Desperate Night

Another part of Wanxue Palace.

Yu Xuezi walked slowly, passing through a series of somewhat desolate corridors.

Unknowingly, he arrived in front of a pavilion where two dragon turtle statues were placed.

Above the pavilion, a plaque was inscribed with three words: Longevity Hall.

Yu Xuezi stood alone, looking up at the plaque.

“Judging by Yu Hu’s progress, once he completes Qi training, he can be granted a Daoist title. I need to prepare his formal apprenticeship ceremony in advance.”

He stepped inside.

“Also, Bai Sheng and Hei Ying’s cultivation pills are almost used up; I should get some new ones... and bring a portion for Yu Hu as well.”

He murmured, ascended the stone steps, passed through the two dragon turtle statues, and entered the pavilion.

The pavilion’s gate had long been dilapidated, lying on the ground, and the inside of the building was covered with viscous, wriggling flesh walls.

The entire hall resembled a warehouse, piled with black containers labeled with names.

Yu Xuezi turned a blind eye to the flesh walls, skillfully navigating through the stacks of boxes, arriving at the innermost core.

At the core of the hall, countless dark red flesh bulged from the walls, extending into tentacles, wrapping around the pill shelves placed on the ground.

There were twelve pill shelves in total, filled with various pill bottles.

And in the middle of these pill shelves, a gaunt figure was quietly suspended in mid-air.

The figure wore a light yellow Daoist robe, tattered all over, exuding an aura of decay and aging.

His hair was completely white, the withered strands without any luster, draped down, obscuring his face.

And although this person was very obviously suspended in the middle of the shelves, Yu Xuezi seemed not to see him, passing by him, murmuring and searching for pills suitable for his disciples.

“Found them! Longevity Pills! One bottle for Bai Sheng, one bottle for Hei Ying, and Yu Hu has good aptitude, two bottles.”

Before long, Yu Xuezi arrived at a shelf, picking up a palm-sized white jade porcelain bottle with a satisfied look.

Opening the stopper, he poured out from the porcelain bottle, rolling out a gray insect egg that seemed to be faintly pulsating with life.

He smelled it. “This time’s pills, why do they feel a bit strange?”

But regardless, he quickly collected four bottles, preparing to leave.

Unnoticed, the shelves where these porcelain bottles were placed had already been climbed and spread by dark red flesh, covering most of them.

Carrying the pills, Yu Xuezi turned to leave.

Suddenly, his body trembled slightly.

“Why do I remember that the Longevity Pills don’t taste like this?”

He frowned, turned back again, returned to the shelf, and scanned it with his eyes.

Slowly, a portion of the flesh on the shelf bulged, like a living thing, holding up several contaminated porcelain bottles in front of him.

Yu Xuezi reached out to take them.

But a trace of pain suddenly appeared on his face, struggling.

Picking up the porcelain bottles, he turned to leave.

Chirp!

Suddenly in mid-air, from the gaunt figure, a fleshy tentacle burst out, fiercely rushing towards the uncontaminated porcelain bottles in his hand.

But Yu Xuezi seemed to sense something, raising his right hand, accurately blocking the tentacle’s attack.

The blocked tentacle directly wrapped around his arm, turning and merging into his skin, disappearing.

Yu Xuezi was completely unaware, slowly leaving with the porcelain bottles.

His actions seemed to anger the gaunt white-haired figure in mid-air.

Chirp chirp!

Two more huge tentacles shot out, fiercely hitting the porcelain bottles in Yu Xuezi’s hand, but he suddenly shifted, using his body to block them.

The tentacles immediately struck Yu Xuezi’s body.

Bang!!

Yu Xuezi’s body was pierced through, rotten and foul-smelling blood gushing out from two bloody holes in his abdomen. The tentacles also drilled into the bloody holes.

Soon, the tentacles poked and prodded from the bloody holes, pulling out two organ-like objects before turning back.

And Yu Xuezi was still unaware, only shaking slightly, and left contentedly with the four porcelain bottles.

The bloody holes on his body quickly healed over time.

But the color of his skin seemed to be a little paler than before he came here.

Inside Longevity Hall, the floating figure remained silently suspended, motionless. As if dead.

But one of his hands, at this moment, unknowingly tightly grasped a black-red tentacle as thick as an arm that flew out from a break in his chest.

The gaunt, bone-like palm firmly gripped the tentacle, preventing it from flying out again.

“Yu Xue... Junior Brother...”

“Live on... live on...”

The figure’s voice was as thin as a mosquito’s buzz, slowly becoming inaudible.

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Library.

Yu Hong looked at the rows and rows of densely packed bookshelves, some as high as a dozen stories, and couldn’t help but gasp.

These bookshelves were each over twenty meters long, neatly arranged with countless various books.

These books were uniformly wrapped in light yellow thread-like skin, with standard and neat black titles written on the edges.

The books varied in thickness, size, and appearance. At a glance, there were at least tens of thousands of them, arranged in such an exaggerated manner.

Yu Hong took a deep breath, eagerly stepping forward.

But...

Cough cough cough...

He coughed violently.

The result of taking a deep breath was inhaling a large amount of dust.

Inside this library, the air was full of white dust with a strange stench.

“What the hell!?”

Yu Hong spat out his inner force, forming a strong airflow, sweeping up all the dust in the pavilion, and blowing it out from the entrance.

Countless white dust gathered into a constantly deforming gray ball, wrapped in the inner force airflow, brushing past Yu Hong’s side and flying out, slamming into the black soil in the garden with a *poof*.

After doing this, Yu Hong scanned the entire area, and with another wave of his hand.

Inner force was unleashed, stirring up airflow.

Bang bang bang bang.

All the windows were opened one after another.

