Chapter 84

Henshan Sect's soul power was indeed countless times stronger than that of Xishan. Although Buli did not obtain their techniques, he felt his soul power grow significantly overnight, at least equivalent to the growth he experienced over three months of self-exploration in Xishan.

So many years, so much time wasted. Buli sighed, and as soon as it was light, he washed up and set out with Dahuhei to the scripture hall to find a suitable soul technique.

For so many years without soul techniques or engravings, Buli's desire had reached its peak, and he was unwilling to wait even a moment longer.

Buli ignored the hostile gazes of the outer disciples. If he had to change because others looked at him unfavorably, how could he live?

Buli's inner strength was incomparably powerful, far surpassing these young people who could not control their tempers. Following what Han Yulan said yesterday, Buli easily found the scripture hall. Cai Xiaoxian was directionally challenged, but Buli was not. If both were directionally challenged, they would probably have gotten lost in the mountains long ago.

Henshan Sect's scripture hall was a three-story small tower, not very tall but extremely sturdy. Buli speculated that the stone tower was used to prevent water damage, and the predecessors who built Henshan Sect were indeed cautious.

The mountain rocks, about a meter thick, were carved with small objects similar to those in the main hall of Henshan Sect, faintly emitting soul power. The soul power here was deeper and heavier than in the main hall where Luo Qingquan was, making it seem more sophisticated and high-end.

Buli stood in front of the scripture hall for a few breaths, then calmed his mind and tidied up his animal skin clothes. Touching the stitches made by Cai Xiaoxian, he felt a slight warmth in his heart.

He gently knocked on the stone door of the scripture hall, but no one responded. Buli really couldn't understand these "high-tech" items on the Soul澜 Continent. In Xishan, a remote and backward place, it was still manageable, but coming to Henshan Sect, he found this world of soul power to be truly magical, even more so than his previous life. Buli had once thought about what it would be like if he went to the center of the distant Soul澜 Continent.

Thinking about it, he should still adapt to Henshan Sect for now. Would it really be like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden? Buli thought whimsically and laughed.

Carefully observing the stone door, Buli still couldn't tell what material it was made of. The texture of the stone door was fine, like touching a marble surface, but with some subtle patterns, not as smooth. Various patterns were carved on the stone door, some of which Buli recognized as fierce beasts from Xishan, while others were incomprehensible, even including scenes of sexual intercourse.

Tsk tsk, this should be directly sealed and then have the water meter read, Buli thought, chuckling. His fingers lightly traced one of the patterns, and the stone door suddenly emitted a faint soul power. The pattern began to "move," like ripples in water, gently undulating.

A small area in the center continuously rippled, and Buli could even see his reflection in the ripples. The stone had turned into water? Buli was a bit stunned; it was truly magical. Others turned stone into gold, but Henshan Sect turned stone into water.

However, the size of the ripple seemed to match the token given to him by Luo Qingquan. It was probably this, maybe, but trying wouldn't hurt... Buli was nervous. Neither Luo Qingquan nor Han Yulan had expected that there would be a young man in the Soul澜 Continent who couldn't even open a door with a key.

It was no wonder; Buli had lived in the deep mountains for ten years, mostly in a closed world, except for talking to Hu Wu. If it weren't for Buli's two lives... Buli only knew of two lives, but as a human, he would probably not even be able to enter the scripture hall by himself.

The token given to Buli by Luo Qingquan perfectly matched the ripple. As the black token fell, the ripple on the door shook, and a series of symbols appeared. Then, the token fell, and the stone door automatically turned.

Looking at it, it was truly "high-tech." Buli sighed, just holding the token could open this incredibly sturdy door. He wondered if the Soul澜 Continent had fingerprint systems or iris recognition systems. Lost in thought, Buli felt a cold wind blow out. Perhaps it had been too long since anyone had entered, and although the scripture hall was spotless, it had a cold and eerie atmosphere.

Buli wasn't afraid of ghosts. In his previous life, he often joked that if a male ghost came, he would fight him, and if a female ghost came, he would sleep with her. Living people were more terrifying; he would die too and become a ghost, so why be afraid?

He stepped inside. Since Luo Qingquan had given him the token, there probably wouldn't be any traps, ambushes, or hidden weapons in the scripture hall. Luo Qingquan's strength level was such that he could kill Buli in a minute, so there was no need for such elaborate schemes.

