527 Infiltration I

Among the many disciples in the Guangxin Hall, Night Sound Master was considered to be quite well-connected in the surrounding alchemy furnace area.

He had some impression of Lin Chengdao before, but that was some time ago.

This was just a coincidence that I happened to be passing by.

He swore it was purely by chance that he happened to be passing by... and saw the other person's breathing fluctuate...

He was quite alert and immediately concealed himself, but unfortunately, this concealment technique was almost useless against Lin Hui.

At this moment, Lin Hui's expression was completely different from before, and his tone also seemed vaguely strange.

He immediately sensed something was wrong.

"Junior Brother Lin, are you practicing some kind of secret technique? I just happened to be passing by a junior sister's house..."

Logically speaking, Lin Hui shouldn't be able to have a higher cultivation level than him. After all, apart from the core disciples, the rest of the Fusion Faction members were at their peak upon entering the sect. Afterward, their cultivation would only stabilize or decline.

Can.

At this moment Lin Hui stared at him silently without replying.

Kill?

The biggest problem with the Fusion Faction is their ability to revive. Even if you kill them with your lifeline, they will revive at the Wind Disaster Mark the next moment. This is the Heartless Belt, which is already deep within the Wind Disaster. Who knows where their mark is floating? There's no way to find it.

In that instant, Lin Hui suddenly realized what he should evolve most from all his Existence Force.

"Just passing by... It's been a long time since I've seen Senior Brother Night Sound Master." A smile reappeared on Lin Hui's face.

"It has indeed been a while since we last met," Night Sound Master said with a smile. "Then I'll take my leave first." He clasped his hands in a fist salute, and his figure vanished instantly. He flew and flew, covering a considerable distance, yet he still felt a chill down his back, a kind of indescribable pricking sensation.

This uncomfortable feeling prompted him to speed up and move away.

This accidental encounter greatly increased his wariness of Lin Chengdao.

"This guy... is dangerous!" In his mind, he immediately labeled Lin Chengdao as a dangerous element.

There are many dangerous elements in the Fusion Faction, and many of them are very good at disguising themselves. He guessed that Lin Hui was the latter.

"Night Sound Master, why do you look so pale?"

Ice Mechanism, the junior sister, came out of her house to greet him and took off his shawl. Seeing that his expression was not right, she asked with some concern.

"We bumped into a cunning old fox on the way, but it's nothing serious, no conflict occurred. You should be careful in the future, there's a guy named Lin Chengdao..." Night Sound Master carefully instructed his junior sister. He and Ice Mechanism were Daoist partners, supporting and relying on each other here, so naturally they needed to share information.

Close the courtyard gate.

Lin Hui knelt on the cushion; Night Sound Master's matter had served as a wake-up call for him.

In that instant, he actually wanted to silence them.

After all, having stayed in the Guangxin Hall for so long, the lifelines of most people have already been collected.

But the moment he made his move, he stopped himself.

"What's the point of killing him once or twice? Being resurrected and becoming his enemy would only expose more of my abilities. Otherwise, at best, people would just think I'm hiding my strength."

"How can we counter the Fusion Faction ' resurgence?" A few leaves fell, and Lin Hui caught one, gently stroking its surface as he pondered. "Either we can completely kill the Fusion Faction in one fell swoop, or we can directly control them and erase their short-term memories. The Fusion Faction already suffer from cognitive impairment; the differences between groups are merely variations in degree. Most have latent mental illnesses, so the former is likely far more difficult than the latter."

After all, the resurgence of the Fusion Faction is a rule of the Source Disaster. To completely eliminate it, one must come into contact with the core rules of the Source Disaster, which is far more difficult than one can imagine.

Therefore, Lin Hui ultimately decided to focus his attention on the latter.

In this way, even within a sect with many powerful figures, a sudden loss of personnel will not trigger a disturbance or investigation.

This matter must be resolved as soon as possible.

Thinking it over and acting on it, Lin Hui took this opportunity to organize everything he knew about the influence and distortion techniques on memory, mind, and soul. There weren't many such techniques; after searching for a long time, he could only find various divine arts from the earliest period of the Mist Man World.

But those levels are too low-level to be used at all.

"Evolve step by step from the bottom to the higher level, which may require a lot of Existence Force. Or, choose a high-level cultivation technique or secret art to evolve."

To save money, Lin Hui chose the latter option.

This is, after all, the Thunder King Sect, and it also has a so-called repository of secret techniques, but few people go there on ordinary days.

Because purchasing and learning there requires vital energy, and most of the techniques and secret arts there are common and not very cost-effective.

However, for Lin Hui's current needs, these techniques were at least at the sixth level of high-energy condensed state, far surpassing the divine techniques of the Mist Man World. Immediately, he got up and quickly left the courtyard.

After asking the seal-granters of the Clear Jade Mountain branch in his communication certificate, he quickly left Guangxin Hall, entered the central square outside, traversed a large square area, and crossed a giant black water pond with a diameter of five hundred light-years.

After passing through more than ten spatial portals, they finally arrived at the Inheritance Hall, located in a secluded spot at the rear of the entire sect.

