Supreme Clarity Great Cavern Scripture! A Third-Rate Cultivation Technique?

After completing the formal rites, Uncle Nine said solemnly, "With the patriarchs above as witness, this disciple Lin Jiu has been blessed by the patriarchs to receive such an outstanding disciple as Fei Luo. Today, this disciple boldly wishes to pass the Maoshan Sect's ancient secret manual, the Supreme Clarity Great Cavern Scripture, on to disciple Fei Luo. I hope the patriarchs will permit it."

After bowing three times, Uncle Nine took out a wooden box. Inside lay an ancient thread-bound volume, with the six words Supreme Clarity Great Cavern Scripture written across its cover.

Seeing this, Fei Luo knew what Uncle Nine intended to do.

The Daoist mystical schools had always held that the Way could not be transmitted lightly. In every generation, those who received the true teachings were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, and were known as true disciples.

This both protected the sect's secret manuals from being lost and reflected the harsh requirements needed to cultivate these true teachings.

Why had the Age of Dharma Decline arrived?

Fei Luo believed the exhaustion of spiritual energy between Heaven and Earth was one reason. Another was that many secret arts had gradually been lost over generations because no one could cultivate them.

"Xiao Luo, take it." With a solemn expression, Uncle Nine handed the thread-bound ancient volume to Fei Luo.

"This is the orthodox inheritance of our Maoshan Sect. It has nine levels and contains body arts, Daoist arts, and talismans. Even your master has only mastered the first three levels. By studying this secret manual, you may vanquish demons and defend the Dao. But remember: you must never harbor evil thoughts or stray onto the wrong path. This is a rule of our Maoshan Sect, and also a commandment."

Hearing Uncle Nine's words, Fei Luo's expression turned solemn, and he nodded heavily.

"All right, get up."

After completing the formalities, Uncle Nine helped Fei Luo up and said with a smile, "The requirements of this method are extremely demanding. Not only must one possess exceptional comprehension, but one must also have a powerful physique—"

But Uncle Nine froze halfway through his words.

Because Fei Luo had already begun flipping through it right in front of him.

Simply reading it would not have shocked Uncle Nine, but Fei Luo scanned it as if reading ten lines at a glance, rapidly turning page after page.

"This..."

Uncle Nine could hardly believe it. He rubbed his eyes. "You're finished?"

That was right. In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Fei Luo had finished reading the entire thread-bound ancient volume.

"Mm." Fei Luo nodded.

At the same time, the system's voice sounded in Fei Luo's mind.

"Ding! Detected that the host has come into contact with a third-rate cultivation technique. Automatic learning has begun."

"Ding! Congratulations, Host. The Thirteen Demon-Subduing Styles have been automatically comprehended and perfected."

"Ding! Congratulations, Host. The Qi-Guiding Body-Forging Art has been automatically comprehended and perfected."

"Ding! Congratulations, Host. The Evil-Expelling and Disaster-Relieving Talisman, Vajra Talisman, Divine Mobility Talisman, and Corpse-Control Talisman have been automatically comprehended and perfected."

Fei Luo was not surprised in the least, and inwardly cried out in delight.

He had scanned the Supreme Clarity Great Cavern Scripture as though he possessed photographic memory, selecting only a few of its more practical techniques.

For body arts, he chose the most difficult Buddha-Demon Thirteen Styles. Things like Tan Tui and the Twelve-Route Palm Art were far too low-level.

He remembered that in the original story, Uncle Nine had suffered against zombies of the same level because his body arts were too weak.

There was no helping it. In the Age of Dharma Decline, being able to cultivate at all was already difficult enough. Who could afford to be as picky as Fei Luo?

With Ten Thousandfold Amplification and the buff that automatically cultivated techniques, learning a secret manual like this was as easy for Fei Luo as turning over his hand.

"I'm done. I've comprehended it." Fei Luo nodded and handed the secret manual back to Uncle Nine.

"Mm." Uncle Nine nodded. "You finished reading it. Not bad."

"Wait!" Uncle Nine suddenly jolted. His eyes widened. "Xiao Luo, what did you just say? You've already comprehended it?"

"Yes, Master." Fei Luo rubbed his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

He knew that his recent actions had been a bit too monstrous, already surpassing his master's understanding.

It was only because Uncle Nine treated him like his own son that Fei Luo dared reveal part of his secret.

If word got out, wouldn't it scare a whole lot of people to death?

"Y-You... how much have you comprehended?" Uncle Nine was somewhat dazed. Grabbing Fei Luo by the shoulders, his voice nearly became a shriek.

"This disciple..." Fei Luo had originally wanted to say thirty percent, but after thinking it over, he decided against it. Master Ren's Iron Corpse would soon emerge, and wouldn't he have to reveal his strength then anyway?

"This disciple has comprehended all of it."

At those words, Uncle Nine's face instantly darkened.

His thick, connected brows furrowed into four deep lines. "Xiao Luo, are you trying to fool your master?"

After all, even he, hailed as the most talented disciple of his generation in the Maoshan Sect, had cultivated for decades and only reached the third level. What kind of monster was Fei Luo?

He had comprehended it all after one look?

"Master, this disciple is not lying. I truly have comprehended it. If you don't believe me, look."

As he spoke, a small flame appeared in Fei Luo's hand. "This is an advanced talisman application technique—Pyromancy."

"..."

Uncle Nine was struck as if by lightning, completely petrified!

Just then, a graceful figure arrived outside Justice Manor, drawing the eyes of pedestrians on the street.

Ren Tingting had gone out for a stroll, but Fei Luo's image never left her mind. Before she knew it, she had wandered all the way to the entrance of Justice Manor.

"Eh, isn't this Miss Ren? What brings you here?" Wencai had just picked up some ritual implements to put them into a box when he saw Ren Tingting at the gate. His gaze was immediately drawn to her ample chest again.

"Hello, Miss Ren." Qiusheng hurried over upon hearing the news. Seeing Ren Tingting, he put on airs as he greeted her.

"Uh." Ren Tingting smiled faintly. "May I ask if Fei Luo is here? I have something to discuss with him."

"..."

"..."

Upon hearing that, Qiusheng and Wencai exchanged glances, each seeing the disappointment in the other's eyes.

Sigh, there was no chance for us now.

Our junior brother was handsome, wealthy, gentle, refined, approachable, and most importantly, incredibly talented. If we were women, wouldn't we like our junior brother too?

"Fei Luo, Miss Ren is here to see you."

Inside the main hall, Uncle Nine immediately realized he had lost his composure when he heard the call.

"Ahem, Xiao Luo, Miss Ren is here for you. Go see her." Uncle Nine's mouth twitched as he waved Fei Luo away.

This was far too discouraging.

Comparisons really did make people furious.

Just what kind of freak had I taken in as a disciple? Why did he seem like a completely different person after that serious illness?

Hearing this, Fei Luo's mind conjured the curvaceous figure.

"Yes, Master. This disciple will go first."

With that, Fei Luo strolled toward the entrance.

"Miss Ren, to what do I owe the honor of your visit?" As Fei Luo stepped out of the hall, he saw the graceful figure standing in the courtyard and spoke.

Hearing his voice, Ren Tingting's face lit up. She turned to Fei Luo and said softly.

"Fei Luo, I'd like to invite you to my home for a visit. My father brought back a great deal of fine tea some time ago, and there's no one at home. I wonder if..."

Upon hearing this, Qiusheng and Wencai both widened their eyes, staring at Miss Ren in disbelief.

What?

No one was home?

Drinking tea and paying a visit were secondary. No one was home?

A lone man and woman, alone in the same room... wouldn't that mean...