Mu Bai had long known that the Spirit Taming Sect had a dedicated Transmission Hall, where its 280,000 outer disciples and 20,000 inner disciples received instruction in cultivation arts. As for the several thousand core elite disciples whose cultivation was above the third level, most spent their years outside seeking opportunities alone, or received personal instruction and guidance from powerful Xiu Zun elders.
Ever since setting foot on the path of cultivation, Mu Bai had ventured alone into the Silver Frost Forest, and even now, he had never seen a genuine combat art. Whether fighting beasts or people during that time, he had mostly relied on the basic moves he had learned in childhood and his instinctive reactions. Beyond those, all he had was a ruthless streak that did not fear death.
After arriving at the Spirit Taming Sect, Mu Bai had first inexplicably landed an elder's position, then been dispatched to the Pill Hall as a laboring deputy hall master. He had not so much as seen the cover of a cultivation art. Now that he finally had something to spare and no longer needed to spend every day toiling for his livelihood, and was cultivating in seclusion in his cave abode, he had still never once visited the Transmission Hall, let alone the Repository of Cultivation Techniques. If this continued, there would really be no excusing it.
Ah, who told me to take the shortcut straight into the upper ranks the moment I joined the Spirit Taming Sect?
There was no time to lose. Mu Bai left his cave abode and flew toward the Repository of Cultivation Techniques. Only sect elders and Sect Heirs had the right to fly near the repository. The moment Mu Bai landed, he drew sidelong looks from the many disciples inside and outside,