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This technique, capable of concealing one's cultivation aura, caught Ling Xiu's eye.

Isn't this the very secret technique of concealment he's been searching for everywhere? He'd searched high and low without finding it, only to have it come to him effortlessly.

This is a Mahayana magic technique. If it weren't incomplete, it wouldn't have been carelessly piled up in a corner. Its power far surpasses that of "Hidden Breath Chaos".

He carefully looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him, and suppressed the surging excitement in his heart.

He quietly put the jade slip away, then casually picked a few ordinary spells to disguise himself before getting up and heading to the registration office.

The disciple in charge of registration in the Sutra Repository had an arrogant and disdainful attitude.

Seeing that Ling Xiu was old and frail, and that his attitude was nonchalant.

He glanced at the "Hidden Heaven and Concealed Dao Technique" in Ling Xiu's hand, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He then chuckled and shook his head slightly.

"Are you sure you want to choose this? A useless, incomplete scroll."

This incomplete cultivation technique has been neglected for a hundred years, and you've taken a liking to it?

Ling Xiu had a gentle and honest smile on his face, and looked somewhat dull.

"That's right, I'll choose it. Please register it, senior brother. I don't really plan to cultivate it. I just look at it and study it in my spare time. Whether I can master it or not doesn't matter."

The disciple in charge shook his head helplessly.

"Very well, considering your advanced age, it would be difficult for you to achieve anything even if you practiced magic."

This fragment has quite a history; it is said to have been unearthed from an ancient site three hundred years ago.

The sect initially thought it was a great treasure, and many disciples tried to cultivate it, but all of them failed in the end.

Not only is the cultivation threshold extremely high, but it's also incredibly easy to suffer from qi deviation. If it were the complete version, this heaven-defying concealment technique would have been snapped up long ago; unfortunately, only incomplete fragments remain.

The deacon chatted casually, expressing his regret repeatedly.

Ling Xiu listened quietly, trying his best to suppress the surging joy in his heart, which was already churning with turbulent emotions.

"I see. What a pity. Thank you for telling me, Senior Brother. I never imagined that this incomplete scripture was unearthed from ancient ruins."

The registration process was completed quickly. Ling Xiu took the jade slip and walked out of the Sutra Repository, his heart filled with indescribable excitement.

To my utter surprise, I managed to pick up such an incredible treasure so easily.

What others considered extremely difficult to cultivate from was not a problem for him at all.

Even if the cultivation technique is incomplete, it can be completely repaired and supplemented with all the missing parts by relying on the Qiankun Xuanhu.

Just as I left the Sutra Repository, several inner disciples approached me, talking in hushed tones.

"Have you heard? Elder Ye Chunqiu's granddaughter, that arrogant and domineering Senior Sister Ye Jingyun, failed to break through to the Condensation Realm!"

"What? How could this be! Ye Jingyun is exceptionally talented; she must have made thorough preparations beforehand. This is simply unbelievable."

"Keep your voice down, don't let others hear you. I heard that she suffered a backlash from her inner demons when she broke through. If someone hadn't noticed in time, her meridians and foundation would have been completely destroyed. Her injuries are quite serious."

Elder Ye Chunqiu doted on his granddaughter and vowed to bestow upon her a large quantity of elixirs once she recovered, enabling her to attempt a second breakthrough to the True Condensation Realm.

A disciple standing nearby, his face full of resentment, let out a cold snort.

"Hmph, he brought it on himself! He bullies the weak because of his status, which is why he's plagued by inner demons. No one else would do that. In the end, it's all because he's narrow-minded."

The group spoke in hushed tones, yet every word reached Ling Xiu's ears.

"The cost of breaking through to the True Condensation Realm for the second time is extremely high. Both the physical body and the soul will suffer severe damage, and the resources consumed will be enormous."

However, with Elder Ye backing her up, she could afford to squander any amount of resources.

Ling Xiu felt indifferent, thinking that Ye Jingyun deserved it all.

Recalling the humiliation he had suffered in the past, he felt a sense of satisfaction.

Ye Jingyun failed to break through to the Condensation Realm!

In this way, he would have more time to go into seclusion and break through to the next level.

But then again, if Ye Jingyun experiences a backlash from her inner demons, her resentment will only deepen, and her inner demons will become even heavier.

If she succeeds in her second breakthrough, she will only become more arrogant and domineering in the future.

