Before Liu Zhenlin had finished speaking, Xu Yi's thoughts were already churning uncontrollably. Throughout his cultivation, he had studied no shortage of secret arts.
If he were in the Northern Sacred Court, claiming those secret arts were supremely profound and wondrous might sound like boasting.
But he could say with absolute confidence that they were rare.
The reasoning was simple: the world of Great Yue and the Northern Sacred Court were two different planes, even if their cultivation civilizations ultimately followed the same path.
As the saying went, no two leaves in the world were exactly alike. Likewise, no two cultivation techniques could ever be exactly the same.
Even if the original text of the same technique were given to two cultivators and they were told to create techniques based on it, the results would never be one hundred percent identical.
Liu Zhenlin was adept at reading people's expressions. He smiled and said, "Looks like you're finally going to get your wish, brother."
He led Xu Yi toward the Cultivation Technique Building and sent him a warning by voice transmission. "Elder Bai of the Cultivation Technique Building has a strange temperament and isn't easy to deal with. The two booklets I gave you contain a detailed account of his life. Take them out and have a look. He oversees the Cultivation Technique Building and guards the sect's core resources, making him an extremely important figure."
Xu Yi nodded and took out the two booklets. With a thought, he sent his spiritual sense into them, and they unfolded like blooming flowers. At his current cultivation level, he could already use his spiritual sense to recognize the writing in the booklets automatically. If the text didn't need to be understood, he could read a million characters in an instant.
Even so, his