Chapter 52: The Hall of Scripture Transmission

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Inside Qin Lang’s room.

Qin Lang tucked his outer disciple token securely into his chest pocket and immediately opened the newcomer’s welfare pouch. Inside were several sets of disciple robes from the Wind and Cloud Sect, some daily necessities, and a bottle of spirit pills.

Opening the bottle, four thumb-sized, crystal-clear spirit pills appeared before Qin Lang. Instantly, the entire room was filled with a fragrant aroma. Yun’er couldn’t help but take a deep breath, feeling a wave of clarity and a refreshing sensation wash over her mind.

“These spirit pills are incredible! Just by inhaling their scent, I vaguely feel as if I’m about to transcend, on the verge of a breakthrough! Truly, the heritage of a great sect is extraordinary!”

A gleam of excitement sparkled in Yun’er’s beautiful eyes, and her delicate face was flushed with joy. If she took one for cultivation, the effect would at least double.

“These are Essence Condensing Pills. Though only first-grade spirit pills, their effect is several times stronger than the Soul Condensing Pills I gave you before. Of course, their price is extremely steep!” Qin Lang, having studied the Sacred Tome of the Pill Emperor, now understood alchemy better and immediately recognized the four spirit pills.

Essence Condensing Pills are the best first-grade spirit pills for cultivation, costing tens of thousands of silver taels each and exceedingly rare. They’re hardly available in ordinary pill shops; only great sects like the Wind and Cloud Sect and other major powers possess them.

“Qin Lang, we’re planning to go to the Transmission Hall to study cultivation techniques. Do you want to come with us?”

At that moment, Qin Yue’s voice came from outside the courtyard.

“To study cultivation techniques?” Setting aside the material introducing the Wind and Cloud Sect, Qin Lang’s face lit up with anticipation.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I go?”

Like martial skills, cultivation techniques are ranked from strongest to weakest in five grades: Divine, Heavenly, Earthly, Mysterious, and Yellow, each subdivided into high, medium, and low levels.

Cultivation techniques are regarded as the second life of warriors on the Spirit Martial Continent.

The more powerful the technique, the faster the warrior cultivates, and the purer their spiritual power becomes, giving them a decisive advantage against opponents of equal strength.

However, the stronger the technique, the rarer and more precious it is. The Qin family cultivates only a basic Yellow-grade medium-level technique.

Every new disciple joining the Wind and Cloud Sect has one chance to enter the Transmission Hall to select a cultivation technique. Given the sect’s profound heritage, the techniques stored within are certainly exceptional.

Thus, nearly every new disciple rushes to the Transmission Hall first. If fortune favors them with a powerful technique, their cultivation will be greatly accelerated.

Such a rare opportunity was not to be missed by Qin Lang.

Moments later, the three of them arrived before a towering black spire dozens of meters high—the Transmission Hall of the Wind and Cloud Sect.

At a glance, youths continuously entered and exited through the hall’s massive doors. Some emerged with faces brimming with excitement, clearly having gained much inside; others left dejected, disappointed with their results.

Suppressing their own anticipation and nerves, Qin Lang and the others entered and handed their outer disciple tokens to the attendant for identity verification.

“Are you Qin Lang, recruited by Steward Tian from Qingfeng Town?”

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The attendant, a middle-aged man, paused briefly upon seeing Qin Lang’s token before asking.

“Yes, that’s me!” Qin Lang nodded.

The man’s eyes brightened as he scrutinized Qin Lang carefully.

“Qin Lang!”

“That’s him, Qin Lang!”

Hearing the exchange, a dozen new outer disciples nearby widened their eyes and stared at Qin Lang.

Not only was Qin Lang’s name well-known throughout the Wind and Cloud Sect, but these newcomers had also heard rumors of his incredible feat: breaking through from Martial Initiate First Rank to Martial Warrior First Rank in just seven months.

However, their gazes were filled with skepticism.

“In my opinion, those rumors might not be true. If he really had extraordinary talent, how could he only have reached Martial Warrior First Rank at fifteen?”

“Exactly! Many of us are the same age but have already attained Martial Warrior Second Rank or even Third Rank, far surpassing Qin Lang!”

These youths were the pride of their hometowns, arrogant and proud. Qin Lang’s sudden rise upon joining the sect seemed to overshadow them, stirring resentment in their hearts.

From the crowd, a handsome youth exuding the air of a prominent family scornfully chuckled:

“Heh, looks can be deceiving. Let’s see what cultivation technique he gets from the Transmission Hall—that will tell us everything!”

“What do you mean? Is the technique you receive from the Transmission Hall related to talent?”

Several youths nearby looked puzzled and turned to the elegant youth.

“That’s right!” he nodded. “The Transmission Hall was established by the founding ancestor of our Wind and Cloud Sect and houses a vast collection of techniques accumulated over thousands of years. It’s said the higher a disciple’s talent, the greater their chance of obtaining a powerful technique!”

“Ordinary disciples receive low-level Mysterious-grade techniques, those with decent talent get mid-level Mysterious-grade techniques, and the most gifted might even obtain high-level Mysterious-grade techniques! Rumor has it that our sect’s true heirs have all obtained Earthly-grade techniques in the Transmission Hall, which surpass even the high-level Mysterious-grade ones!”

“Wow! Earthly-grade techniques!”

The youths’ eyes widened, breaths catching in awe. Earthly-grade techniques were a level above the Yellow-grade techniques they trained in—immensely powerful!

“Come on, let’s go choose our techniques!”

“Yeah, let’s try our luck! Maybe I’ll be lucky enough to get an Earthly-grade technique!”

The group eagerly rubbed their hands together, ready to start.

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“Remember, each person can only choose one technique, and you have only one hour! Once time is up, whether you’ve selected a technique or not, you will be teleported out of the Transmission Hall!”

The middle-aged man reminded the disciples before focusing his gaze on Qin Lang as he stepped through the secret entrance. He was curious what technique Qin Lang would come out with.

As soon as Qin Lang entered the secret passage, a wave of dizziness washed over him. The next moment, he found himself alone in a vast, pitch-black space. Qin Jian and Qin Yue, who had come with him, were nowhere to be seen. The entire area contained only him and countless flickering points of light darting about like fireflies.

“Whoosh!”

Qin Lang’s eyes and hands moved swiftly, capturing one light point that floated before him. Instantly, a flood of information entered his mind.

“Light Water Technique, high-level Yellow-grade, suitable for water-element spirit warriors.”

Each light point held a cultivation technique!

Qin Lang’s heart surged with astonishment.

Before him flew at least tens of thousands of light points—tens of thousands of cultivation techniques!

The profound heritage of the Wind and Cloud Sect was laid bare.

“Thunder Spirit Art, high-level Yellow-grade technique, suitable for thunder-element spirit warriors.”

“Beast Control Technique, low-level Mysterious-grade, suitable for beast spirit warriors.”

“Swift Wind Art, low-level Mysterious-grade, suitable for wind-element spirit warriors.”

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After catching several light points, Qin Lang mostly obtained high-level Yellow-grade and low-level Mysterious-grade techniques.

Not a single mid-level Mysterious-grade technique appeared.

Nonetheless, Qin Lang was not discouraged. Instead, a look of excitement crossed his face.

He noticed that the brighter the light point, the stronger the technique inside—and naturally, the faster it moved.

“Draconic Step!”

Qin Lang shouted sharply, surging with spiritual power as he dashed straight toward the brightest light point!