Chapter 10

"There are so many magical techniques, but unfortunately, they are all incomplete or ordinary spells."

Zhu Ganglie carefully observed each bamboo slip, searching for the Gourd Sword Technique, not daring to make any large movements. He secretly thought that there must be an elder in charge of this library, and although these elders might not have cultivated magical power, they controlled many restrictions in the library. If he were discovered and the restrictions were activated, he would become a fish in a jar.

However, after searching for a long time, he did not find the Gourd Sword Technique. He only saw some ordinary spells and incomplete scrolls.

These spells could be activated with spiritual energy alone, without the need for magical power. Many of them were just to fool timid mortals.

For example, there was a scroll called "Paper Puppet Soldier." This spell was completely recorded but simple. As long as one had spiritual energy, they could draw a simple talisman on white paper, cut it into a shape, and throw it out to transform it into ghosts, fierce spirits, or door gods. These paper figures were as thin as paper and could slip through door cracks to harm people.

They looked mysterious, but the strength of these paper figures was only slightly greater than that of ordinary people. If the opponent was timid, they would be frightened and left to be slaughtered. If the opponent was brave, they could kick them apart easily, making them nothing more than a silver-tipped spear.

Even so, this spell was still considered complete. Many other spells were either incomplete talismans or just incantations, making them impossible to practice and unable to unleash their power.

After flipping through six or seven scrolls, Zhu Ganglie still found nothing, and he did not lose heart. In this world of gods and demons, where demons and monsters were everywhere and immortals and buddhas roamed, relying on these spells for self-defense would be a sure death.

After carefully browsing for a while, he found that the simple spells were easy to grasp, but there was no trace of the Gourd Sword Technique. This made Zhu Ganglie think, "Since the Gourd Sword Technique is the sect's main technique, it might be kept by the sect leader or stored elsewhere. It seems this trip will be in vain!"

Zhu Ganglie's eyes inadvertently caught a dark brown piece of cowhide paper in the corner, and he curiously flipped through it.

"The Supreme Orthodox Right Spirit Summoning Talisman? What kind of spell is this?"

Most of the books in the library were made of jade, stone, or bamboo, with very few paper scrolls. The discovery of this cowhide paper piqued Zhu Ganglie's interest.

He gently picked it up, and his heart tightened. The paper was not ordinary but made of a special material, similar to animal skin, which made Zhu Ganglie's eyes brighten.

However, after picking it up, he felt a bit disappointed.

The spell recorded on the black talisman paper was exquisite, using one's spiritual energy to draw a talisman to summon ghosts for protection, combat, and information gathering.

The most mysterious part was finding powerful ghosts and cultivating them into divine spirits. If the right talisman material was found and properly refined, the divine spirit's strength could surpass the spellcaster.

In battle, the divine spirit could be activated with magical power to fight, or the spellcaster could merge with the talisman to transform into a divine spirit, unleashing tremendous power.

However, this spell was also incomplete, only reaching the manifestation stage.

If one were to practice it, they would need to find an excellent heavenly treasure, refine it into a talisman, and capture a powerful ghost, sealing its soul into the talisman to refine it as a magical tool.

But if one had the time, it would be more enjoyable to refine a magical tool, so this spell became a useless item, abandoned and ignored.

However, seeing the unique talisman paper, Zhu Ganglie examined it for a while and then stored it in the Yuan Yang Ruler.

After carefully browsing through all the books in the library, Zhu Ganglie had to sigh and prepare to leave.

"Huh!"

When he instinctively looked up, Zhu Ganglie noticed that the night pearls at the top of the library shone like stars in the sky, beautiful and dazzling.

This scene seemed like a strange magical array, and he immediately sent a spiritual energy drill into the stars.

When the spiritual energy entered the stars formed by the night pearls, he felt a moment of dizziness, as if he were truly in the stars.

As the spiritual energy flowed, strange spells flowed into it and transmitted to his soul.

