Chuanliu Pavilion, the True Source of All Techniques

The Ten Directions Immortal Court, the Qin Clan.

A newly completed palace stands majestically, with Glazed Golden Tiles, Jade Pillars Coiled with Dragons, and three large characters inscribed in Dao Rhyme Immortal Script above the gate—

Chuanliu Pavilion.

The hall doors were open, and there was no heavy guard like in a typical Scripture Library; only a faint fragrance of books and the vast, boundless atmosphere of ancient texts filled the air.

Whether or not they are members of the Qin Clan, anyone can enter and browse the books after a simple identity verification.

At this moment, many young students were already inside the pavilion, some standing quietly in front of the bookshelves, others sitting cross-legged on futons, completely absorbed in their studies.

Two Black Clad messengers tore through the void and appeared directly in front of an elderly man with white hair and beard who was resting with his eyes closed at the core of the pavilion.

I respectfully present two volumes of books, exuding the fresh scent of ink and a faint aroma of cinnabar.

"The Divine Son has delivered another new insight; please review it, Elder."

The old man slowly opened his eyes, his pupils seemingly reflecting the fading of nebulae.

He took the book, first glancing at "Soldier Puppet Initial Understanding," a hint of surprise in his eyes. As he flipped through it, the surprise gradually turned into admiration.

"Using talismans to convey the Dao, Transform Paper into Soldiers... Module Stacking, Specialization Fusion... Brilliant! Brilliant indeed! It completely breaks free from the constraints of traditional Artifact Refining and Puppet Technique, forging a new path!"

The old man stroked his beard and exclaimed in admiration, "The Divine Son's thinking is True Heaven!"

After saying that, he handed the item to the person next to him.

An elderly man nearby took it, glanced at it, and froze on the spot. After a long while, he smiled wryly and said:

"The Spirit Power Furnace created by the Divine Son is extremely powerful, and the Sword Intent Furnace is an essential tool for Sword Cultivator."

"This 'Soldier Puppet Technique' looks... like an improvement on the Zhao Clan's Paper Figurine Technique?"

The man took a deep breath and then carefully unfolded the two new volumes to copy them.

Originally placed in the Forbidden Land Library, the printed version was placed on the jade platform on the wall of the Chuanliu Pavilion.

More often, the knowledge is stored in Jade Slip so that others can comprehend it using their Divine Sense.

Of course, there are also people who enjoy the feeling of flipping through books, and disciples will come to copy printed copies.

On the jade platform, three other books with equally vast auras were already placed: <Spirit Power Furnace>, <Sword Intent Furnace>, and <Paper Figurine Technique>.

Now, the Soldier Puppet Technique has been added.

"As expected of the Qin Clan Divine Son, at this rate, one day this pavilion will be filled with all sorts of cultivation techniques."

The old man gazed at the jade platform and sighed deeply, his tone filled with unparalleled pride and satisfaction.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire Chuanliu Pavilion.

The disciples who were browsing through other cultivation techniques inside the pavilion all raised their heads, looking in awe at the direction of the core jade platform.

Some of them may still be racking their brains trying to comprehend a particular traditional Technique Method.

Meanwhile, the Divine Son, who was of similar or even younger age than them, had already forged his own Dao Path and transformed it into scriptures for future generations to study.

"Look! The Divine Son has brought back a new cultivation technique!"

"<Soldier Puppet Technique>?... Is it different from the previous Paper Figurine Technique?... Oh! Paper Figurine wielding weapons, Soldier Puppet!"

"I heard that the Divine Son, while undergoing trials in the Lower Realm, was able to gain such insights..."

"Otherwise, how could he be the Divine Son? We are already incredibly fortunate to be here reading the Divine Son's handwriting!"

The whispers were filled with admiration and longing.

The existence of the Chuanliu Pavilion is a miracle in itself. It does not belong to the Qin Clan system and was established specifically for the Qin Wangchuan Dao Lineage.

To establish a separate Dao Lineage within the Dao Lineage is such a childish act.

Yet it has already become Holy Land that all the Qin Clan members and even geniuses from other forces yearn for.

Because it represents infinite possibilities and the direction of the future, its owner is named Qin Wangchuan.

Just as the disciples inside the pavilion were discussing animatedly, their eyes eagerly fixed on the newly added Jade Slip and printed copy of the <Soldier Puppet Technique>, a clear yet somewhat domineering girl's voice suddenly came from the doorway:

"Make way! Get out of the way!"

A clear yet arrogant voice came from behind the crowd, and all the disciples turned around.

A young girl dressed in a gold dress and black skirt walked over, her bells jingling. Her features were beautiful, but she carried a hint of arrogance.

