Whispering Human Bait, Bestowing the Method (5,000 Words)

Fang Shu shot to his feet from the ritual altar. Looking at the thick notebook before him, his expression shifted uncertainly.

According to the contents deciphered through the Dao Register, the Life-and-Death Yin-Yang Lesser Bliss Rhapsody was not only a cauldron cultivation art, but also an incomplete one, riddled with enormous flaws.

According to Huai Liangxing, the problem was not with the people, but with the cultivation method!

Those two points were precisely why everyone in the Venom Hall who cultivated this art had ultimately come to no good end.

In an instant.

Thoughts surged through Fang Shu's mind. At times, he thought of Immortal Long Gu's punishment of confining him for a year; at others, he thought of the senior brother from Solitary Gu Hall who had broken through to the Fifth Tribulation, immediately flown far away, and never returned to Mount Lu.

Could it be that Immortal Long Gu feared that once I successfully entered the inner sect, she would have to pay a greater price to make a move against me, which was why she set up obstacles for me?

Doubt stirred in Fang Shu's heart, but he immediately thought again, If that were the case, she should have withheld the Yin-Yang Gu pits she gave me as well.

After a long while of tangled thoughts.

He forcibly steadied himself and began to suspect that these encrypted messages were little tricks deliberately planted by Huai Liangxing—the man wanted to obstruct him, make him suspicious of everything, drive a deep rift between him and Immortal Long Gu, and thereby ruin his path of cultivation.

But upon careful consideration, while that was possible, it was not very likely.

Or rather, if that truly was the case, then Huai Liangxing was merely worrying over nothing, not deliberately plotting against him.