West Camp, inside the commandant's loft.
Lin Nan lifted the two wooden chests before him and began leafing through the blue thread-bound manuals hidden inside.
The vast majority were unranked martial arts, not even worthy of a grade.
"What the hell is all this junk? This is like panning for gold in a pile of shit..."
Lin Nan was speechless. After flipping through dozens of books, he finally found three ordinary-grade martial arts that looked reasonably reliable.
They were the [Iron Shirt], [Flowing-Wind Mountain-Treading Step], and [Seven-Star Soul-Locking Bow Art].
All three techniques were ordinary external training arts and did not require stance training to accompany their cultivation.
"Not bad. They may be ordinary-grade, but if they can stack with the Wave-Treading Step and Golden Astral Body, perhaps I can derive an even stronger movement art and hardening art."
"As for the Seven-Star Soul-Locking Bow, it's merely a simple archery art. Though it has only two levels, it can greatly make up for my shortcomings with ranged weapons. Unlike before, when I could only spray arrows around with brute force and couldn't even kill a low-level demon beast in one shot."
Lin Nan was fairly satisfied. Given his current accumulation of vitality and blood, cultivating a few more low-level external training arts would not be difficult.
His temporary posting at the Thin-Mist Defense Line was nearly over. Before then, there was still one important matter he needed to handle.
Lin Nan looked at the martial arts information on the Creation Furnace, and his thoughts stirred.
"Creation Furnace! Refine them for me!"
Night had deepened slightly. Near the hour of the Pig, a fine spring rain began to fall from the sky.
Outside Quiet Stone Hollow, at the entrance to the Wolf Ruins.
Red Fang crouched atop a rooftop, a