The newest and most complete novels are first published on 69shuba.com!

Light shone in from outside, also bringing in fresher air.

Yu Hong nodded in satisfaction, and began to check the bookshelf labels.

History, Astronomy, Geography, Essays, Medicine, Art, Secret Arts, Mortal Martial Arts, True Martial Arts, Immortal Martial Arts.

One by one, the labeled bookshelves quickly passed before Yu Hong.

Finally, he stopped in front of the last four bookshelves.

Secret Arts, Mortal Martial Arts, True Martial Arts, Immortal Martial Arts.

First, look at Secret Arts.

He reached out from a pile of books, pulling out a booklet called *Celestial Number Secret Art*.

Flipping through it.

'The *Celestial Number Secret Art* is a realization by a senior of this sect who observed the ingenuity of civilization, understanding the hidden laws contained in numbers, and cultivating special skills to quickly calculate the opponent's weaknesses during battle.'

'Resources required for cultivation: Yellow Phoenix Pill, Golden Energy Pill, Seven Orifice Pill, unlimited quantity.'

'Cultivation time: 137 years - 189 years.'

“...So long...” Yu Hong frowned, immediately putting it back in its original place, and took out another one.

'Earth Escape Secret Art: Different from ordinary Earth Escape techniques, this technique far surpasses ordinary techniques in terms of speed and activation speed of the escape method. It was contributed to the library by Qinghe Mountain’s Chang Yuanzi at the age of 721.'

'Resources required for cultivation: Ten pairs of Heavenly Horse hooves, Black Pine Pill, unlimited quantity.'

'Cultivation time: 98 years - 211 years.'

“...” Yu Hong was numb, and continued to flip through several other Secret Arts, the shortest of which still required at least eighty years...

Although the abilities of the Secret Arts all looked very tempting, but...

If he wants to farm traits, it seems that only the low-difficulty ones are the most suitable.

Yu Hong slightly flipped through the True Martial Arts shelves, and the time required was also similar, often hundreds or thousands of years.

Immortal Martial Arts was even more exaggerated. After flipping through dozens of books, they all required thousands to tens of thousands of years. There was even one that required 560,000 years to achieve initial success. When would he be able to get the trait?

Yu Hong decisively returned to the most simple and ordinary Mortal Martial Arts bookshelf.

“You are the most suitable for me...” he sighed.

Now he no longer doubts the level of Qinghe Mountain. Just looking at these cultivation technique booklets, he can see how high the level of this force is, beyond imagination.

Without randomly choosing, Yu Hong began to check the books one by one from the bottom of the Mortal Martial Arts shelves.

Within the Mortal Martial Arts shelves, there were further subdivisions such as Body Techniques, Offensive Techniques, Defensive Techniques, Inner Power, Outer Power, and Weapons.

He first looked at the Defensive category.

At the bottom of the bookshelf, the first book was

*Shou Mountain Eight Methods*.

Yu Hong opened the book, not looking at anything else first, heading straight for the cultivation time.

‘Eight years, that’s good!’

He breathed a sigh of relief. With the Black Seal’s assistance, shortening this time is still acceptable.

Continuing to read.

'The *Shou Mountain Eight Methods* summarizes the eight defensive methods from Shou Mountain Daoist’s lifelong martial arts. The eight fist techniques, once executed, can increase the strength and toughness of one’s skin eight times. Its defense is so strong that it can withstand attacks from experts two realms higher than oneself in actual combat. Without equal unique skills, ordinary techniques cannot get close.'

Yu Hong looked at the practice methods, which were actually eight different stance exercises, combined with medicinal baths, internal consumption, and visualization, practiced together.

He didn’t care about the effects of this technique; he mainly wanted to see what traits he could farm.

With the inner force strength of his current Chaos God Heavenly Eye Skill, this kind of technique was actually useless.

He didn’t pick and choose, took the booklet, and turned to leave the library.

He quickly returned to the Black Black Spirit.

Yu Hong began to gather the various resources needed for cultivation. If he didn’t have enough, he would go to Yu Xuezi and Bai Sheng Hei Ying to ask for them.

In two days, all the medicinal materials were collected.

Although the entire mining star was barren, there were some places where forests grew, and medicinal materials and the like could be found. Bai Sheng took the spaceship for a trip, and they had everything.

He prepared the medicinal bath materials, and then strengthened them with the Black Seal, increasing the medicinal effects and shortening the cultivation time.

Yu Hong’s slow life also began to get on track. He usually focused on the Pure Faraway Heavenly River Wonderful Method. After finishing the basic homework, he fully cultivated the *Shou Mountain Eight Methods*. The Chaos God Heavenly Eye Skill was temporarily left to circulate the Dao breath and cultivate on its own.

After continuing like this for a week

Bang bang! Bang!

On the open space outside the Black Black Spirit, Yu Hong turned and moved, his fists bringing out two strange trajectories, hitting a stone wall, but emitting three fist sounds.

After finishing this move, he gathered his momentum and regulated his breath.

“Finally, the last method of the *Shou Mountain Eight Methods* has been practiced.” All eight stance exercises have been practiced to the entry level. Next is to completely become proficient, master them, strengthen them through medicinal baths and internal consumption to achieve minor success, and then, with the accumulation of time, cultivate the essence, qi, and spirit to cooperate with the medicinal power, eventually achieving great success.

Yu Hong exhaled.

Entry, Proficiency, Mastery, Minor Success, Great Success. This is the entire realm of this martial art.

It is indeed a very simple and ordinary division method.

“After practicing the moves, I can start the medicinal bath.”

Immediately, he poured the prepared medicinal powder into a large bucket, and then waved his hand to draw in the cooling water pipe of the Black Black Spirit, allowing a large amount of warm and clear water to flow into it.