Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record? Hand It Over!

Chu Lan held Tiger Soul high. Under the sunlight, its surface was crystal-clear and glittering.

"Having Tiger Soul is useless if I don't have the ability to bring out its true power."

"A blacksmith needs to be strong himself."

Chu Lan thought to himself that it would be wonderful if one day he could travel to a place where he could obtain cultivation techniques and acquire one.

The meditation methods commonly found on Douluo Continent were ultimately too low-level. Otherwise, the Mysterious Heaven Skill would not have remained a top-tier cultivation technique throughout tens of thousands of years of Douluo Continent's history.

Chu Lan gripped Tiger Soul with both hands and swung it with force.

In the next instant, countless golden light bullets burst from the blade.

"Rumble—!"

As the thunderous roar rang out, the already shabby wooden house shook violently. Bullet holes appeared one after another in the wall directly in front of Chu Lan.

"Th-this-this..."

Chu Lan's eyes widened as he slowly lowered his head to stare at Tiger Soul, swallowing hard.

He had merely swung the blade, yet it had unleashed such power. Although he himself was not particularly strong, the power contained within Tiger Soul was not to be underestimated!

And besides!

He discovered that after releasing that attack, the Soul Power within his body had not been depleted at all!

"Good blade... good blade!!!"

The corners of Chu Lan's mouth rose uncontrollably, but when he saw the house damaged beyond recognition, he deflated like a punctured balloon and lowered his head in dismay.

This house had been left to him by the elderly man who had raised him.

"Chu Lan, what are you doing?"

Old Jack's voice came from outside the house.

Hearing this, Chu Lan went outside and saw that Old Jack had come looking for him. He smiled awkwardly. "Village Chief, I was trying out my martial soul. I didn't expect to cause such a huge commotion."

Old Jack looked at the hole-riddled house, then at the nearly two-meter-long broadsword Chu Lan was holding. The corner of his mouth twitched.

But joy soon followed, because Chu Lan was someone who could become a Soul Master.

His martial soul was better than Tang San's Blue Silver Grass.

"When Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy starts, I'll send you there to study."

"You should be able to cut loose there."

"But while you're in the village, try not to make too much noise. Don't scare everyone."

Old Jack smiled and patted Chu Lan on the shoulder.

"Alright..." Chu Lan nodded, then asked, "Village Chief, if I go to school, what about Tang San? Doesn't each village only have one work-study student spot?"

Old Jack sighed. "His father won't let him attend school. I gave him a good scolding before, but there was nothing I could do."

Chu Lan knew that Tang Hao would still let Tang San attend school, but that could wait until later.

Old Jack glanced at the wrecked wooden house and muttered, "Can you still live here?"

Chu Lan turned back to look, then smiled awkwardly. "It's fine. I just need to patch it up a little. Once I have money in the future, I'll rebuild it."

Old Jack sighed. "Why don't you stay at my place for the time being?"

Chu Lan waved his hand and smiled. "No need, no need. It's nothing, really."

"Alright, I'm leaving. Come find me if you need any help." Old Jack did not press the matter. He patted Chu Lan on the shoulder and turned to leave.

"Goodbye, Village Chief." Chu Lan waved with a smile.

Old Jack waved back.

Chu Lan returned to the house. It was summer now, so even if it rained, it would not be too cold. The little home was shabby, but as long as it kept out the sun and rain, that was enough.

Night fell.

Chu Lan took out the Heaven-Controlling Bottle he had snatched from Little Han in the Mortal World, placed it where the moonlight could reach it, and stood watch nearby.

As time passed, strands of white light streamed in through the window, gathering around the Little Green Bottle and rushing into it.

Chu Lan tried picking up the Little Green Bottle and placing it outside the window. Even more gentle white light surged toward it from all directions.

The next day at dawn.

Chu Lan tried to open the stopper, but it was still the same as before. No matter how hard he tried, he could not open it.

"One night isn't enough to condense Heavenly Creation Dew. It looks like I need to find a wide-open place for the Heaven-Controlling Bottle to absorb moonlight. It also has to be hidden well enough that no one discovers it."

"Otherwise, at this rate, it'll take at least ten days to condense a single drop of Heavenly Creation Dew."

Chu Lan gripped the Little Green Bottle tightly and stored it in the system space.

At that moment, his stomach growled and hunger rose within him. Chu Lan took a deep breath. Remembering that he could travel to another world for five seconds again, he immediately began.

"Whoosh!"

Chu Lan vanished from where he stood in an instant. When he reappeared, he was already inside a library pavilion, sitting on the neck of a young man dressed in ancient clothing.

The young man was copying something down.

"Who?!"

Chu Lan had appeared too suddenly, and he was even sitting on his neck. The young man was terrified and instinctively tried to look up and see Chu Lan's face clearly.

Chu Lan could not worry about that. He only had five seconds, and wasting time was shameful.

In such a secluded place, this young man was secretly copying something down. That meant the original was definitely something valuable.

What was there to hesitate about?

"Hand it over!"

Chu Lan directly snatched away the original manuscript in front of the young man. As soon as the five seconds were up, he vanished from the pavilion.

Seeing this bizarre scene, the young man's breath caught and his eyes widened.

"Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record... no!!!"

The Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record was the Tang Sect's supreme cultivation manual. Only the sect master and elders could study it. For an outer disciple to secretly learn it was a capital offense!

He had gone through great difficulty to sneak in. Just as he was about to copy it down and return to study it, someone had snatched away the original Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record right before his eyes!

Once this matter was discovered, he would undoubtedly die!

The young man gathered up the half-copied Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record and tried to flee the library pavilion.

However—

Elderly men dressed in simple white robes suddenly appeared within the library pavilion.

Seeing this, the young man was too nervous to speak.

"Tang San, you dared to sneak into this place. Do you not know that outer disciples are forbidden from entering here?"

One elder rebuked him harshly.

Another elder noticed that the place where the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record had been stored was empty, and his expression changed drastically. "Tang San, you actually dared to steal the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record!"

The young Tang San hurriedly explained, "Third Elder, I didn't steal the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record. A little boy suddenly appeared and took it away!"

The moment he said this, everyone present was enraged.

The Second Elder said coldly, "Tang San, do you take us for fools?"

The First Elder shook his head, his face full of disappointment.

The young Tang San gritted his teeth and tightly gripped the copied manuscript, hating Chu Lan, who had just left, to the bone.

"Take him!"

At the Second Elder's command, someone immediately made a move.

The young Tang San did not dare resist.

He was merely an outer disciple. How could he possibly be a match for these elders?

By then, Chu Lan had already returned to the wooden house.

He looked at the title written in traditional Chinese characters, raised an eyebrow, and muttered, "Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record?"

[ Ding! ]

[ The host has seized the Tang Sect's sect-defending secret manual, the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record! ]

[ Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record: Contains the orthodox Daoist cultivation method—the Mysterious Heaven Skill, Purple Demon Eyes, and many other martial techniques! ]

"Tsk!"

"Could that young man... have been Tang San?"

Chu Lan rubbed his chin, his expression gradually turning strange as he held back a laugh.