8 Million Taels

After winding through many roads and corridors, he entered the Li Family's Scripture Repository. The value of books and manuals like these was neither especially high nor low. Unless they were particularly rare cultivation techniques, they were basically as useful as chicken ribs.

After all, in this world, what generally constrained a person's cultivation was not some cultivation technique, but martial resources and one's natural talent and aptitude.

Thus, the prefectural government did not place much importance on the manuals in repositories like this. Only a few Skin Tempering Realm guards had been assigned to watch the place.

Seeing General Pacifying the Lands approach, the guards hurriedly saluted.

Lin Fan gave a slight nod. After instructing them to guard the entrance properly, he stepped inside.

His gaze swept across shelf after shelf of manuals. He casually picked out several dozen books concerning the Breath Concealment Technique and Alchemy. Then he activated 20,000-fold Cultivation Acceleration and began rapidly skimming through them, his eyes racing over ten lines at a glance.

In an instant, his spiritual perception, memory deduction, and comprehension speed soared to their utmost limits.

What others needed half a day to study and slowly comprehend from a single page became clear word by word and transparent sentence by sentence in his eyes. His eyes flashed like lightning as he read ten lines at a glance, his fingertips continuously turning pages. The rustling sound of flipping books echoed unceasingly through the silent pavilion.

A vast tide of complex knowledge, rudimentary alchemical experience, folk fire-control techniques, basic little methods for concealing one's aura and hiding one's qi, and scattered tricks for avoiding pressure and masking one's breath flooded into his mind.

Under twenty-thousand-fold acceleration, there was no such thing as obscure incomprehensibility, nor were there any gaps in his memory. Every