"Youshan Prefecture, one of the three prefectures of the Xia Kingdom, governed six commanderies. Qinghe was merely one of them, and extraordinary people emerged in endless succession..."
"Above the Martial Dao, there are Spirit Scholars, who can temper spiritual energy and draw it into the body. They begin at the innate level, and only a Martial Ancestor can rival them..."
Fang Yuan sat cross-legged, brewing clear tea before him.
Scalding steam rose in white wisps, and an astonishing tea fragrance filled the air.
The little stove hummed, making a charming contrast with the ice and snow outside.
Reading in such surroundings truly had its own special flavor.
Elder Zhao of Gui Ling Sect was gravely injured. Gui Wusheng had struck him with a ghost claw, driving Corpse Rot Poison into his bones; with both internal injuries and poison damage, he was extremely difficult to treat. But with the combined effects of Fang Yuan's Golden Needles of Salvation and King of Hell's Post, keeping him alive was no difficult task.
After stabilizing his injuries, Fang Yuan immediately sent Lu Zhisen and the others away, despite their repeated thanks, and focused on reading the reward they had given him.
"Hmm... This travelogue is quite old, and its author's Martial Arts were so advanced that he had probably reached the Martial Ancestor level..."
After reading for a while, Fang Yuan formed a tentative conclusion.
Most importantly, the author of this travelogue had recorded not only many tales of Spirit Scholars and local customs, but also let slip some knowledge of advanced Martial Dao between the lines. That was an unexpected bonus.
"The Twelve Gates of Golden Lock and Heavy Tower. I've only the final Si Gate left to pass through in the first eight gates. Once I break through it, I must condense