Yun Shu let out a sigh of admiration.
He was awed by the power of this secret art. Its Founder must have been an unparalleled expert with an exceptionally profound understanding of cultivation.
Now that he had gained some proficiency, Yun Shu had no intention of advancing it further for the time being. Proficiency meant he had gained a basic grasp of it and could use it. He could naturally improve it when the need arose.
Besides, what good would it do to advance a secret art like this? Would it improve his cultivation?
No. It would only burn more qi and blood.
It wasn't entirely wasted effort, but the benefits were limited.
As soon as he returned to the sect, Yun Shu handed the scripture to Fat Steward.
Steward Kong looked at Yun Shu in surprise. "For this mission, either the Demonic Cultivator's corpse or the sect scripture would have sufficed, wouldn't it?"
"Why did you bring the scripture back? Where's his corpse?"
What he meant was that Yun Shu could have brought back the Demonic Cultivator's corpse to complete the mission. As for the scripture, it had been missing for over half a year. Who would go out of their way to care about it? Yun Shu could have practiced it himself, as long as no one found out.
Besides, even if someone had found out, they couldn't have said much about it.
This kid really didn't know how to play his cards.
"I burned the corpse. I found the scripture in the basement," Yun Shu said, pausing briefly.
Kong Li gave a soft sigh. It was hard to find someone so honest.
But as a Deacon, he could only hint at things and leave it at that.
He took Yun Shu's Identity Jade Token and the scripture,