Transmigrating to the Primordial Era as a Peerless Great Witch, Changing Fate in the Primordial Worl

The text of the Marrow Washing Classic is not particularly long, but every word is precious and profound. It involves many mysterious principles about meridians, acupoints, the circulation of qi and blood, and the inner preservation of spirit, and is accompanied by specific breathing exercises and visualization techniques.

Wei Xiaobao was completely absorbed, his mind sinking into it, trying to understand its meaning while forcibly imprinting every word and every exercise diagram with his powerful memory.

About 15 minutes later, he had carefully read the entire Marrow Cleansing Classic twice from beginning to end.

He closed the book, shut his eyes and focused his mind, quickly going through it in his head to make sure every word was correct and all the graphic details were clear and accurate. Only then did he slowly open his eyes and put the Marrow Cleansing Classic back on the bookshelf as it was.

Next book: Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic).

Wei Xiaobao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile, and reached out to take down the equally ancient "Yi Jin Jing" next to him.

It also took him about 15 minutes to firmly imprint the text, diagrams, and annotations of the Yi Jin Jing in his mind.

Unlike the balanced and peaceful, internal-to-external approach of the Marrow Washing Classic, the Yi Jin Jing has a more unique exercise path, describing the training requirements for tendons, bones, skin, and membranes in more detail. Some of its methods even seem quite "domineering," requiring extremely strong willpower and physical endurance.

Wei Xiaobao had a vague feeling that this scripture seemed to suit his taste better.

After putting the Yi Jin Jing back, Wei Xiaobao did not stop.

His gaze swept over the other bookshelves.

The third book is "The Divine Skill of Arhat".

This is a widely circulated basic internal skill of Shaolin. It is balanced and easy to learn, and is the introductory internal skill for many Shaolin disciples.

Wei Xiaobao quickly flipped through the text and wrote it down, thinking that although this technique was not top-notch, it was reliable and easy to spread, and might be used to cultivate subordinates and confidants in the future.

In the fourth, fifth, and sixth books, Wei Xiaobao was like a gluttonous beast that had stumbled into a treasure trove, tirelessly absorbing martial arts knowledge.

He discovered that Shaolin martial arts were indeed profound and extensive. Even with the same finger techniques, there was the fierce and unrestrained One-Finger Zen, the delicate and graceful Flicking Flower Finger, and the swift and swift Formless Finger, each with its own emphasis and wonderful application.

When he walked to a bookshelf that specifically stored external martial arts techniques and body-protecting techniques, his gaze suddenly sharpened.

Haha, is there really such a thing as an indestructible divine skill?

Wei Xiaobao was overjoyed and quickly took down the highly renowned protective martial arts manual.

A quick review of his memories revealed that this Invincible Vajra Divine Skill was not simply a physical training technique, but a true method of cultivating both internal and external strength.

By nourishing and tempering the skin, muscles, bones, and internal organs with internal energy, one can forge an indestructible body from the inside out, making it difficult to be harmed by ordinary swords and blades, and greatly weakening attacks from internal energy.

This is simply a perfect martial art tailored for his path of "cultivating both inner and outer strength".

It must be written down, and it should be given the highest priority.

As he continued reading, he came across an interesting martial art called the Kasaya Subduing Demons Skill.

This is specially made for monks to practice.

According to the description, it uses a wide monk's robe as a weapon, employing softness to overcome hardness and skill to break through force, containing extremely sophisticated techniques for deflecting force, entangling, and trapping the enemy.

Although I am not a real monk at the moment, it is always good to have more skills. I will write them down and think about how I might be able to use them in the future, or perhaps adapt them for my subordinates.

For a moment, Wei Xiaobao was so engrossed in reading that he focused all his energy on those martial arts manuals.

He walked past the bookshelves, picking up, flipping through, and putting down books.

The entire second-floor library was eerily quiet, save for the soft sound of his footsteps and the almost constant rustling of pages turning.

He was completely immersed in this ocean of martial arts, forgetting the passage of time and temporarily forgetting where he was.

Time slipped away slowly amidst this focused reading and memorization.

Around noon, Wei Xiaobao was holding a manual called "The Great Vajra Fist" and concentrating on memorizing its fierce and violent power techniques and complex moves when his expression suddenly changed. His keen senses made him notice the faint footsteps coming from the stairs.

He turned his head and looked over, and saw the old monk Kongjian walking down the three-story staircase step by step.

Kong Jian, with a warm smile on his face, saw that Wei Xiaobao was still engrossed in his studies and asked him with a smile, "Uncle-Master, I wonder if you have made your choice yet?"

I think choosing a martial arts style is not something that can be decided in a short time, and there's no need to rush it.

It's noon now, time to go eat vegetarian food.

My stomach is rumbling a bit. Why don't we go have lunch first, and come back to check on things this afternoon?

Upon hearing this, Wei Xiaobao immediately snapped out of his reverie.

His mind raced, knowing he shouldn't appear too engrossed in his work, lest it arouse suspicion.

He nodded, a smile appearing on his face, and replied:

"Very good, my nephew is right. I was so engrossed in reading that I forgot the time. Let's go have our meal now."

As he spoke, he put the "Great Vajra Fist Technique" back in its place, patted off non-existent dust from his monk's robe, and got up to follow Kongjian out of the Sutra Repository.

Lunch was eaten in the temple's dining hall with many monks.

Wei Xiaobao ate the simple vegetarian meal quickly, but his mind was still on the secret manuals he hadn't finished reading.

During the meal, monks of the Kong and Hui generations respectfully greeted him, and he simply nodded in response.

In the afternoon, Wei Xiaobao, accompanied by Kong Jian, once again came to the Sutra Repository.

He didn't let Kongjian leave again, but continued to browse through different bookshelves seemingly casually, asking some simple questions, while secretly speeding up his memorization.

He no longer limited himself to internal strength and special skills, but began to consciously seek out classic texts on lightness skills.

Sure enough, he discovered quite a few, such as "Crossing the River on a Reed", "Catching the Cicada in Eight Steps", "Shaolin Plum Blossom Pole Footwork", and so on, and he wrote them all down.

The next morning, Wei Xiaobao once again came to the Sutra Pavilion alone.

With yesterday's groundwork laid, he became even more "unscrupulous" today, spending the entire day looking at it, except for necessary meals and bathroom breaks, he practically lived in it.

On the evening of the second day, as Wei Xiaobao closed the last manual on hidden weapon techniques, he slowly let out a sigh of relief.

Two days of non-stop, high-intensity memorization left even his strong spirit feeling somewhat fatigued.

But more than anything, I felt satisfied and excited.

The entire second floor of the Scripture Pavilion contained all the internal energy cultivation methods, seventy-two unique skills, seventeen superior lightness skills, and nine protective hard skills that he deemed valuable.

And a large number of essential manuals on fist techniques and weapons, including their texts, diagrams, movement routes, and variations.

It was as if it were engraved, deeply imprinted in the depths of his mind.

Although he hadn't yet fully grasped most of it, let alone cultivated it, once he "remembered" it, it was his.

On the morning of the third day, Wei Xiaobao did not head straight for the Sutra Pavilion as he had the previous two days.

He waved away the old monk Kongjian who had come to accompany him, telling him that he had some private matters to attend to today and needed to go down the mountain, so he would not trouble his junior disciple to accompany him.

Although Kongjian was somewhat surprised, he didn't think much of it, assuming that his grandmaster was bored in the temple and wanted to go down the mountain to relax or visit the little maid he had placed at the foot of the mountain.

He respectfully agreed and instructed his uncle to go and return as soon as possible.