It was none other than the Eighth Young Master... no, he should now be called the Eighth Dao Child — Qin Zhaoer.

"Let me see first!"

The surrounding elders and disciples, unfazed, quickly made way for them.

Although this Little Ancestor was domineering in the Qin Clan, he wasn't exactly annoying.

Just avoid provoking her.

As one Jade Slip after another was engraved...

Disguised, Zhao Lingyun hid in the crowd, picked up one, and after observing it for a moment with his Divine Sense, exclaimed in sincere admiration:

"The Paper Figurine Technique was only introduced to keep him in check."

"I never imagined... that in just one month, he could develop such an exquisite way of creating 'Soldier Puppet' based on this. The Module Stacking and Specialization Fusion... this kind of thinking has already surpassed the original, and I have benefited immensely from it."

Zhao Lingyun spoke with a hint of helplessness.

The Lineage had instructed him to pass on the Paper Figurine Technique because they feared that once the Qin Clan's Taichu God-Burial Sword became widespread, people would only know the name Qin.

So this was actually a last resort.

But...

"Once this thing appeared, the Paper Figurine Technique became obsolete, so in the future, only the name Qin will be widely known."

"However, to witness, and even indirectly participate in, the birth of a completely new Talisman Art system is already an honor for me, Zhao Lingyun."

Zhao Lingyun spoke frankly and generously, not only pointing out his connection with this new Technique Method but also praising Qin Wangchuan highly without reservation.

After he finished speaking, he continued watching, his eyes shining brighter and brighter, nodding from time to time, clearly completely immersed in this new concept of Talisman Art.

Just then, a voice came from beside me. "Have you finished reading? Let me see too."

Turning his head, he saw it was Chu Wujiu.

"Chu Wujiu?" Zhao Lingyun called out instinctively.

"Who are you..."

Chu Wujiu was initially puzzled, then examined him carefully. "Zhao Lingyun?"

Why are you dressed like that?

"What do you mean I'm dressed like this? You're the heir to the Chu family's lineage, why don't you even bother to hide it when you come to learn from another family?"

"A cover-up?" Chu Wujiu laughed.

"I see you still don't understand his original intention in establishing this pavilion."

"Everyone can learn it!"

'That's what they say, but I'll get a lecture from my elders when I get back,' Zhao Lingyun thought to herself.

It's unacceptable for something that has been passed down for so long to be improved and innovated by an outsider.

Chu Wujiu suddenly asked somewhat embarrassedly, "Speaking of which, do you know how to get started with the Sword Intent Furnace?"

"I do know about Spirit Power Furnace; although I haven't quite mastered them yet, I'm almost there."

"But I still don't understand this Sword Intent Furnace. How exactly does it convert Spiritual Power into Sword Intent?"

Is this even possible?

The Prodigy arrogant Chu Wujiu was stopped in his tracks by this thing, completely baffled by its operating principles.

"I understand!" a voice suddenly interrupted from the side.

The two turned around and saw that it was Li Xuan.

He walked over slowly. "I can teach you Sword Intent Furnace, but you also have to teach me how to operate Spirit Power Furnace."

"Alright," Chu Wujiu agreed, and the two walked to the side together.

Ye Lingchuan also walked over with a book in his hand, and looking in the direction the two had left, he said with some amazement, "Just as Qin Wangchuan said, this Chuanliu Pavilion will become a true source of all techniques as new and powerful cultivation methods are introduced."

"His Qin Wangchuan's law."

He closed the book as he spoke.

The book cover features a large character for "Qin".

The specific name of the exercise is on the second page.

Anyone who sees such Cultivation Method Secret Manual knows that it must have come from Qin Wangchuan.

"Yes." Zhao Lingyun nodded in agreement, then became curious again:

"I wonder what kind of heaven-defying things this Divine Son is up to in the Lower Realm these days."

However, Qin Wangchuan's life in Qingmu Town was not as exciting as it seemed.

They simply set up a stall, sold talismans, and researched new talismans and new paper.

Half a month passed like this.

"It's time to move to a different place."

As Qin Wangchuan pondered, his gaze lowered slightly, landing on Pang Jie, who was drawing Draw Talismans on the table.

The boy thought he had hidden it well, but little did he know that to the cultivator, the crisscrossing bloodstains and bruises on his back were already clearly visible.

Although it wasn't a serious injury, it was particularly glaring on his thin back, as if he had been strangled by a rough rope or beaten with a stick.

If he truly coveted his mother's beauty, how could a disciple of a Holy Land mistreat a mere mortal child?

There's more to this than meets the eye...

After glancing at the old man feigning death in the distance, Qin Wangchuan rested his chin on his hand and asked:

"What happened to your injury?"