If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Before Mo Chengyue could even activate the defensive formation, he felt a hand carrying powerful true energy grab his collar.

He took the opportunity to roll in mid-air, trying to use the power of lightning to break free from his restraints.

However, Xie Buci's cultivation level was far superior to his, and the hidden ancient golden core power directly sealed off all his escape routes.

A series of loud punches and kicks echoed through the back of Qingquan Peak.

"Senior Brother, don't hit my face! I still need this face to make a living in the Scripture Pavilion!"

Mo Chengyue rolled around on the ground, clutching his head in his hands, screaming pitifully.

"Stop playing the victim with me. With such a solid foundation in Yin-Yang Virtue and Harmony Scripture, taking a few beatings is just a way to loosen up your muscles."

Xie Buci punched him right in the eye socket, the force just right, enough to make him wince in pain without causing any serious damage.

"That's my lifeline for escaping; it can't withstand this kind of torment from you."

Mo Chengyue covered his swollen right eye socket, his voice tinged with grievance.

"That demon princess's pavilion is so magnificent, while you've turned my Peach Blossom Spring into a bald forest. Tell me, how do you want to settle this score?"

Xie Buci kicked him in the butt again, then patted the dust off his hands.

Mo Chengyue lay sprawled on the ground, panting heavily.

He knew that this one-sided beating was actually his senior brother using the opportunity to check his physical condition.

Those heavy blows just now actually carried a gentle and mellow true energy that flowed into his meridians through his acupoints, helping to heal the hidden injuries left behind in the ruins.

"Senior brother is right to teach us a lesson. Well then, this beating will settle the debt we owe Tieshu."

Mo Chengyue got up, dusted off the dirt on his Taoist robe, and shamelessly moved closer.

"Your shameless nature hasn't changed at all. I don't know why those arrogant female cultivators chose you."

Xie Buci shook his head and leaned back against the peach tree.

"That was all a misunderstanding. I only survived because of good luck."

Mo Chengyue rubbed his aching shoulders, resolutely refusing to admit that he had any extraordinary abilities.

"Alright, stop putting on this pitiful act in front of me. Things haven't been peaceful in the sect lately, so you'd better be on your guard."

Xie Buci put away his nonchalant smile, and his tone became unusually serious.

"I understand. I will not leave the library until the storm has passed."

Mo Chengyue nodded repeatedly in agreement. He knew better than anyone that the Hehuan Sect was a powder keg that could explode at any moment.

"And that neighbor surnamed Jin, you better know your place, or you'll really become someone else's food."

Xie Buci glanced meaningfully in the direction of the bamboo forest on the back mountain.

"Junior brother understands, and will definitely not cause trouble for Qingquan Peak."

Mo Chengyue bowed solemnly.

Xie Buci waved his sleeve and transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into the night.

Mo Chengyue let out a long breath and rubbed his eye socket, which had turned into a panda eye.

He slowly walked back to his wooden house.

He locked the doors and windows and skillfully activated the multiple defensive formations inside the house.

He pasted the invisibility talisman he bought from outside on the corner of the wall.

After completing all these tedious safety measures, he finally sat down cross-legged on a worn-out futon.

The night was deep, and only a dim spirit stone lamp was lit in the wooden house, casting his shadow on the wall in a dim yellow light.

He carefully took out an ancient-looking jade slip from his personal storage bag.

This is the Feather Scripture that he risked his life to copy back from the depths of the ruins of the ancient war between immortals and demons.

The surface of the jade slip is covered with cracks eroded by time, exuding an aura of desolation and barrenness.

Mo Chengyue probed into it with a wisp of his divine sense, and countless complex and obscure characters immediately flooded into his mind, like a swarm of fireflies.

He closed his eyes and began to carefully examine these ancient characters, discovering that this Feather Scripture was not some kind of world-destroying attack method.

Instead, it is more like a basic outline explaining the correspondence between the great principles of heaven and earth and the meridians of the human body.

As he guided his true energy through his body according to the route in the Feather Scripture, a wondrous sense of resonance rose from the depths of his dantian.

The feeling was like a long-dry riverbed receiving a spring rain, with every inch of its veins leaping with joy.

"This route seems more and more familiar the more we follow it."

Mo Chengyue opened his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

He once again activated the Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Scripture, the foundation of his life, comparing and verifying the two forces within his body.

The originally incomplete Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Scripture encountered the true essence trajectory of the Feather Scripture.

It was as if they had found their long-lost backbone, and those nodes that were usually sluggish suddenly became unobstructed.

This perfect harmony terrified him, and a bold guess gradually took shape in his mind.

The Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Classic, which has been passed down for thousands of years by the Hehuan Sect, is very likely a fragmentary branch that was extracted from this Feather Classic.

Mo Chengyue placed the jade slip on his forehead, immersing himself even more intently in the vast and profound mysteries of ancient methods.

The yin-yang symbol within his body began to rotate at an unprecedented speed.

The impurities that had accumulated from absorbing too much mottled spiritual energy were gradually stripped away under the operation of this pure and profound cultivation technique.

The surface of the golden core became increasingly smooth and translucent, and an indescribable mysterious aura enveloped his entire body.

This Feather Scripture is like a universal key, capable of governing not only Yin and Yang, but also the Scripture of Virtue and Harmony.

It can also subtly encompass all things, transforming the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the most primal vitality.

He then retrieved the mural array he had recorded in the core of the ruins palace from his sea of ​​consciousness.

The mural was composed of tens of thousands of intricate patterns.

At the time, he simply forced himself to memorize it without having time to understand its profound meaning.

Now that he had the Feather Scripture as a foundation, when he dissected those array patterns again, it felt like he had cleared away layers of fog before his eyes.

"So that's how it is. This formation isn't for killing, but for gathering life force and reversing yin and yang."

Mo Chengyue rubbed his hands together excitedly, temporarily forgetting even the pain in his eye sockets.

Each node of the array pattern on the mural corresponds exactly to one of the 720 major acupoints on the human body described in the Feather Classic.

If he could inscribe this formation into his inner world, he would be able to heal his injuries at any time.

It's even the ultimate trump card that can keep you hanging on in a desperate situation.

For him, who believed in the survival principle of "survival of the fittest," this was even more desirable than receiving a top-tier offensive magical weapon.

He immediately took out a blank sheet of talisman paper and a talisman pen, dipped it in cinnabar, and began to try to recreate a corner of the mural on the paper.

The brush tip moved across the talisman paper, bringing a heavy feeling that was extremely exhausting to the mind.

He had only sketched less than a tenth of the array pattern when beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like soybeans.

This formation is too advanced; even with his current mid-stage Golden Core cultivation, he still finds it somewhat difficult to deduce it.

"It seems we have to take things one step at a time, and we also need to carefully develop our trump card for survival."

Mo Chengyue put down the talisman brush, picked up the cool Moon Shadow Illusion Pendant next to him, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He was not discouraged by the temporary setback; on the contrary, he felt much more at ease.

As long as the direction is right, and by relying on the great tree of the Sutra Repository, one can slowly get by and eventually figure out this incredible life-saving formation.