Choosing a Cultivation Method

After Xiong Dan left, Zhou Feng gradually calmed down as well.

The Bloodthirsty Gu inside his body began devouring vast amounts of blood energy.

It had no intention of consulting him whatsoever. It seemed to be trying to replenish the blood energy it had just lost.

That rate of absorption made Zhou Feng's face turn pale in an instant.

Without hesitation, he took out a Blood Pill and swallowed it.

The vigorous blood energy contained within the Blood Pill allowed him to recover somewhat.

Nor did he wish to remain here any longer.

His injuries were extremely severe now. He had to find somewhere to properly recuperate.

After Xiong Dan's attempt to sow discord just now, Zhou Feng did not dare return directly to Courtyard No. 7.

After all, no one could guarantee his safety within Courtyard No. 7.

He had already decided where to go: the Scripture Repository.

Every newly inducted disciple had one chance to enter the Scripture Repository.

The Scripture Repository should be the safest place he could find at present.

Even though his entire body was wracked with pain, he still forced himself onward.

He did his best to look as though nothing was wrong, then slowly headed toward the Scripture Repository.

Quite a few people nearby were itching to make a move. Zhou Feng now seemed like a rather good target.

A few Blood Pills were not much, but free gains were there for the taking. It would be a waste not to take them.

However, when they saw Zhou Feng's expressionless face, many of them hesitated.

This was a true ruthless man. Was it worth offending someone like him over a few Blood Pills?

What if they pushed him too far and he simply swallowed all the Blood Pills? Wouldn't that be a net loss?

After weighing the matter, those restless people quieted down as well.

As for Lin Ming and the others, they watched the direction Zhou Feng had departed in with complicated expressions.

"Pah!"

After finally shaking off everyone's gaze, Zhou Feng could not help spitting out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

He had really put on too much of an act this time.

To be honest, the Bloodthirsty Gu had affected his mind just now.

For that instant, it felt as though his brain had been eaten away.

The only thought left in his heart had been to tear apart everything before him.

That was absolutely a massive side effect.

Although his physical strength had risen several levels in that special state,

it was not what he wanted. Losing his reason was the most terrifying thing of all.

Removing the Bloodthirsty Gu had now become his foremost goal.

Previously, because of all the benefits the Bloodthirsty Gu had given back to him, Zhou Feng had actually entertained the thought of keeping it.

He had wanted to see whether he could rely on his own ability to completely tame it.

Now, he no longer held the slightest hope.

This was the greatest scourge. If he had the chance, he had to deal with it first.

"Thankfully, I have the Self-Healing Physique passive. Otherwise, this would have been truly troublesome!"

Zhou Feng could not help feeling somewhat fortunate.

Fortunately, he had obtained the Self-Healing Physique passive, and it was remarkably effective.

In such a short time, he could already clearly feel his injuries easing slightly.

At least, they were no longer as agonizing as before.

At this rate, he only needed to stay here for an afternoon, and his injuries would be seven or eight parts healed.

Perhaps the Bloodthirsty Gu was related to this as well.

The pure blood energy expelled by the Bloodthirsty Gu was also quite helpful in recovering from injuries.

Combined with the Self-Healing Physique, the speed at which his injuries healed would definitely exceed expectations.

At the same time, once his injuries recovered, he would be able to trigger the Old Skin passive.

Defense plus one. He wondered whether the effect would be obvious.

Thinking this, he arrived at the Scripture Repository.

To his great surprise, the Scripture Repository was merely a small two-story building.

From the outside, it even looked somewhat dilapidated.

It did not resemble a place where a sect specifically stored cultivation manuals and secret arts at all.

The person guarding the Scripture Repository was actually a young man who did not appear much older than Zhou Feng himself.

"Token!"

He was just as impatient as ever, just as unwilling to say one extra word.

Zhou Feng remained silent as well and quietly took out his token.

"Go in! Remember, once you come out, you can't enter again!"

After giving that instruction, the guarding disciple closed his eyes.

So careless?

And there was really only one guarding disciple?

Why did this feel so wrong? What exactly was wrong?

Zhou Feng frowned slightly and slowly stepped into this so-called Scripture Repository.

"Right! I know what feels wrong! Why are there so few sect elders?"

He recalled every detail from after he had entered the Three Gu Sect.

Suddenly, he realized that nearly everyone in the sect appeared to be young.

So where had the sect elders gone?

Even the Hall of Receiving Merit only had a few disciples on duty.

When new disciples like them joined the sect, they were merely led inside by so-called Inner Sect disciples.

Where exactly had all the sect elders gone?

Or was he overthinking it? After all, it was normal for someone at his level to have no contact with the upper ranks.

But that still did not make sense!

There had to be some people in a sect whose aptitude was not very good.

Those people would most likely find a position within the sect, since it was impossible for everyone to be part of the upper ranks.

Why were none of them around?

After indulging in wild thoughts for a while, he walked over to a bookshelf.

He casually picked up a cultivation manual.

"Adamantine Great Strength Fist!"

A fist technique? How could this be...

Zhou Feng's brow furrowed even tighter.

"Black Tiger Fist!"

Another fist technique?

"Thousand Leaf Palm!"

This time, it was a palm technique?

Were these the so-called cultivation methods?

This pile of things was no different at all from the Blood Condensation Art he had obtained earlier.

They were all methods for strengthening blood energy and controlling blood energy.

No wonder everything had been so careless. There was only one guard because this Scripture Repository had no good cultivation methods at all.

Zhou Feng felt slightly unwilling to accept this.

He flipped through several manuals in succession and found that some cultivation methods were even incomplete.

The farther into the corners he went, the more severely incomplete they became.

Some had even been gnawed to pieces by insects.

Only the cultivation methods on the first bookshelf were relatively complete.

With no other choice, he selected the Adamantine Great Strength Fist manual, sat down on the floor, and silently began memorizing it.

He could take advantage of this time to slowly recover from his injuries.

Once he settled in, he remained there until evening.

During that time, quite a few new disciples came to the Scripture Repository, including Lin Ming and the others.

Zhou Feng could clearly sense that several people who had traveled with him before

were now looking at him somewhat differently.

Lin Ming and Yin Ling, the two people he knew best, had not changed much from before.

Still, a sense of distance was unavoidable.

In their eyes, if not for Zhou Feng, they should have been able to keep half of their Blood Pills.

"More or less done. It's time to go back!"

After staying for so long, Zhou Feng felt that his injuries had mostly healed.

Thus, he prepared to return to Courtyard No. 7.

Even if someone wanted to make a move against him now, he was confident he could fight back.