Jade-Entombed Kun Daoist, Nameless Manual

Elder Yan's instruction was strict. Probably afraid Gu Qingfeng and the others would not remember, he explained everything back and forth three times.

His voice mainly sounded exactly like the principal from Gu Qingfeng's middle school days in his previous life—utterly hypnotic.

After forcibly enduring nearly two hours of "class," Elder Yan handed out the manuals, and only then did this transmission of techniques come to an end.

Looking at the manual in his hand, Gu Qingfeng complained, "The manual's right here. Why say so much?"

Only later did he realize that he had been asking why people did not eat meat porridge.

Of the seven people who had entered, at least three were illiterate. Zhang Jianqiang was one of them.

Fortunately, Elder Yan had explained things in such detail that they could continue pondering the contents through the little human figures illustrated in the manual.

All one could say was that illiterates practicing martial arts got twice the effort for half the result.

Some of them even "were not ashamed to ask questions" and had Gu Qingfeng help them recognize characters.

Gu Qingfeng was happy to help and told them.

Still, they had all cultivated qi and blood, with one foot already across the threshold of cultivation, so they knew their own acupoints quite well.

Watching Gu Qingfeng "point them out of the maze," Zhang Jianqiang was rather disdainful. "Cultivation depends on your brain, not on whether you can read."

While Gu Qingfeng and the others received their techniques and began studying how to cultivate them, Elder Yan, who had conducted the transmission, had already arrived at Spring Comes Courtyard within the sect.

It was a courtyard in the deepest part of the sect.

The moment he entered the courtyard gate, fragrant flowers and green trees filled his