He had always thought that only Shaolin Temple had a scripture hall, and he wondered what the differences were between Henshan Sect's and Shaolin Temple's, and whether there were any monks who swept the floor.

Looking around, there were bookshelves taller than a person, with various items on them, such as mirage shells, animal skin scrolls, bamboo books, and paper books, all dazzling. The time span seemed quite large, and Buli knew he was a bit nervous, which led to his whimsical thoughts.

Without hesitation, he found the stairs and headed straight for the second floor. Since he had chosen to trust Han Yulan, he wouldn't doubt whether she would seek revenge over the wasteland incident. He believed he had a good eye for people, and as a man, once a decision was made, it should not waver. It would only confuse the mind.

He stepped onto the stone stairs, which had only twenty-three steps. The door above was even more somber and heavy. Buli repeated the process, and the stone door opened, leading him to the second floor.

The bookshelves on the second floor were fewer, and the items on them were also less numerous, about a hundred or so. Some scrolls emitted a faint soul power, indicating they were stronger than those on the first floor. If the first floor was for beginners, this floor was already quite advanced.

Buli glanced around, found the stairs, and walked straight to the third floor. His goal was the third floor.

The smooth process made Buli almost disbelieve. Dahuhei followed closely behind, the cold and eerie atmosphere of the scripture hall making him somewhat fearful. In a new environment, Dahuhei was always more cautious than Buli. He wanted to smoke to calm his nerves, but knowing Buli wouldn't let him smoke here, he swallowed hard. If he set the Henshan Sect scripture hall on fire, he and Buli would be on the run, and Henshan Sect would pursue them to the ends of the earth.

Compared to smoking, his life was more important.

As he walked up to the third floor, a large arched ceiling was dotted with sparkling stars. Each star was a soul stone, making the entire third floor of the scripture hall dreamlike. Buli didn't know the value of soul stones and treated them as lighting. Clearly, few people had set foot here, yet it was so luxurious. Luo Qingquan was truly a spendthrift. Buli silently criticized Luo Qingquan, but his mind gradually focused.

Three bookshelves, a dozen or so books. Buli walked briskly to the nearest bookshelf, with Dahuhei closely following, like his shadow. The cold air was heavier here, and Dahuhei was clearly afraid, feeling better only when he stayed close to Buli.

He picked up the first book, a paper book with slightly yellowed pages. The cover read "Heaven and Earth's Profound Yellow Technique." Buli's expression was neutral as he opened the book and read carefully. The characters were simple, and he recognized them, but together, he didn't understand what the book was saying. It seemed to be quite profound for him.

Without making a judgment, Buli picked up the next book.

It was an animal skin scroll, and he could only recognize about seventy percent of the characters. This didn't worry Buli; even if he didn't recognize them, Hu Wu would. That old man was cunning and wise, possibly a transformed ghost, and likely from the same clan as the fox in his "dream." The fox that Zhang Xitong used as an engraving... but Hu Wu was too dirty. In Buli's mind, all foxes were white, with a thousand years of sorrow, devoted to one person, and a tragic love story.

But no matter what, Hu Wu didn't seem to fit.

Putting down the animal skin, Buli picked up the third book. Flipping through book after book, Buli was at a loss. His foundation in soul techniques was based on those three pages, which were at a primary school level. Suddenly seeing middle school supplementary books, how could he know which one was better? He wanted to wake the powerful being in his "dream" to ask, but he didn't know how to start. That... sir, seemed to sleep and wake according to his own will, completely ignoring Buli's thoughts and opinions.

Flipping through book after book, Buli's heart grew colder, from his head to his buttocks (Jingguan's words). What the hell were these rotten things, and how was he supposed to choose? Buli was angry, but more so, he felt helpless.

It was like a primary school student entering a university classroom, either unsuitable or incomprehensible, truly frustrating.

He picked up the last book, a "bamboo scroll" made from an unknown type of wood. Buli didn't know what it was, so he could only describe it based on his memory.

It was heavy and slightly cool to the touch, with a faint soul power that didn't spread far, only circling within the book.

Buli's heart stirred, and he opened the bamboo scroll carefully.

Before this, Buli was just annoyed, but when he opened the bamboo scroll, he was so shocked that all his hair stood on end.