Wongchuan Scripture

Just as Wang Ding was delighted and about to thank him, the sect leader's next words nearly scared him to death.

"However, Wang Ding, I do not know why I cannot divine your past or future. It is as if someone has obscured them. I originally thought you were a spy from some sect and meant to imprison you, but after seeing you, I knew you were not. Seeing your luck soaring to the heavens and merit crowning your head, I knew you are likely some ancient figure who has reincarnated to cultivate anew. Since you have entered my Wongchuan Sect, that can also be counted as fate. As long as you are loyal to my Wongchuan Sect, the day you attain the Dao will surely come. All right, you may withdraw."

Wang Ding was shaken by the sect leader's words. Not daring to be negligent, he performed a great salute with Tianhanzi, then respectfully withdrew.

As Wang Ding walked, he thought, These big-shot figures are truly terrifying. They can casually divine someone else's origins. The sect leader said he couldn't divine my past or future, and most likely it's because of the Jade Plate of Creation. After all, it's a divine artifact of the Great Dao—not something just anyone can see through.

Following Tianhanzi, Wang Ding had just left the Sovereign Hall when he saw a strand of luck split off from the Wongchuan Sect's pillar of fortune and merge into the luck above his own head. At once, Wang Ding felt his luck rise by about half.

One had to know that Wang Ding himself had obtained a fragment of the Jade Plate of Creation, so his own luck was already extremely flourishing, enough to compare with Long Lingyu and Dongfang Riyue. Now that he had gained the luck the Wongchuan Sect bestowed upon its disciples, he was even more blessed by fortune.

Looking at the luck above his head, Wang Ding could not help thinking, It seems obtaining luck is the same as merit—it doesn't necessarily have to be seized from others. Once someone attains a high position within a sect or great power, they can naturally receive that sect's luck as support. My luck is truly good now. I originally felt my luck wasn't enough for me to cultivate the Mysterious Yellow Undying Great Art, but who would have thought that just as I started feeling sleepy, someone would hand over a pillow? Heaven is truly aiding me.

Once again under Tianhanzi's lead, Wang Ding arrived at the Dharma Transmission Hall located on Myriad Dharma Island. After setting Wang Ding down, Tianhanzi said to him, "I'll send you only this far. Now go find Elder Fa Zhen yourself to receive the benefits of a true disciple."

After saying this, Tianhanzi ignored Wang Ding and flew off on his own toward Nine Nether Island. Watching Tianhanzi leave, Wang Ding was speechless for a while.

He stepped into the Dharma Transmission Hall once more. This was Wang Ding's second time entering this place. The first time, he had come as a lowly inner disciple, but this time, he came as a lofty true disciple. The two different statuses immediately made him sigh inwardly over how unpredictable the changes of the world were.

As soon as Wang Ding entered the hall, he saw the hall master of the Dharma Transmission Hall, Elder Fa Zhen, along with all the disciples, already lined up and waiting for him. Wang Ding instantly understood that the sect leader had most likely sent someone to notify the Dharma Transmission Hall.

Although Wang Ding had become a true disciple, he would not forget himself. Looking at Fa Zhen, the hall master of the Dharma Transmission Hall seated at the center of the great hall, he immediately walked forward and saluted. "Newly advanced true disciple Wang Ding greets Elder Fa Zhen."

Fa Zhen was quite satisfied with Wang Ding's courtesy and said, "You are very good. Although you have become a true disciple, you are neither arrogant nor impetuous, and you are mature and steady. You are a talent. No wonder the sect leader asked me to look after you."

After pausing for a moment, he took a storage bag from his robes and handed it to a disciple beside him, asking him to pass it to Wang Ding. Then he said to Wang Ding, "Inside is the island token the sect assigns to every true disciple. Later, you may go directly to take possession of it. Aside from that, there is also a mid-grade Spirit Tool flying sword, a mid-grade Golden Light Dharma Robe, and a true disciple waist token."