The massive Inheritance Hall was merely a three-story pavilion within the sect.

A giant old beluga whale with whiskers as long as its body sat at the entrance.

Unlike ordinary whales, it has hands and feet like a human. At this moment, it is holding a dark vase with its legs crossed, examining it closely, seemingly looking at the details of the patterns on it.

The old white whale was even larger than Hongyu Chun. In a sect where size represented strength, its cultivation level was clearly extraordinary. To the whale, Lin Hui was like a tiny flying insect, smaller than a sesame seed to a human. The old white whale was completely unaware of him and continued with its business.

Lin Hui flew directly into the Inheritance Hall without anyone paying attention. He was initially relieved that he didn't have to pay any extra fees, but as soon as he entered the gate...

The sight inside made him shudder, and he dared not move.

Inside the entire Hall of Inheritance, there were no books, no jade slips, and nothing at all that could contain records.

It was just a vortex of characters in various shimmering colors.

Various vortexes, large and small, were displayed on an ancient and massive black bookshelf, constantly displaying all sorts of images and information. What chilled Lin Hui the most was that beneath each vortex was a transparent thread that led down to the ground. On the ground, rows upon rows of stiff, motionless corpses sat cross-legged, their heads all opened up, with transparent thread tubes inserted into them.

Looking out from the doorway, Lin Hui could see tens of thousands of corpses, all with their heads opened and tubes leading to vortexes of various colored characters.

"Vitality is the price, the ticket, for entering these memories. In essence, our Inheritance Hall doesn't charge fees; it's just that you need to consume vitality to obtain it from these vortex memories in order to learn cultivation techniques and secret arts."

A gaunt, white-haired woman appeared silently beside Lin Hui like a ghost and spoke.

"No charge? Would a sect be that generous?" Lin Hui glanced at the other party and said in a deep voice.

"Why not? This kind of trivial matter is very easy for sects to do. Secret techniques and cultivation methods are actually the most worthless things in the world. For a sect leader, they can restore countless of them at any time," the white-haired, withered woman said calmly.

"Why is this happening? Top-tier cultivation techniques shouldn't be this cheap, right?" Lin Hui frowned.

"Because cultivation techniques and secret arts are based on specific foundations. What kind of race you belong to, the cultivation techniques you create will naturally be based on your own race. That's one point. Secondly, there are far too many cultivation techniques and secret arts, but their essence is actually all about self-improvement. The principles are just the same old routines for the Palace Master level. They have long understood the limits of variation, so their value is not that great. However, the most top-tier cultivation techniques and secret arts are unlikely to be found here either, so naturally they are not valued as much."

The woman said calmly.

"You probably haven't come into contact with many of the top-tier cultivation techniques and secret arts. Most of them have major problems. Either they are unique, meaning only one individual can cultivate them, and even if other individuals copy them, they still won't be able to cultivate them. They might even cause great harm."

Or perhaps it's a trap set by some top-tier powerhouses; you train, and before you know it, you've become a completely different person... or you've incurred immense karmic consequences and trouble, unearthing ancient relics that should have long since perished from some hidden place."

Lin Hui's heart skipped a beat. Wasn't this describing him?

Fortunately, most of the people he unearthed were good people. His master, Seven Extinctions, the Heart Source Demon Emperor, Heavenly Father —only the Karmic Fire caused some problems later on. But the rest should be fine.

"Judging from your expression, you've probably suffered losses before. I won't say any more. Go in and choose for yourself. Be careful, as many cultivation techniques have extremely strong effects on refining the soul," the woman warned.

"Thank you for the reminder, senior. May I ask your name?"

"Just call me Withered Smoke." The woman slowly floated away.

Leaving Lin Hui alone, he took a deep breath, turned around, and flew towards the dense array of colorful vortexes inside the Inheritance Hall.

"Refining the soul, isn't that just brainwashing?" He thought to himself, secretly on guard.

Upon entering the hall, a huge white oval sign stood to the right, with instructions on how to enter in black lettering on a white background.

"1. There will be a struggle for people among those who inherit skills. Please be careful to stay away from violent cultivation techniques." This is followed by a series of gruesome images of human bodies being torn into countless pieces of flesh.

"2. Some aspects of this tradition are highly infectious; those lacking strong will should stay away."

"3. Some lineages are currently undergoing internal mating. Please do not approach before they produce offspring to avoid accidental injury."

"4. Do not stay for more than one hour." This is followed by an instruction diagram on how to choose; simply approach the vortex and gently touch the edge to obtain it.

Lin Hui withdrew his gaze and looked inside.

"I need to memorize the techniques and secret arts related to the soul..." This thought flashed through my mind.

Swish!!

In an instant, about one-fifth of the numerous vortexes on both sides of the bookshelves lit up with white halos.

Below them were humanoid figures with open skulls, which slightly raised their heads, stiffly and slowly turning towards him, their gazes fixed straight on him. "Pretty convenient..."

Lin Hui closer.

Reach out and touch the edge of the first vortex.