A goshawk spread its wings and soared through the sky.
His boots trod across the grass as a warm breeze brushed Chen Xu's face.
Cloth bags circled his waist. Raising his eyes toward the four buildings in the distance, he casually picked up one bag and tipped the Blood-Qi Pills inside into his mouth. Anyone else who saw him eating Blood-Qi Pills like candy would probably be too heartbroken to speak.
Unfortunately, they did not know that all the energy contained within the Blood-Qi Pills would be converted into Psychic Energy without leaving even the slightest residue. Even with the careful circulation and consumption of a cultivation method, it was impossible to achieve a one-hundred-percent utilization rate.
"Sure enough, there's a standard hidden boss guarding the entrance to the Martial Repository Pavilion." Chen Xu's gaze fell on the elderly man resting with his eyes closed in a recliner before the entrance, and he could not help grumbling inwardly.
Still, that was only natural. Martial Arts were the foundation of a sect, and no amount of importance placed on them would be excessive. This old man was probably only the first visible hurdle; who knew how many hidden measures lay in wait behind the scenes.
He stepped forward and handed over the token his cheap master had given him. The old man, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slightly opened his eyes to a narrow slit.
"You may freely enter the buildings of C Pavilion and D Pavilion. You are forbidden from entering the first and second floors of A Pavilion and B Pavilion. Bear the consequences yourself if you do!"
The disciples passing by the old man heard his words and instinctively turned to examine Chen Xu. The moment they saw the token in his palm, they could