After Wang Ding received the storage bag, he respectfully thanked Elder Fa Zhen. Then Fa Zhen said again, "Now that you have advanced to true disciple, you already have the qualifications to cultivate our sect's true Dao arts. Our sect has seven supreme arts for attaining the Dao. Here are their brief introductions. Take a good look."

After saying this, he took out a jade slip and handed it to Wang Ding. Wang Ding had now stepped into the Qi Gathering Stage, and his original spiritual thought power had transformed into divine sense, possessing the power to interfere with reality. Checking a jade slip was only a trivial matter.

Wang Ding swept his divine sense over the jade slip, and the information within immediately entered his divine soul. Various pieces of information naturally appeared in his mind: The Wongchuan Scripture, the Canghai Boundless True Art, and the Mysterious Ice Great Scripture—these three are the Wongchuan Sect's treasured scriptures that suppress the sect, all supreme scriptures capable of attaining Taiyi. Beneath them, there are also four treasured scriptures that are methods capable of attaining Heavenly Immortal: Ice Sealing the World, River and Stream True Scripture, True Yin Mysterious Skill, and Yin Ice Skill.

These seven cultivation methods each have their strengths and weaknesses. The first three are all top-tier cultivation methods and not easy to cultivate. The latter four are easier to learn, but their accomplishments are limited. They truly make it difficult to choose. However, I already have the Heavenly One True Scripture, one of the seven great water arts under heaven. It seems I should choose this Wongchuan Scripture. I hope that one day in the future, I can gather all seven great water arts.

After Wang Ding chose his cultivation method, he said to Elder Fa Zhen, "Elder Fa Zhen, I have chosen. I would like to cultivate the Wongchuan Scripture."

Fa Zhen looked at Wang Ding in great surprise. "You want to cultivate the Wongchuan Scripture?"

"Yes. I ask Elder to transmit it to me."

Fa Zhen was silent for a long while before saying, "Do you know that the Wongchuan Scripture is one of the hardest Dao arts in the world to cultivate? In all of my Wongchuan Sect, those able to refine it successfully number no more than three or five. Are you certain you want to cultivate it? Once you choose, within one year you cannot select any other cultivation method. Are you clear on that?"

Looking at Fa Zhen's face, Wang Ding said firmly, "I am certain. I will cultivate the Wongchuan Scripture."

Seeing Wang Ding's resolute expression, Fa Zhen no longer tried to persuade him and said, "Very well." After he spoke, a ray of golden light shot from Fa Zhen's eyes into Wang Ding's eyes. Instantly, streams of information rushed into Wang Ding's consciousness. Wang Ding was dizzy for a while, then came back to himself and began carefully sensing the information Fa Zhen had transmitted.

At this moment, Fa Zhen's voice rang beside Wang Ding's ear again. "This is the first layer of Dao art. After you reach the first layer, come to me again to receive the second layer of the cultivation method."

After Wang Ding finished organizing the information in his consciousness, he bowed farewell to Fa Zhen, then left the Dharma Transmission Hall. Casually taking out the Spirit Tools and token contained in the storage bag he had just received, Wang Ding sent a thread of divine sense into them and immediately refined the two Spirit Tools and the token.

Wang Ding put the Golden Light Dharma Robe on his body, raised the flying sword, and flew toward the island recorded in the island token. In less than fifteen minutes, Wang Ding arrived above an island dozens of kilometers in circumference.

Wang Ding looked down and saw that the island was crescent-shaped. Countless medicinal auras, spiritual energy, and illusory realms appeared and disappeared in the air above. On the island, a tall mountain stood among them, emitting a hazy blue light. Wang Ding could vaguely see that the source of the island's spiritual vein lay beneath the foot of this mountain. The faint spiritual energy it emitted nurtured countless spiritual herbs and formed countless spiritual, empty illusory realms, setting off the mountain peak with incomparable beauty.