With this in mind, Ling Xiu made up his mind that he must seize the time to go into seclusion and break through to the Condensation Realm.

His gaze hardened, and he turned and left the Sutra Repository, heading towards the market town at the foot of the mountain.

The market town at the foot of the mountain was bustling with activity, just as lively as ever.

Ling Xiu already had a plan in mind. He took out spirit stones and first purchased a batch of pills to stabilize his mind, as well as various auxiliary materials and spirit pills needed for seclusion.

He then wandered among various stalls and shops, carefully searching for magical artifacts.

Ideally, one should find a defensive artifact that can independently defend against enemies, or a treasure that can conceal one's aura.

Before long, an item on a stall caught his eye: a gray robe with several large holes and covered in thick dust, clearly indicating that it had been stored for a long time.

"Shopkeeper, how much is this gray robe? What's its use?"

Ling Xiu reached out and gently stroked the fabric, his fingertips clearly sensing the faint spiritual energy remaining within the robe, which was extraordinary.

The weaving material cannot be identified at first glance.

The fabric was as delicate as spider silk, and it had a subtle effect of interfering with one's spiritual senses.

However, the effect is very limited, and it does not have much advantage over ordinary clothes.

The stall owner immediately began to boast.

"Old man, this gray robe has quite a history; it was the personal robe of an ancient powerful being."

This item is an ancient relic passed down through generations, possessing the ability to conceal itself, and is of extremely high collectible value.

Ling Xiu smiled faintly and looked at the stall owner.

"Name your fair price; if it's reasonable, I'll take it."

He pretended to be indifferent, showing only a slight interest.

"The collectible value is absolutely unquestionable. I'll give you a 20% discount: eight low-grade spirit stones."

"I spent nine spirit stones to acquire this robe; I should at least make a profit, right?"

Ling Xiu gently shook his head.

"The price is too high. Five low-grade spirit stones. Sell it to me and I'll take it. Otherwise, forget it."

The so-called concealment effect is negligible, and its collectible value is limited; I only use it to wrap my personal valuables.

Seeing Ling Xiu's resolute attitude, the stall owner gritted his teeth and compromised.

"Alright, I'll sell it to you for five spirit stones."

Ling Xiu took out five low-grade spirit stones and successfully completed the transaction.

He was secretly delighted, for he had acquired another treasure.

The holes in the clothing and the slight concealment effect are not problems. They can be completely repaired by the Qiankun Xuanhu, and the grade will be greatly improved.

He continued strolling along the street and soon stopped in front of another stall, where a piece of jet-black iron was placed on the table.

At this moment, three cultivators were arguing and bidding against each other over the black iron.

The stall owner, a tall, thin middle-aged man, kept trying to mediate, and it looked like the three were about to start a fight.

"I'll offer thirteen spirit stones; I'm taking this piece of black iron!"

"I saw it first, and you dare to compete with me? I'll offer fifteen!"

Another man with a sword at his waist held up two fingers and loudly raised the price.

"I'll bet twenty!"

Upon hearing this, the other two were taken aback.

A piece of ordinary black iron with no spiritual energy has been offered for a price far exceeding its intrinsic value, with someone directly bidding twenty low-grade spirit stones.

Upon seeing this, the stall owner immediately changed his tune.

"Gentlemen, this is a treasure left over from an ancient battlefield, containing unparalleled secret techniques."

Twenty spirit stones are too little; the lowest price is thirty, not a penny less!

Upon hearing this, the three cultivators all looked at the stall owner, their hearts filled with dissatisfaction.

Seeing them bidding against each other, this person immediately raised the price on the spot.

Ling Xiu stood aside and observed the whole process, urging his divine sense to examine the piece of black Xuan Iron. He couldn't help but feel a jolt in his heart.

The surface of the black iron is engraved with ancient patterns, and its texture is extremely hard. A wisp of ancient and mysterious aura slowly flows out.

Even the Qiankun Xuanhu he wore around his neck, now in a smaller form, trembled slightly.

It is obvious that this piece of black iron is extremely valuable.

The aura flowing above was actually the same as the "Hidden Heaven and Concealed Dao Technique" that he had just obtained from the Scripture Hall.

"Could this Xuan Iron be related to the 'Hidden Heaven Concealment Technique'?"

Ling Xiu pretended to be very old and slowly walked to the stall.

He glanced at the three arguing monks, then turned to the stall owner and spoke in a calm tone.

"Boss, thirty spirit stones, I'll buy this."