The Red Phoenix Heavenly Scripture

Second: When the sky had fully brightened.

Master Zhong lay atop the withered leaves in the forest, a long sword pointed at his throat. The sword trembled in her hand. Its owner was none other than Zixun Fairy.

Daybreak had come, yet Zixun Fairy was still the first to wake. Upon waking, she discovered—discovered that she was actually in the arms of an old man, and felt pain in her lower body. She quickly put on her clothes, then produced a long sword with a turn of her hand and pointed it at the old man's throat.

To this day, Zixun Fairy still did not know the man's name. She bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, and two lines of tears unconsciously trickled from her eyes. Her initial panic had already vanished. With the long sword pointed at the old man, she hesitated, unable to decide whether to thrust it down.

Looking at the trace of her own blood below the old man's waist, Zixun Fairy ultimately could not bring herself to strike. She took another careful look. His Root Bone was far too poor, leaving him no hope of cultivation. Perhaps—perhaps he would die before long. Once he died, she could simply let him die on his own. Mortals had short lives; he would die soon enough. Besides, he had saved her earlier.

Zixun Fairy gave the old man one last deep look. She stamped her foot, and a violet cloud carried her into the air.

She looked back once more. For some reason, with a wave of her hand, Zixun Fairy's clothes flew over and covered Master Zhong's body. Then, far around him, many pieces of rubble suddenly shifted over at her command and arranged themselves into a small formation, one that could keep away poisonous insects, snakes, and ants. Zixun Fairy did not know why she had done this either. In her heart, she would never meet this man again. Would it not be better if poisonous insects or fierce beasts bit him to death? Why—why was she still helping him?

Carrying a complicated mixture of emotions, Zixun Fairy soon vanished into the boundless sea of clouds.

Master Zhong slept until the afternoon of the following day before waking. The moment he opened his eyes, he suddenly discovered that he was naked. His heart jolted, and he hurriedly put his clothes on. When he saw the trace of blood below his waist, his brows furrowed. Then he recalled everything that had happened.

Zixun Fairy?

The woman had already vanished. Master Zhong also composed himself, but he felt deeply puzzled about Zixun Fairy. The Kaiyang Sect—why? Why had it been such a coincidence?

After dressing, he picked up the Dragon Head Cane. Fortunately, fortunately, it was still there. He gently twisted the dragon's head, and the Red Pearl—his precious treasure—immediately appeared from the dragon's mouth.

After putting it away, Master Zhong quickly looked around. The ground around him was a complete mess, while not far away lay a Broken Blade.

A Broken Blade? Master Zhong immediately walked over. Presumably, Zixun Fairy had not examined the Broken Blade closely either. One reason was that she had been unwilling to; the other was that the blade was broken.

The fire of heavenly thunder had burned the Red Phoenix Old Demon to ashes, yet this blade had merely broken?

Master Zhong began studying it carefully. He did not believe that this inherited Sect Blade was merely a symbolic object.

Since it had withstood the lightning fire, its material was clearly extraordinary. He would keep it for smelting in the future; perhaps it could be made into another magical treasure. What Master Zhong did not know was that the thing that had actually withstood the fire of heavenly thunder was a formation originally contained inside it. Once the blade broke, the formation was destroyed as well, and the blade was no longer of much use.

He examined it inch by inch. At last, near the hilt, Master Zhong saw that the hilt's material seemed to be wrapped in some kind of hide. The hide bore the two beautiful characters "Red Phoenix."

Gently, Master Zhong took the small dagger from his pocket and began shaving it away. In the Red Phoenix Sect, this inherited Sect Blade was merely a symbol of inheritance. Who would destroy it the way Master Zhong did?

Slowly, a trace of amazement flashed through Master Zhong's eyes. His little dagger was no ordinary item but one of his treasured possessions. Yet after shaving for half a day, he had only managed to make a tiny notch.

Master Zhong patiently continued shaving. Two hours later, he finally cut through the hide.

Inside, it was wrapped around a silk cloth?

A silk cloth? Master Zhong was wild with joy. He had struck treasure.

He immediately unfolded the silk cloth. It was densely covered in many tiny characters.

For this day, Master Zhong had long since studied a great many different scripts. Naturally, he could recognize them.

The Red Phoenix Heavenly Scripture.

The Red Phoenix Heavenly Scripture?

Master Zhong stared delightedly at the four characters at the beginning. After them came content totaling more than eighty thousand characters.

At this sight, Master Zhong's heart began pounding. A secret manual—this was a secret manual. He had paid an unknown price for it in the past. Who would have thought, who would have thought it would only appear at this very moment?

Master Zhong had reached the Innate Stage, and his memory was still astonishing. He found a valley and spent three days memorizing all eighty thousand-plus characters. Then he spent another three days committing them thoroughly to memory, afraid he might forget. He even spent five more days reciting them from the end to the beginning, followed by another three days of repeated memorization. Only after he had memorized it all deeply, forward and backward, did Master Zhong set it ablaze and destroy it.

