I, the Chaotic Being, began my path to enlightenment in a brothel!

After confirming it several times, the madam was finally forced to accept the cruel reality.

Her body went limp, her vision blurred, and all that remained in her heart was endless panic.

"It's over, it's all over!"

"When I first taught him manners, I gave him a severe dressing-down!"

She looked up abruptly, a faint glimmer of hope in her eyes, and asked urgently, "Did I... hit him back then?"

"Not only did Mom beat him, she also whipped his buttocks hard with a thin willow branch!" the courtesan replied in a weak voice.

The madam choked, let out a scream, and nearly fainted on the spot.

After a full three breaths of stalemate, she finally managed to raise her eyes, her face ashen and her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Besides these, is there anything else?"

"The first task you assigned him was to receive distinguished guests from the Hehuan Sect."

"Everyone knows that the witch of the Hehuan Sect is ruthless and cruel, and has always used her male lovers as cultivation vessels, and her methods are extremely cruel."

"Stop talking!"

Mother Liu cried out in alarm, her body slowly sliding down the wooden chair, her eyes empty and dull, completely devoid of her former competence.

"Is it too late for me to pack my bags and run away?"

The courtesan hesitated slightly before offering a soft word of comfort.

"Mother Liu, now that he has returned to the position of Holy Son, he is magnanimous and has just had a joyous wedding. He should not hold a grudge against us little people."

Upon hearing this, Liu's mother was taken aback. She struggled to sit up, her face regaining some warmth.

She pondered for a long time, then her eyes lit up and she instantly had an idea.

"Immediately send someone a letter saying that everyone at Happy House congratulates Young Master Lin on his return to the position of Holy Son."

"His wedding is just around the corner, and he's in a good mood. He certainly won't dwell on past trivial matters, and this matter can be completely forgotten."

"My daughter understands!"

The courtesan responded, turned, and quickly left...

At this moment, Lin Feng was completely unaware of the turmoil in the streets and was walking towards the sect's scripture pavilion.

Disciples ranked higher, such as Zi Yun, were qualified to choose advanced martial arts techniques, and followed closely behind.

The disciples who had not participated in the sect competition also followed suit, hoping to take the opportunity to get closer to Lin Feng and share in his glory.

Only Zhou Tiangu and his group, citing physical discomfort, hurriedly returned to their cave.

Before long, the group arrived at the Sutra Repository.

An elder stood guard in front of the hall. Upon seeing the sect leader arrive, he immediately bowed in respect.

"The Scripture Pavilion has three floors. All the Heavenly Rank martial arts techniques are on the second floor. Please follow me."

Murong Yan was in a good mood, a faint smile on his lips, and personally led the way.

The exterior of the Sutra Repository is simple and small, but the interior is a vast and boundless wonderland.

The pavilion has three distinct floors, each displaying martial arts manuals of varying grades.

Movement techniques, swordsmanship, escape techniques, fist techniques... all kinds of martial arts skills are all-encompassing and vast.

Looking at the dazzling array of jade books, Zi Yun and the others' eyes lit up with envy.

Lin Feng's mind was also slightly moved, wishing he could absorb all the martial arts techniques, but he could only suppress his thoughts.

With the sect leader and elders all present, he would never dare to do such an overstepping act.

"The martial arts techniques on the second level are all of the Heaven Rank, mainly of the middle grade of the Heaven Rank, with a small number of fragments of the Desolate Rank. Most of them are incomplete and of limited value. You can choose for yourselves."

Murong Yan stopped to the side and waited quietly.

Murong Xue was also not very interested. As the only daughter of the sect leader, ordinary martial arts techniques were simply not up to her standards.

Zi Yun and the others immediately scattered, each searching for their favorite martial arts techniques.

"The Heavenly Gang Fist releases internal energy, making it fierce and domineering, and is most suitable for body cultivators."

"Mixed Origin Wind Slash, a refined wind-based sword technique. With a single swing, two wind blades can accompany the attack on the enemy."

"The Violent Ape Technique, a mid-grade Heaven-rank body tempering technique, was created by a senior who comprehended the profound mysteries of the Violent Ape, and is suitable for body cultivators..."

Lin Feng's gaze swept quickly over the jade books, and after flipping through them for a moment, he gently put them down, his brows slightly furrowed.

