At that, Lin Feng perked up.
That was right—he still didn't have any martial arts or cultivation techniques!
Strictly speaking, Lin Feng's combat potential had a very high ceiling, but his floor was just as low.
A full-power arrow from him could force even a Body Tempering Ninth Layer Martial Artist to avoid its edge.
If they weren't careful, they could be severely wounded.
But if a Body Tempering Ninth Layer Martial Artist got close to Lin Feng, things would become rather tricky.
After all, his cultivation was only at Body Tempering Fourth Level.
In other words, his strength, defense, and speed were all still far too low.
Against people whose cultivation was much higher than his, he simply couldn't measure up!
Hu Biao said, "You have two hundred Merit Points, so there are quite a lot of martial arts you can exchange for. You can take a look in the Demon Suppression Division's Scripture Pavilion."
Lin Feng nodded at that.
Hu Biao had reminded him of something important.
"Thanks, Brother Hu," Lin Feng said.
Hu Biao waved a hand. Seeing that Lin Feng had nothing else to ask, he left.
Early the next morning.
As soon as the sun rose, Lin Feng woke up in bed.
His eyes gleamed brightly.
His goal now was to go to the Scripture Pavilion and see if there were any martial arts or divine abilities suited to him.
With that thought, Lin Feng got up, got ready, and headed for the Demon Suppression Division's Scripture Pavilion.
Before long,
a grand, imposing building came into view.
A plaque hung high above the entrance, with the words "Scripture Pavilion" carved across it in bold, sweeping strokes.
Many Demon Suppression Guards came and went.
After all, this was the Scripture Pavilion, a treasure trove containing countless martial arts and divine abilities!
Lin Feng entered the Scripture Pavilion, then stopped in his tracks.
The moment he stepped inside, he felt a gaze like that of a fierce tiger fixed on him!
In an instant, the blood in his body turned cold.
What a powerful gaze!
Even when Captain Chen looked at him, Lin Feng had never felt this way.
This person's strength was even greater than Captain Chen's!
Following the feeling, he looked over.
He spotted a white-haired old man sitting to the right of the Scripture Pavilion's entrance.
His features were aged and haggard, and he looked very old.
Yet his tiger-like eyes held a fearsome glint.
What drew the most attention about the Pavilion's guardian was his empty right sleeve.
Lin Feng's heart stirred. This must be the Scripture Pavilion's guardian.
"Senior."
Lin Feng approached and greeted him respectfully.
The One-armed Elder looked at Lin Feng and said coolly, "Show me your identity token."
Every Demon Suppression Guard had an identity token of his own. Lin Feng took out his Constable's token and showed it to him.
The One-armed Elder glanced at it and said coolly, "An ordinary Constable, is that it? You look unfamiliar, so I'll tell you this."
"You may enter only the first floor. You must not set foot on any of the others. Violators will be executed!"
His words were steeped in killing intent, and Lin Feng nodded.
The Scripture Pavilion had several floors.
Squad Leaders could enter the second floor.
Those who became Squad Leaders could enter the third floor.
As for him, he was only an ordinary Constable, so he could choose martial arts from the first floor alone.
After learning about the restriction, Lin Feng headed for the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion.
The One-armed Elder cast him a sidelong glance, then closed his eyes to doze.
When Lin Feng entered the first floor, he was a little surprised.
Although it was the first floor and open to all ordinary Constables,
it was nevertheless vast beyond measure, with dozens upon dozens of shelves holding countless martial arts manuals.
Lin Feng couldn't help clicking his tongue. There were already so many martial arts on the first floor; he wondered what the second and third floors were like.
Then Lin Feng began to browse.
He picked up one manual after another and examined them.
Falling Flower Sword Technique Black Tiger Saber Technique Life-Taking Thirteen Hooks Soul Severing Finger
After flipping through one manual after another, Lin Feng put them all back.
None of them were what he wanted.
His main purpose in coming today was to find a martial art for Body Tempering.
After all, Lin Feng's defense was still too weak, and he needed to improve it.
His offensive abilities were already quite formidable.
As long as he could keep his distance and fire a full-power arrow, almost no First-Order Demon could withstand it.
It was just that his defense was too weak. If a demon spotted him and closed in before he could line up a shot,
there was a good chance it wouldn't give Lin Feng the opportunity to fire.
So he needed to strengthen his defense!
After searching for who knew how long and looking through over a hundred manuals,
he still hadn't found a single body-tempering martial art.
Lin Feng couldn't help wondering why. The first floor had martial arts of every kind.
The only ones he couldn't find were for body tempering.
Could body-tempering martial arts be so precious that they were kept on the second floor?
The Demon Suppression Division gathered martial arts from across the land. Lin Feng was sure it had body-tempering techniques.
Just then, Lin Feng noticed a manual in the corner of a bookshelf, nearly buried in dust.
He walked over and saw three characters on its cover.
Iron Shirt
Lin Feng's heart stirred. Just from the name, he could tell this was most likely exactly what he had come to find!
He opened it and skimmed through the introduction.
It really was a body-tempering martial art.
Lin Feng was delighted. He had finally found a martial art he liked.
Then he took Iron Shirt to the entrance of the Scripture Pavilion.
Anyone who wanted to borrow a martial art for training naturally had to have it registered by the Pavilion's guardian.
"Senior, this is the martial art I want to train in."
Lin Feng asked in a low voice, "How many Merit Points will it cost?"
The One-armed Elder's expression remained calm as he took Iron Shirt from Lin Feng. When he saw the words on the manual, his gaze sharpened.
The One-armed Elder frowned. "You're only at Body Tempering Fourth Level, and you want to train in Iron Shirt?"
"Training in Iron Shirt is far more difficult and grueling than you can imagine!"
"Young man, take this old man's advice and don't train in it. It's more than you can handle!"
Lin Feng was surprised. The One-armed Elder looked cold, but he hadn't expected the old man to offer him a few words of advice.
But Lin Feng had his proficiency system.
No matter how difficult Iron Shirt was to train in, he didn't care.
With the proficiency system, all he had to do was keep grinding away, and he would improve rapidly.
"Don't worry, Senior. I know what I'm doing," Lin Feng said in a low voice.
The One-armed Elder studied Lin Feng for a few more moments, then said, "Fine. If you insist, I won't try to talk you out of it."
"Iron Shirt costs one hundred Merit Points."
One hundred Merit Points?
That would cut Lin Feng's Merit Points in half!
Lin Feng was a little surprised. He had read the introduction and knew what grade Iron Shirt was.
Martial arts were divided into nine grades, from one to nine, and Iron Shirt was only a First-Grade Martial Art. Yet it cost this many Merit Points.
It seemed the most precious things in the Demon Suppression Division weren't cultivation resources.
They were martial arts and divine abilities!
Still, Lin Feng didn't hesitate. "I'll exchange for it."
"Very well."
The One-armed Elder gave a slight nod, then returned Iron Shirt to Lin Feng.
"Martial arts from the Demon Suppression Division must not be taught to outsiders. If we find out you've done so, your entire family will be buried with you!"
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