The Demon Suppression Division's Scripture Pavilion, The Powerful One-armed Elder!

At these words, Lin Feng's spirits lifted.

That's right—he still had no martial arts or cultivation techniques to speak of!

Strictly speaking, Lin Feng's combat power had a high ceiling, but its floor was also very low!

When he went all out with an arrow, even a Body Tempering Ninth Layer Martial Artist would have to avoid its edge.

One careless move, and they'd be severely injured.

However, once a Body Tempering Ninth Layer Martial Artist closed in on Lin Feng, things got tricky.

Because his realm, to put it bluntly, was only Body Tempering Fourth Level.

In other words, his strength, defense, and speed were still far too low.

When facing those whose cultivation was much higher than his, he simply couldn't measure up!

Hu Biao spoke up: "You have two hundred Merit Points, which means you can exchange for quite a few martial arts. You should go check out the Demon Suppression Division's Scripture Pavilion."

At this, Lin Feng nodded.

Hu Biao had reminded him of something.

"Thank you, Brother Hu." Lin Feng expressed his gratitude.

Hu Biao waved his hand, and seeing that Lin Feng had no further questions, he took his leave.

Early the next morning.

Just as the sun rose, Lin Feng woke from his bed.

His eyes were full of sharp light.

His goal now was to head to the Scripture Pavilion and see if there were any martial arts or divine abilities suited to him.

Thinking this to himself, Lin Feng got up, tidied up, and made his way toward the Demon Suppression Division's Scripture Pavilion.

Soon.

A grand and imposing building came into Lin Feng's view.

A plaque hung high above, with the three characters "Scripture Pavilion" carved into it in bold, majestic strokes.

Many Demon Suppression Guards were coming and going.

After all, this was the Scripture Pavilion—a treasure trove containing countless martial arts and divine abilities!

Lin Feng stepped into the Scripture Pavilion, then halted.

Because he noticed that the moment he entered, a gaze like a fierce tiger's was fixed on him!

In an instant, the blood in his body ran cold.

What a powerful stare!

Even when Captain Chen had looked at him, Lin Feng hadn't felt this way.

This person's strength was above Captain Chen's!

Following the sensation, he looked over.

He saw a white-haired old man sitting to the right of the Scripture Pavilion's entrance.

His expression was aged, his features withered, and he appeared to be quite advanced in years.

But what stood out most in his tiger-like eyes was a fearsome gleam.

The thing that drew the most attention to this old man guarding the pavilion was his empty right sleeve.

Lin Feng's heart stirred, and he knew this must be the Scripture Pavilion's guardian.

"Senior."

Lin Feng approached and spoke respectfully.

The One-armed Elder looked at Lin Feng and said flatly, "Show your identity token."

Every Demon Suppression Guard had their own identity token. Lin Feng took out his Constable token and showed it to him.

The One-armed Elder merely glanced at it and said indifferently, "An ordinary Constable, is it? Since I haven't seen you before, I'll give you one piece of advice!"

"You may only enter the first floor. Do not set foot on any other level. Violators will be executed!"

His words carried a murderous edge, and Lin Feng nodded.

The Scripture Pavilion had several floors.

Becoming a Squad Leader allowed entry to the second floor.

Becoming a Platoon Leader allowed entry to the third floor.

But as an ordinary Constable, he could only choose martial arts on the first floor.

After learning this restriction, Lin Feng headed toward the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

The One-armed Elder cast a sidelong glance, then closed his eyes to feign sleep.

Entering the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion, Lin Feng felt a small stir of surprise.

Although this was the first floor, all ordinary constables could enter.

If you can't find it by searching the book title, try searching the author—maybe it was just renamed!

Yet this first floor was vast beyond measure, countless martial arts texts placed on bookshelves that stretched dozens of layers high.

Lin Feng couldn't help but marvel. If the first floor had this many martial arts, he wondered what the second and third floors would be like.

Then Lin Feng began to browse.

He picked up one martial art after another to examine them.

Falling Flower Sword Technique Black Tiger Saber Technique Life-Taking Thirteen Hooks Soul Severing Finger

He flipped through many texts in succession, then put them all back.

None of these were what he wanted.

His purpose in coming today was mainly to find a body-tempering martial art.

After all, Lin Feng's defense was still too weak and needed strengthening.

His offensive methods were quite formidable.

As long as he kept his distance and fired a full-power arrow, almost no First-Order Demon could withstand it.

But his defense was too weak. If a demon discovered him early and forced a close-quarters fight, it was very likely the demon wouldn't give Lin Feng a chance to shoot.

Therefore, he needed to strengthen his defense!

He didn't know how long he searched, flipping through over a hundred texts.

Still, he found no body-tempering martial arts.

Lin Feng thought to himself, the first floor had every type of martial art.

Only body-tempering arts were nowhere to be found.

Could it be that body-tempering arts were precious and stored on the second floor?

The Demon Suppression Division collected martial arts from all over the world. Lin Feng felt sure they must have body-tempering arts.

Just then, Lin Feng noticed a dusty text in a corner of the shelf.

He walked over and saw three characters written on the cover.

Iron Shirt

Lin Feng's mind stirred. Just from the name, he could tell this was likely what he was looking for!

He opened it and skimmed the introduction.

It was indeed a body-tempering martial art.

Lin Feng felt a surge of joy. He had finally found a suitable art.

Then he carried Iron Shirt to the entrance of the Scripture Pavilion.

Anyone borrowing a martial art to cultivate naturally had to register with the guardian.

"Senior, this is the martial art I wish to cultivate this time."

Lin Feng said in a low voice, "May I ask how many Merit Points it costs?"

The One-armed Elder's expression was indifferent. He took Iron Shirt from Lin Feng's hand, and upon seeing the characters on the text, his gaze sharpened.

The One-armed Elder frowned and said, "You, a Body Tempering Fourth Level, want to cultivate this Iron Shirt?"

"The difficulty of cultivating Iron Shirt, the hardship it demands, far exceeds your imagination!"

"Young man, this old man advises you not to cultivate this. You can't handle it!"

Lin Feng was surprised. The One-armed Elder seemed cold, yet he actually offered a few words of advice.

However, he possessed a proficiency system.

No matter how hard Iron Shirt was to cultivate, it didn't matter to him.

With proficiency, as long as he kept grinding, his progress would be extremely fast.

"Senior, rest assured. This junior knows what he's doing." Lin Feng said in a low voice.

The One-armed Elder gave Lin Feng a few more glances, then said, "Fine, if you insist, I won't persuade you further."

"Iron Shirt costs 100 Merit Points."

100 Merit Points?

That cut Lin Feng's Merit Points in half!

Lin Feng was slightly surprised. He had read the introduction and knew what grade Iron Shirt was.

Martial arts were divided into nine grades, and this Iron Shirt was merely a First-Grade Martial Art, yet it cost this many Merit Points.

It seemed the most precious thing in the Demon Suppression Division wasn't the cultivation resources.

It was the martial arts and divine abilities.

But Lin Feng did not hesitate. He said directly, "This junior still wishes to exchange."

"Mm."

The One-armed Elder nodded faintly, then placed the Iron Shirt back into Lin Feng's hands.

"The Demon Suppression Division's martial arts must not be passed outside. If discovered, your entire family will be buried with you!"