"The second level of the Gourd Sword Technique!"

Feeling the spell in his mind, Zhu Ganglie was overjoyed. He had already obtained the first level, which involved absorbing the essence of heaven and earth to condense spiritual energy.

The second level of the Gourd Sword Technique could absorb the essence of metals, condensing spiritual energy into magical power, a spell for the manifestation stage.

With this spell, he could begin to cultivate the Gourd Sword Technique's magical power.

Unfortunately, he did not obtain the third level, but even if he had, Zhu Ganglie would not dare to practice it recklessly, as many key points required guidance. One mistake could ruin the path to immortality.

After obtaining the second level of the Gourd Sword Technique, Zhu Ganglie did not stay and quietly left the library, returning to the training ground.

"His Majesty will hold a blessing ceremony in the capital, inviting cultivators from both the Buddhist and Taoist sects. I have been ordered by His Majesty to invite the True Yang Sect and the Great Yin Sect to the capital city of Longyan, where His Majesty will confer the title of immortal official."

When Zhu Ganglie came out, he saw an old man in a green brocade robe and a black crown standing on the dueling platform.

Zhu Ganglie was not surprised by this scene. The True Yang Sect and the Great Yin Sect had not severed ties with the secular world.

Often, they would be connected to the secular world, as the heavenly treasures needed for cultivation and daily necessities had to rely on mortals.

The imperial palace of the Qingyun Kingdom had cultivated many cultivators, even those of heterodox paths. With the power they wielded in the secular world, the True Yang Sect and the Great Yin Sect would not dare to show any disrespect.

Hearing this, many disciples began to discuss and were eager to participate.

After all, these cultivators could not even reach the Golden Core stage, let alone the distant path to immortality. So once they achieved some cultivation, they often pursued secular wealth and honor.

"Qingyun Zhenren, the young man who has been guarding the ancestral hall should also be brought along."

As the provincial governor of Chilong descended from the platform, he walked to Qingyun Zhenren and whispered something. Qingyun Zhenren nodded slightly, showing a thoughtful expression, and instructed someone to go to the ancestral hall.

At this moment, Zhu Ganglie did not know that he had been arranged by the sect leader to go to Longyan City. He was still preparing to slip away and head to the Tai Bai Sword Sect.

Even if he knew, he probably wouldn't care about these matters, as joining a prestigious sect and cultivating the path to immortality was the most important thing.

Leaving the library, Zhu Ganglie also dispelled his invisibility technique, pretending to be a miscellaneous servant, heading toward the mountain gate.

"Why aren't you in the ancestral hall? How did you end up here? Just in time, the sect leader wants to see me. Come with me, and I won't have to make another trip."

A voice came from behind, making Zhu Ganglie's expression slightly stunned. He turned around and saw the head of the miscellaneous servants, feeling troubled: "Find me? I'm just a small servant, why would the sect leader summon me? Could it be that I was discovered for secretly learning cultivation techniques? I can't run now; the sect leader is a Qi Condensation realm cultivator. Running away would only cause more trouble. I have to take a chance."

The head of the miscellaneous servants did not know that Zhu Ganglie had so many thoughts in such a short time.

"Head, do you know why the sect leader wants to see me?"

Zhu Ganglie smiled and asked.

"I'm not quite sure, but it seems that the Qingyun Kingdom's ruler is holding some kind of blessing ceremony and wants the sect to send disciples. The provincial governor of Chilong seems to have you in mind. Your luck has come."

The head of the miscellaneous servants, being shrewd and smooth, did not offend Zhu Ganglie and explained with a smile.

This made Zhu Ganglie's tense heart relax. If he was going to the Qingyun Kingdom, he could go together and leave the mountain with a legitimate reason.

When he arrived at the hall, Zhu Ganglie saw that the eight elite disciples of the sect were also present, and they looked at him, dressed in tattered servant clothes, with strange expressions.

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