can also increase their cultivation power and strengthen their qi and blood True Essence by consuming flesh and blood and devouring souls.

This is naturally... an absolute bottom line that cannot be crossed.

At any time, anyone who practices such demonic arts is an absolutely untrustworthy, humanoid Yaomo that everyone should kill.

Even without choosing to associate with Yaomo, as long as one practices these demonic arts... such Demon Lord is no different from Yaomo to ordinary people.

After all, this kind of demonic art can truly transform a practitioner's Life Form and soul, completely distorting a person's character.

Moreover, such beings possess both human cunning and Yaomo cruelty, making them highly susceptible to growing into terrifying entities that pose a significant threat to all living beings.

The "White Bone Demon Lord" who currently causes the most deaths and injuries in the Prison Mountain Realm is actually... a human.

Or rather, they were once human.

"So... you think these two guys have practiced demonic arts?"

Lin Yu looked at the two men in black on the ground and asked.

Although he could sense that the two corpses Blood Qi Full, Lin Yu wasn't skilled enough to determine whether this vital energy came from cultivating demonic arts.

Jian Cunyi shook his head. "I'm not that sure either. After all, a dead person can't circulate their own qi and blood, nor can they use any moves—in this situation, it's not so easy to distinguish between evil and demonic arts."

"I just feel that these two people have mixed and chaotic qi and blood, carrying a demonic aura, like... they've eaten people."

Jian Cunyi spoke, Lin Yu looked at the two corpses.

"If that's the case... then their reasons and motives for appearing in this Duxuan Sect become somewhat more plausible."

"Most likely... they have ill intentions."

Jian Cunyi nodded. "Yes, if that's really the case... their deaths here might be due to the power of this Formation, or perhaps the methods left behind by some senior expert have come to fruition."

Although Jian Cunyi treats people from the Ten Realms and the Real World equally, his Moral Concepts also lead Jian Cunyi to Judgment people from every realm equally.

If faced with a serial killer from the Real World and a cannibalistic Demon Lord from the Prison Mountain Realm, Jian Cunyi would kill them without hesitation.

"Let's go in to the Transmission Pavilion and borrow some cultivation techniques—besides, these two died in front of the Transmission Pavilion, so maybe there will be clues Transmission Pavilion."

Jian Cunyi spoke, he bypassed the two corpses and led Lin Yu up the steps to the front of the Transmission Pavilion.

There was another small Formation at the entrance of the Transmission Pavilion. However, since this Formation was also part of the Duxuan Sect's grand array, Jian Cunyi and Lin Yu, whose identities had already been recognized by the grand array, easily crossed the Formation and entered the Transmission Pavilion.

Jian Cunyi received involved multiple aspects, Duxuan Sect must be a sect with profound heritage.

Therefore, inside this Transmission Pavilion, the wooden shelves are filled with all sorts of martial Codex.

Silk scrolls, bamboo slips, jade tablets... and thread-bound paper books filled the shelves, which were also packed so tightly that the aisles were only wide enough for one person to pass through—if two people walked side by side, they would have to turn sideways to pass each other.

Lin Yu was naturally delighted to see so many different cultivation Codex.

"Now... I'll be able to acquire quite a few Daoist Arts from the Prison Mountain Realm!"

Lin Yu thought to himself.

However, he didn't appear overly joyful on the surface, only showing a surprised expression.

"The number of cultivation techniques collected in the Transmission Pavilion of the Duxuan Sect is so vast... it's practically all-encompassing."

As Lin Yu spoke, he looked at Jian Cunyi beside him.

Jian Cunyi, however, wore an undisguised joy, as if from a bountiful harvest. "Judging from the inheritance I received, that senior had a wide range of knowledge and mastered many Daoist techniques. From this, it's not hard to deduce that the Duxuan Sect must have a large collection of cultivation methods..."

"But this number... it really does exceed my expectations."

"Indeed, the phrase 'the golden age of the Daoist Sect's before the 'Chaos of Huotian' was no joke... During that period, every sect truly possessed a rich foundation and a long history."

"But there are so many cultivation techniques, we definitely can't possibly read them all... Anyway, now I'm Divination to see how many we can take with us."

As Jian Cunyi spoke, he took out a divination tube from his pocket.

Looking at the fortune-telling container, Lin Yu immediately sensed the extraordinary nature of this [Item].