He possessed the Chaos Saint Body, and his physical foundation far surpassed that of his peers, making him inherently incomparably powerful.

If one cultivates a superior body-tempering technique, one can truly achieve the ability to break through all techniques with one's own strength, and reach the peak of combat power once again.

However, the body tempering techniques and methods before him were crude and rudimentary, and were not worthy of his Chaos Body at all.

"The Myriad Manifestations Sword Scripture!"

Suddenly, Lin Feng's gaze sharpened, fixing on an ancient jade book.

This scripture differs from ordinary sword techniques; it records an extremely rare method of sword control.

Zi Yun happened to walk closer and, seeing this, whispered her explanation, her tone carrying a hint of mystery.

"This sword manual has an extraordinary origin; it was left behind by a peerless sword immortal a thousand years ago."

"People speculate that the sword immortal's cultivation level has already transcended the mortal realm, and he is close to a true immortal."

"It is said that he possesses three thousand flying swords within his dantian, which he usually keeps hidden. But once he harbors murderous intent, the flying swords can traverse thousands of miles and instantly take the enemy's head."

"With just this unparalleled swordsmanship, he became a force to be reckoned with across the entire continent, and no one dared to provoke him easily."

"Unfortunately, the sword immortal disappeared into thin air, leaving only this 'Myriad Phenomena Sword Scripture' in the world."

Lin Feng was surprised and blurted out, "Why would such a top-tier sword immortal inheritance be preserved in the Qingyun Sect?"

"This is just an incomplete fragment, only at the low-grade level of the Desolate Rank; otherwise, it would have been snatched up by top sects long ago."

Zi Yun tilted her head to explain, then advised, "However, I advise you not to choose this cultivation method."

Why?

Lin Feng looked puzzled.

"Sword control is completely different from ordinary sword techniques. It requires controlling the sword with one's soul and demands an extremely high level of spiritual foundation."

"Although the Myriad Manifestations Sword Scripture includes a method for refining the soul, it is extremely complex and dangerous."

"The soul is the foundation of a cultivator. If one is not careful during cultivation, the soul will be torn apart. At best, one will suffer from demonic possession; at worst, one's soul will be scattered."

"In the later stages of cultivation, one must control thousands of flying swords simultaneously, which is equivalent to splitting one's soul into thousands of strands. The pain is unbearable, and very few people can withstand it."

"We cultivators are focused on our practice and strive to improve our skills. We simply don't have any extra energy to waste on this dangerous sword manual."

Lin Feng was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, but his eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately reached out and took the jade book.

"I'll choose this one!"

Zi Yun was stunned on the spot, looking at Lin Feng as if he were an idiot.

"Were you even listening to what I just said?"

"This sword manual becomes increasingly dangerous as you progress; the slightest mistake will result in death and the annihilation of your cultivation!"

Lin Feng nodded, his expression calm: "I heard it perfectly clearly."

"Knowing the danger, you still chose it? You're being far too reckless!"

Zi Yun looked helpless, wishing she could reach out and wake him up.

"I'll try reading it for a few days first. If it's really difficult to cultivate, I'll give up."

Lin Feng shrugged slightly, his expression indifferent.

Zi Yun shook her head helplessly, no longer trying to persuade her, and casually picked up another jade book to look through it.

After an incense stick had burned for a while, all the disciples had made their selections and went to the elders to register.

When they saw the "Myriad Manifestations Sword Scripture" chosen by Lin Feng, both the elder on duty and Murong Yan had strange expressions.

"Lin Feng, why don't you choose a different martial art?"

After careful consideration, Murong Yan solemnly reminded him.

"Since the sect was founded, many disciples have attempted to cultivate this scripture."

"But in the end, they either suffer damage to their souls and become mentally deranged, or they go mad and go insane, and three of them even perish completely, their souls and spirits destroyed."

"Thank you for your guidance, Sect Master, but I still wish to give it a try."

Lin Feng bowed respectfully, his attitude neither humble nor arrogant, his tone firm.

"Since you insist on trying, then so be it."

Murong Yan stopped insisting and led everyone to the Hall of Affairs to distribute the pills as rewards.

The disciples were overjoyed to receive this opportunity.

After receiving their rewards, the group walked through a long corridor and arrived at a solemn and majestic hall—the Artifact Pavilion!