The Red Phoenix Heavenly Scripture was an unparalleled Secret Method. It was not a cultivation technique manual, but an incomparable method for cultivating the Thought Power between one's brows. Thought Power?

Master Zhong did not know how important Thought Power was, but he learned from it that the cultivation technique originally practiced by the Red Phoenix Sect had not been the Red Phoenix Heavenly Scripture. It was simply so miraculous that the sect had been named after it. Moreover, Master Zhong did not know that every former sect master of the Red Phoenix Sect had only mastered half of the Red Phoenix Heavenly Scripture.

Looking at the pile of silk-cloth ashes, Master Zhong buried the inherited Sect Blade right there as well. He had to be careful in everything.

Only then did Master Zhong return swiftly to the estate, leaning on the Dragon Head Cane.

After giving the steward a few instructions, Master Zhong also took a train beneath the earth and returned to the land of the Great Kun Kingdom.

Within Zhong Manor, Master Zhong returned after breaking through, his appearance transformed into that of a forty-year-old man. Everyone found it astonishing. The Innate Stage, an Innate Martial Warrior—a legendary title—quickly leaped into the hearts of every servant and adopted son. Had Master Zhong reached the Innate Stage?

However, the eight adopted sons had disappeared. No one dared ask about it.

In the inner residence of Zhong Manor, Master Zhong sat cross-legged inside the practice room.

The Red Phoenix Heavenly Scripture had twelve levels in total. Master Zhong was refining the first level, "Initiating Baleful Intent."

Following the method, Master Zhong stayed in Zhong Manor for two whole months. At last, at last, he completed the so-called Initiating Baleful Intent. At the first level, Master Zhong sat cross-legged with wisps of red mist floating above his palm, appearing and disappearing.

The Red Phoenix Mist, the Number One Under Heaven aphrodisiac? Master Zhong looked at this scene, a strange expression flashing through his eyes.

With a turn of his hand, he drew it back, and the Red Phoenix Mist vanished. Yet between Master Zhong's brows, there was a sense of fullness. Slowly, according to the Red Phoenix Heavenly Scripture's description, Master Zhong could see what seemed to be a tiny Small Space between his brows.

Within the tiny Small Space, wisps of pink, translucent energy slowly revolved. The energy seemed formless yet also tangible, extremely strange. With gentle control, Master Zhong used the pink, translucent energy to probe his own body. It seemed capable of penetrating objects, entering his body and revealing the meridians within.

Divine sense? Master Zhong wondered in surprise, recalling a hazy fragment from his memories. No, it was not divine sense. This was Thought Power. But what difference was there between Thought Power and divine sense?

Master Zhong could not figure it out. He could only think about it slowly in the future. He knew that with a little true qi, lightly catalyzed by this pink Thought Power, it would transform into Red Phoenix Mist.

This Thought Power was incredibly, incredibly miraculous.

Suppressing the excitement and delight in his heart, Master Zhong slowly stood up. The first level of the Red Phoenix Heavenly Scripture was the easiest to refine; the later levels would become increasingly difficult. They absolutely could not be practiced in a short time. For now, Thought Power was secondary. The most important thing was still the cultivation technique for the Innate Stage.

Gently, Master Zhong lifted the cushion and looked at the bricks beneath it. Slowly, he pried up the bricks, revealing a tiny hidden compartment.

Inside the hidden compartment was a small purple-wooden box.

He carefully took out the small purple-wooden box, wiped it with his sleeve, and only then slowly opened it. Inside was a tiny piece of jade. Multicolored radiance flowed across its surface, showing that the jade contained a restriction. Only a special method could break the restriction within; if it were forcibly opened, everything stored in the jade would be destroyed.

Beside it was a piece of white cloth. The cloth was covered in many lines, along with drawings of mountains and rivers. It was a map. Although Master Zhong had already carved the map deeply into his heart, he had still carefully drawn it down back then.

Master Zhong still remembered the person who had given him the jade. He had been a gray-robed man with somewhat disheveled hair.

"Many people are chasing me now. I can't escape. Deliver this piece of jade to the Kaiyang Sect's master, and he will grant you one request that is not difficult," the gray-robed man had said urgently.

"Could you let me become a disciple of the Kaiyang Sect?" Zhong Shan had asked anxiously.

The gray-robed man gave Zhong Shan a deep look and said, "As long as you reach the Innate Stage, you definitely can."

"Where is it?" Zhong Shan's eyes lit up, and he asked urgently.

The gray-robed man slapped the ground. A route to the Kaiyang Sect was immediately imprinted into the mud—the very pattern that Master Zhong had copied onto this white cloth.

After finishing everything, the gray-robed man soared into the sky and vanished before Zhong Shan's eyes. At the same time, Zhong Shan saw more than a dozen streaks of light shooting in one direction across the sky.

Looking once more at the little piece of jade in his hand, a trace of excitement flashed through Master Zhong's eyes. The Innate Stage, the Innate Stage—he would definitely be able to become a disciple of the Kaiyang Sect.

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