Scripture Pavilion

Time seemed to have passed for a long while. When Yao Feng opened his eyes again, the vast square had already become empty, and the crowd had dispersed at some unknown point.

Only a middle-aged man remained standing nearby, gazing into the distance with eyes full of weariness.

"Father!" Yao Feng felt somewhat awkward. After all, he was no longer the real Yao Feng. Yet after hesitating for a moment, he still called out to the middle-aged man.

"You're awake?"

Yao Dan turned around and looked at Yao Feng with some surprise.

"I've made Father worry!" Seeing the deep concern in Yao Dan's eyes, Yao Feng was stirred. No matter a person's status, they could not escape the role of a father. He remembered that in the novel, Yao Dan had resolutely chosen to self-destruct in order to preserve a spark of hope for the Yao Clan. Yao Feng could not help feeling even more respect for the man before him.

"From today onward, you are the Holy Son of the Yao Clan. Though you are still young, there are some things you must know!"

"Please speak, Father."

"Although our Yao Clan dominates the southern part of the continent and has made friends across the land, the Soul Clan remains our greatest threat. Since ancient times, the Soul Clan has never concealed its ambitions. Our Yao Clan has formed an alliance with the Thunder Clan and Flame Clan, and we have discovered some clues as well. Of course, you need not know too much about that yet. You only need to remember that the Soul Clan's strength is beyond your imagination. So while you have gained the Progenitor's recognition, you must not slacken. Only a genius who grows strong has the right to be called a genius." Yao Dan spoke with a solemn expression.

"I understand, Father."

Yao Feng nodded. Although he had the system, in the novel, when the Yao Clan was swallowed by the Soul Clan, they had been crushed with overwhelming ease. And that had only been a small portion of the Soul Clan's strength. Even though he had transmigrated here, he could not afford to capsize in a gutter.

"Mhm." Seeing that Yao Feng was not arrogant because of his talent and remained calm instead, Yao Dan nodded in satisfaction. With a light wave of his hand, a figure appeared soundlessly beside them.

"This is a Medicine Clan Iron Guard, Yao Thirteen. A peak Dou Zong. He will be responsible for your safety from now on."

"Medicine Clan Iron Guard?!" Yao Feng cried out inwardly. Although the Medicine Clan Iron Guard had not appeared often in Dou Po, their strength was comparable to the Gu Clan's Black Annihilation Army. Moreover, an Iron Guard with such an early designation was surely no ordinary Iron Guard.

"Thank you, Father!"

"This was decided after discussion among the elders. Cultivate diligently from now on. You have also advanced to a one-star Dou Zhe. When you have time, go to the Scripture Pavilion and choose a cultivation method. Our Yao Clan's inherited cultivation method, the Medicine King Canon, is on the highest floor of the Scripture Pavilion. I have matters to attend to tomorrow, so go by yourself." Yao Dan nodded, rather satisfied with Yao Feng's conduct. Neither servile nor overbearing—worthy of being my, Yao Dan's, son.

"Father, go attend to your matters without worry. I'll handle the cultivation method myself."

Yao Dan stretched out a large hand and ruffled Yao Feng's hair, a gratified smile appearing on his face.

"It's getting late. Go back and rest!"

As his words fell, Yao Dan swept his sleeve, and his figure gradually vanished into the distance.

"Heh, Yao Dan really does care about his son.

Watching Yao Dan gradually depart, Yao Feng smiled knowingly. But when he thought of the Soul Clan, his head began to ache. Since he had come to the Yao Clan, he and the Soul Clan would likely become enemies in the future. Besides, given how the Soul Clan conducted itself, Yao Feng had no interest in befriending them.

"Looks like before I can even start enjoying myself, I'll have to cultivate properly and prepare to save my life in the future. I hope the Check-in System doesn't suck too badly, or it'll be an embarrassment to the transmigrator army!"

"Warning, warning. The system has detected the host questioning the system. If there is a next time, this system will take punitive measures!!!"

"Fuck me..."

A ray of sunlight shone into his little room. Yao Feng rolled out of bed, washed up briefly, and looked at his reflection in the water. He inwardly sighed at what a pretty boy he was, then found a long white robe and put it on before pushing open the door and heading toward the Scripture Pavilion.

"Uncle Thirteen, can you send someone to secretly observe a young man named Xiao Yan from the Xiao Family in Wutan City, Jia Ma Empire?"

On the way to the Scripture Pavilion, Yao Feng admired the beautiful scenery of the Shennong Mountain Range while speaking quietly to the empty air.

"Survivors of the Xiao Clan?" A cool voice came from the void, though no one was visible.

"Yes, the former Xiao Clan!" Although Yao Feng was somewhat surprised by Yao Thirteen's reaction, as fellow members of the Eight Ancient Clans, it was only natural for some experts of the Yao Clan to know where the Xiao Clan had ended up.

"Mhm!"

Yao Thirteen responded softly before falling silent again.

Having achieved his goal, Yao Feng clasped his hands behind his back and looked toward the distant medicine-covered mountains, planted with all sorts of rare and exotic herbs. He could not help anticipating the moment he met Xiao Yan. That would surely be interesting.

After winding through the mountain range for half a day and turning past the final bend, a towering pavilion appeared before Yao Feng. The words "Scripture Pavilion" were written in bold, flowing strokes on its plaque. With just one glance, Yao Feng felt an invisible pressure emanating from it, startling him into quickly withdrawing his gaze. He inwardly remarked that things in a fantasy world really were extraordinary.

The first floor of the Scripture Pavilion mostly contained ancient books recording strange tales from across the continent, along with basic cultivation knowledge and pharmacological lore. There were no Dou Techniques or cultivation methods that could actually be practiced.

The moment Yao Feng stepped into the Scripture Pavilion, he felt a mysterious force envelop him before quickly vanishing. According to his memories, this should have been the guardian elder of the Scripture Pavilion. Rumor had it that he was a Dou Sheng expert, but even the previous Yao Feng had never seen what this guardian elder looked like.

After looking around the first floor, Yao Feng headed straight for the second. Though he possessed memories of the Scripture Pavilion, he still preferred seeing it with his own eyes.

"Yellow Tier Low-grade Dou Technique—Fierce Tiger Fist."

Leaning against a bookshelf, Yao Feng took down a yellowed book and opened it to the first page.

"Yellow-tier Dou Techniques are of little use to me!"

After casually flipping through it, Yao Feng curled his lips and returned it to the shelf before picking up another book.

"Yellow Tier Mid-grade Dou Technique—Stone Shattering Palm!"

Yao Feng flipped through several Dou Techniques in succession, then put them down in disappointment.

"Looks like this floor is entirely Yellow-tier Dou Techniques. I'll go higher and take a look."

After neatly arranging the Dou Techniques on the shelves, Yao Feng headed toward the third floor.

There were fewer bookshelves on the third floor than on the second, but there were likely still more than ten thousand Profound Tier Dou Techniques quietly resting here.