After gritting his teeth and agonizing over it, the new temple master taught Wang Quan a cultivation art:
"This art is a treasure our Clear Wind ancestors dug out of a Great Tomb. It is called the [General Compendium of Unorthodox Paths]."
"Although it isn't as powerful as the pathways of ancient eras, although it is very crude, although its upper limit isn't high, it is easy to cultivate and astonishingly lethal."
"More importantly, successive temple masters have always gained insights from reading the [General Compendium of Unorthodox Paths], allowing them to deduce new arts."
"This [General Compendium of Unorthodox Paths] contains three thousand sentences in all."
"Each sentence holds an unorthodox path, wondrous beyond measure."
Understanding stirred in Wang Quan's heart. "Good stuff, a fine treasure!"
"Come on, give it to me, quickly."
Soon, the new temple master brought out a book that was neither metal nor jade and handed it to him. "This compendium came from a Great Tomb. It carries ill fortune."
"How about you don't cultivate it?"
Wang Quan grabbed the compendium and laughed heartily. "I'm no good person myself. I can suppress ill fortune."
"Then... take it!"
"Let go!"
"I haven't let go?"
"No!"
"Pull harder!"
Heave! Heave! Heave!
In the end, with much heaving and straining, Wang Quan forcibly tugged the [General Compendium of Unorthodox Paths] away.
Overjoyed, Wang Quan carried the compendium off to study it.
After struggling for a while, the new temple master viciously slapped himself across the face several times. "How did I end up giving him this treasure?"
"I remember that when Xiao Ming asked me for it, I refused, and he killed me."
"Then he never found the compendium for the rest of his life."
"No, that's wrong. Xiao Ming is still in the confinement room. He's still