Chapter 64

On the third floor of the Tianxing Pavilion, ancient bookshelves were neatly arranged in the spacious room, filled with various secret manuals of different types.

"Top-notch cultivation techniques and supreme human-level mystic arts are extremely rare in Tianyong City. Here, they are abundant, and you can freely choose what you want to cultivate." Qin Wentian sighed inwardly. This was the resource, the reason why disciples of major forces were outstanding, besides their own talents, was the vast resources.

Qin Wentian did not choose cultivation techniques but looked for the mystic arts he wanted.

"Mountain Falling Palm, Willow Leaf Body Technique, Sword Control Art."

When Qin Wentian saw the Sword Control Art, his eyes lit up, and he immediately called out, "Fatty, come over."

Fan Le walked over, and Qin Wentian handed him the Sword Control Art, saying, "You have the talent bestowed by your Star Soul, which is very suitable for controlling objects. This is a basic mystic art for controlling objects. Are you interested?"

"I'll take a look." Fan Le took the Sword Control Art, his eyes gleaming slightly.

Qin Wentian continued searching. He already had the Dragon Subduing Fist and the Thousand Hands Seal, making his offensive power extremely formidable, so he was less interested in powerful offensive mystic arts.

"Nine Heavens Kunpeng Art." Qin Wentian stopped in front of a mystic art, a hint of interest on his face. This supreme human-level mystic art on the third floor had such a majestic name?

"Nine Heavens Kunpeng Art, Wheel Pulse Scroll." Taking down this mystic art and flipping through it, Qin Wentian was immediately captivated, immersed in it, his eyes occasionally flashing with sharpness.

It turned out that this secret manual was only the first volume of the Nine Heavens Kunpeng Art, the introductory Wheel Pulse Scroll. Even just the Wheel Pulse Scroll was incredibly complex, requiring the consumption of demonic spirits and the extraction of demonic essences to refine the Kunpeng Seal.

Moreover, the Nine Heavens Kunpeng Art only indicated that this was the Wheel Pulse Scroll, without specifying how many volumes the entire mystic art had.

Qin Wentian took the secret manual to a desk where an old man, the guardian of the third floor, was sitting.

"Senior, does this Nine Heavens Kunpeng Art have a Yuan Mansion Scroll?" Qin Wentian pointed and asked.

The old man glanced at Qin Wentian and then smiled, "I advise you not to cultivate this mystic art. Although there is a Yuan Mansion Scroll, it is located on the sixth floor of the Tianxing Pavilion. By the time you can reach there, who knows when it will be. Moreover, this mystic art is extremely difficult to cultivate. Even to achieve mastery in the Wheel Pulse Scroll, you need to hunt many flying demonic beasts to refine the Kunpeng Seal."

"Besides, it is also very difficult to comprehend this mystic art."

Qin Wentian knew the old man's good intentions and smiled, "Is there a better body technique mystic art on the third floor of the Tianxing Pavilion?"

"If you can cultivate the Nine Heavens Kunpeng Art, the other mystic arts on this floor cannot compare." The old man shook his head, but the difficulty of cultivation was immense.

"Understood, thank you, Senior." Qin Wentian smiled and continued searching for mystic arts. He originally wanted to cultivate a mystic art suitable for his Dream Star Soul, but he couldn't find one on this floor. Such dream-related mystic arts were extremely rare, and without a matching mystic art, his Dream Star Soul could not maximize its potential.

Of course, even without a dream attribute mystic art, the Dream Star was still a star of the fifth heaven, and the star power it bestowed was still extremely formidable.

In the end, Qin Wentian only chose to borrow the Nine Heavens Kunpeng Art, while Fan Le borrowed another mystic art besides the Sword Control Art, and they left the Tianxing Pavilion.

On their way back, Qin Wentian and Fan Le were blocked.

Members of the Knight Alliance blocked their path. Seeing these faces, Fan Le's eyes turned cold. These people were the ones who had used long spears to stir inside him in the Illusion City. They were all elite strongmen of the Knight Alliance, the weakest of whom was stronger than Murong Feng, and they were all senior students.

Their expressions were cold, and a chilling aura spread. Many students from the Imperial Star Academy watched from a distance. On that day, Qin Wentian had gone berserk and killed Murong Feng of the Knight Alliance, even attacking the Knight Alliance's headquarters, which had greatly disgraced the Knight Alliance. Moreover, the academy had not even given a symbolic punishment, directly releasing Qin Wentian.

The Knight Alliance, of course, was furious. Besides, the members of the Knight Alliance were all exceptionally talented noble children who were used to stepping on others. Now, they had been stepped on, and this was no longer just a matter between Ou Chen and Qin Wentian, but a matter of the entire Knight Alliance's dignity.