This fortune-telling container... exudes an aura of extremely high status!

Most of them are [Item] related to "Authority" or "Deity".

Lin Yu now fully believes that Jian Cunyi must have some method to communicate directly or indirectly with the "Heavenly Dao" of the Prison Mountain Realm.

"Brother Jian, please."

Jian Cunyi, held the divination tube above his head with both hands, shook it devoutly, closed his eyes, bent slightly at the waist, and chanted scriptures softly.

"Splash, splash--"

Lin Yu listened to the shaking of the divination tube, and could even feel it...

At this moment, it seemed as if some kind of high-level power was also emerging in Jian Cunyi.

Then...

Clang.

An unusual wooden stick popped out of the divination stick container and fell to the ground.

Jian Cunyi immediately stopped shaking the divination tube, squatted down, and picked up the bamboo stick.

The bamboo sticks weren't inscribed with common fortune-telling sayings like "good or bad luck," nor were they based on trigrams; rather...

There are two ink characters written directly on it.

"Lu Ben."

Jian Cunyi put away the divination stick container, took the wooden stick, held it in front of him with both hands, and respectfully bowed to the sky.

"Thank you all for your guidance, senior fellow Daoists."

Then, Jian Cunyi looked at Lin Yu and said, "Alright, the Dao Ancestor has agreed—let's get ready to move this Transmission Pavilion — the Dao Ancestor said that we only need to leave six books behind."

Lin Yu was stunned. "So that's how it can be interpreted... So, the Dao Ancestor meant for us to leave behind six books?"

Jian Cunyi nodded. "Of course."

"Click."

A slight cracking sound came from the wooden skewer, and a crack appeared on it.

Jian Cunyi glanced at the wooden slip and sighed, "I know, I was just joking, senior... taking six books away doesn't mean leaving six behind."

"Don't worry, six books per person, I definitely won't take more than that, okay?"

Jian Cunyi was speaking, a bamboo slip suddenly fell to the ground from the shelf next to him.

"Clatter."

The bamboo slip landed at Jian Cunyi's feet.

Jian Cunyi was even more helpless. "Fine, six books in total, I know, I know... This Duxuan Sect has no one left, what's the point of leaving so many books here, just for decoration?"

Despite his complaints, Jian Cunyi clearly acknowledged the "Heavenly Dao's" arrangement, and he looked at Lin Yu.

"Brother Lin, it seems we can only choose six books to take with us. However, let's start by picking three books each. If I don't find any that interest me, or if I haven't picked out three, you can take a few more, how about that?"

Jian Cunyi said.

Lin Yu waved his hand. "Brother Jian, you can go ahead and look... You can take all six books yourself if you want—if there aren't six of what you want, then I can choose them."

"Besides... Brother Jian, before you took the Daoist arts away, I could borrow Brother Jian you took, couldn't I? As the saying goes, if you exchange two apples, you still each have one apple, but if you exchange two pieces of knowledge, everyone will have two pieces of knowledge."

Jian Cunyi nodded. "Although what you said makes sense... you don't need to be so polite with me, let's each take three books and start choosing!"

"Clatter!"

As soon as Jian Cunyi finished speaking, there was another crisp sound of bamboo slips falling to the ground.

"What's your opinion on this?"

Jian Cunyi looked up at the sky helplessly, but then realized something was wrong.

Lin Yu realized something and immediately spoke up.

"Wait... Brother Jian, there's someone else here!"

The sound of the bamboo slip falling to the ground came from two rows of bookshelves away from them.

This time, it wasn't that the Dao Ancestor appeared and gave a revelation after Jian Cunyi used the divination sticks...

Someone actually knocked it over!

The reason is simple...

A dark figure flashed past on top of the shelf next door.

"Grab him!"

Lin Yu spoke, then prepared to give chase to the figure.

But before Lin Yu could actually make a move...

Jian Cunyi had already made a bold move.

"Where do you think you're going!"

The "Feng Shui Master" uttered a low shout, and a Copper Bell appeared in his hand.

"Ding-dong!"

The Copper Bell rang, and then a cry of pain, "Ouch!" came from the ceiling of the first floor of the Transmission Pavilion.

A figure dressed in black, like a drunken gecko, fell from the ceiling and crashed onto the floor!