I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Chapter 562 - 461: Chaotic Divine Demon Form (10,000-Word Special) (Part 2)

Shi Qiu Daoist heard this and fell into silence.

Before long, he came out holding a quaint wooden box.

The wooden box was opened, revealing a roll of yellowed silk, which was the "Qian Yuan Daoist Scripture."

He trembled as he handed the wooden box to Li Changkong, his eyes full of pain and reluctance.

Li Changkong took the wooden box, opened it to take a look, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

But he did not leave at this point; instead, his gaze turned to the towering pavilion behind the Qian Yuan Daoist Sect, which was precisely the Scripture Pavilion of Qian Yuan Daoist Sect.

"Just this ’Qian Yuan Daoist Scripture’ alone cannot satisfy me."

Shi Qiu Daoist’s heart sank:

"What more do you want?"

Li Changkong’s tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable force: "I want to enter your Scripture Pavilion to browse all the cultivation technique tomes."

Shi Qiu Daoist trembled all over, a trace of anger flashing in his eyes, but thinking of the world-destroying battle strength just now, and the survival of the sect, he eventually lowered his head powerlessly.

Even the ’Qian Yuan Daoist Scripture’ had been handed over, and the other cultivation techniques in the Scripture Pavilion, no matter how precious, couldn’t compare to the sect’s survival.

"Very well... I agree."

Li Changkong said no more, and moved like a Cyan Rainbow towards the Scripture Pavilion.

The guards at the pavilion had long been terrified and collapsed on the ground, not daring to stop him.

Li Changkong pushed open the door of the Scripture Pavilion and stepped inside.

Inside the Scripture Pavilion, bookshelves stood in great numbers, filled with endless cultivation technique tomes.

Li Changkong was already in the Great Success realm of the inner scenery; his mental power was vast like the sea, and to have a photographic memory was a simple matter for him.

He swiftly moved between the bookshelves, his gaze sweeping over the tomes, with the contents of each book instantly imprinted in his mind.

Whether it was the fundamental cultivation techniques of Daoist sects or the unique secrets of the Qian Yuan Daoist Sect, none were missed.

Before long, Li Changkong finished browsing all the cultivation technique tomes in the Scripture Pavilion. Turning with satisfaction, he flickered out of the pavilion, transformed into a streak of cyan light, and departed smoothly.

Only a cold voice lingered echoing among the mountains:

"Today’s matter is thus concluded!"

It wasn’t until Li Changkong’s aura completely disappeared that Shi Qiu Daoist sighed leisurely, then walked to the elder guardians lying on the ground, taking out the Healing Elixir Pills to heal them one by one.

On the square, the disciples of Qian Yuan Daoist Sect gathered around, each with grief and indignation, their eyes burning with anger.

"Sect Master! This fiend is too arrogant, seizing our sect’s heritage and destroying our mountain gate, we absolutely cannot let this stand!"

A young disciple roared angrily.

Other disciples echoed, their emotions running high.

Shi Qiu Daoist looked at the disciples, sighed gently, and said in a heavy voice:

"Today was a great disaster for the sect. Even the treasure that guards the sect, the ’Qian Yuan Daoist Scripture,’ was taken away. It is a blessing that we were able to preserve our lives."

He paused, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes:

"May you all strive diligently, work hard in cultivation, never forgetting today’s humiliation. If you are able to achieve success someday, reclaim the sect’s honor!"

A slightly recovered elder walked up to Shi Qiu Daoist, his brow tightly furrowed, and said:

"Sect Master, this fiend is exceedingly arrogant, capable of seizing the heritage of our Qian Yuan Daoist Sect today, and tomorrow he could go and seize the heritages of other sacred places."

"The Southern Heaven martial arts, fearing it will fall into chaos!"

Hearing this, Shi Qiu Daoist’s heart stirred violently, he stood up abruptly, and said in a deep voice:

"You are right! The might of this fiend cannot be resisted by any sect alone. I will immediately write a letter to be sent to the other three sacred places and major sects, informing them of today’s events and discussing countermeasures together!"

...

At Wanxiang Tea House, it was currently bustling with people.

Tables for Eight Immortals were pieced together, tea guests sitting in groups of two or three, cracking melon seeds, sipping fragrant tea, all eyes fixed on the stage in the center of the hall.

On the stage, an elderly man in a blue cotton robe sat upright and dignified, with a wooden awakening block set before him. He was none other than the somewhat famous storyteller in the martial arts world, Zhang Tiezui.

Beside him stood a little girl of about seven or eight, her hair styled in double buns, wearing a pink cotton dress, and her big eyes lively and spirited. She was his granddaughter, Zhang Xiaoya.

Zhang Tiezui cleared his throat, picked up the awakening block, and smacked it with a "thud." The heavy sound immediately quieted the noise in the tea house, drawing all eyes to him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today we won’t talk about anything else, but let’s discuss the earth-shattering event that recently occurred in the martial arts world!"

"Grandpa, what big event? Is it even more exciting than the ’Three Heroes Battle the Blood Demon’ you mentioned last time?"

Zhang Xiaoya chimed in timely, her voice crisp, causing the tea guests to laugh.

"Exciting? This matter is a thousand times more thrilling than that!"

Zhang Tiezui stroked his goatee, his tone growing heavy:

"What we are talking about is the pillar of Southern Heaven martial arts, one of the Four Great Sacred Places, the Qian Yuan Daoist Sect!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, surely none of you are unfamiliar with the reputation of the Qian Yuan Daoist Sect?"

"An ancestor was a Martial Saint, holding one of the Four Great Mystical Books, the ’Qian Yuan Daoist Scripture’, with numerous inner scenery experts within the sect, and one of the Six Grandmasters in the world, Grandmaster Shi Qiu, sitting there — a presence that can make the entire Southern Domain tremble with a mere stomp!"

A tea guest from the audience loudly echoed:

"Naturally! Grandmaster Shi Qiu’s name is thunderous to our ears!"

"I’ve heard that Grandmaster Shi Qiu has achieved inner scenery, able to manipulate energy over a hundred miles to take a head!"

"Indeed!" Zhang Tiezui nodded, his tone suddenly changing, "But such a towering figure as this was defeated not long ago!"

"What?!"

The entire audience was shocked, quickly putting down their teacups and melon seeds, their faces filled with disbelief.