"The old men of the academy actually really let you go." A young man standing in front of Qin Wentian smiled, but the smile on his face seemed cold when it fell on Qin Wentian.

"You're really not polite." Qin Wentian's lips curled slightly, revealing a sharp edge.

"Where is Ou Chen?" Qin Wentian asked coldly.

"Ou Chen?" The young man's eyes flickered. The proud Ou Chen had been placed under house arrest by his family because of Qin Wentian, not allowed to come out until he reached the ninth level of the Wheel Pulse Realm.

Qin Wentian, it was said, was the adopted son of the Qin Family in Tianyong City. He had once killed Ye Lang, and people in their circle had mocked Ye Lang. In their eyes, they looked down on the descendants of a fallen Martial King. Sometimes they even wondered why the current emperor and the Ye Family were so determined to wipe out a fallen Qin Family.

They had heard that the Qin Family was so poor that they didn't even have a few star meteorites.

But it was an adopted son from the Qin Family who, with extraordinary talent, stood in the Imperial Star Academy, killed Ou Chen's brother Ou Feng, and wiped out Murong Feng of the Knight Alliance. Even more amusingly, what they once thought was an ant they could crush at will had gained the favor of the Imperial Star Academy.

To kill him now, they had to consider the attitude of the Imperial Star Academy.

After all, they knew that the waters of the Imperial Star Academy were deep, and even the royal family dared not touch them, only striving to cultivate the Royal Academy, hoping to compete with the Imperial Star Academy.

"Ou Chen must be thinking about how to kill you right now." The young man's words made Qin Wentian's pupils constrict, and he then laughed coldly. What the other person said was very reasonable, and he was no different; he also wanted the other person's life.

"You killed a member of our Knight Alliance. Do you guess how we will deal with you?" The young man continued. Qin Wentian and Fan Le looked at the Knight Alliance members in front of them, their eyes like venomous snakes, scanning over them.

Qin Wentian and Fan Le felt the coldness and narrowed their eyes. Although they also thought about how to kill the other side, their current strength was still inferior to the other side.

"Too bad, the Imperial Star Academy doesn't allow killing. Otherwise, you would have died many times already." The young man took a step forward, and suddenly, a terrifying killing aura rushed at Qin Wentian and Fan Le.

At the same time, the Knight Alliance members stepped forward, and an overwhelming pressure seemed to suffocate Qin Wentian and Fan Le. They took a small step back, their faces not looking good.

"The capital is not Tianyong City. You will understand that even with some talent, you need to be low-key. Otherwise, you will die very quickly, and that pitiful talent will be useless." The young man took another step, and the ground made a rumbling sound. The pressure seemed like sharp spear tips, piercing Qin Wentian and Fan Le.

The threat in his words was naked and unhidden.

No matter how talented a person is, if they cannot grow, what use is it?

"Stop." At this moment, a reprimanding voice came from a distance. The Knight Alliance members turned their gazes and saw a graceful figure walking over.

"Senior Sister Mu Yu." The young man saw the person and smiled gently. The figure that appeared was a Yuan Mansion Realm student of the academy, also a guest elder, Su Muyu.

"Yan Yuhan, as a senior student, you are bullying a newcomer." Su Muyu said, somewhat displeased.

Yan Yuhan's smile remained gentle when he heard Su Muyu's reprimand, "This newcomer is quite arrogant. I just wanted to teach him a 'lesson.' But since Senior Sister has spoken, then..."

As he spoke, Yan Yuhan's body suddenly moved, and Qin Wentian instantly felt a dangerous aura. Yan Yuhan's finger stabbed forward like a sharp blade.

"You..." Su Muyu's expression changed when she saw this, wanting to stop but it was too late. Qin Wentian's expression trembled, and the power within his body surged out fiercely. The sea roared, and the Wheel Sea Seal was incredibly powerful, but Yan Yuhan's finger technique seemed to penetrate everything, shining with a brilliant light, breaking through the Wheel Sea Seal and directly striking Qin Wentian's palm.

After doing this, Yan Yuhan's body gracefully retreated, and Qin Wentian took several steps back. Lifting his hand, Qin Wentian saw blood flowing from his palm, his face growing colder.

"Hope you are always this lucky." Yan Yuhan glanced at Su Muyu beside Qin Wentian and then turned to leave with his group.

"Are you okay?" Su Muyu asked Qin Wentian.

"I'm fine, thank you, Senior Sister." Qin Wentian smiled at Su Muyu. Since he had decided to kill Murong Feng, he should have expected that his days would not be peaceful. However, he would never be afraid.

On the contrary, he looked forward to these challenges.

In recent days, Qin Wentian had deeply understood a truth: no matter who was behind him, he could never rely on anyone as much as himself. Only by becoming strong could he control his own destiny.