Chapter 367

As for the souls of those evil demons and monsters, she could refine them and use them as the foundation for the Ten Thousand Ghost Records.

For these guys who bring disaster to the world, just dying is too easy for them.

She would have to control them forever to help her fight.

It could be considered making use of waste.

Presumably, the past Hall Masters of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor wouldn't say anything if they knew, and her grandfather might even praise her for clearly distinguishing good from evil.

Thinking this way, Hu Tao felt much more at ease.

She even started skipping as she walked.

In her heart, she had already begun to plan for her future self, just like that Sect Master of Little Fengdu.

Possessing the evil souls of an entire realm, with three thousand ghost generals, eight hundred ghost kings, and ten directions of ghost emperors under her command.

Starting a battle, the Ghost Domain descends, and infinite evil ghosts howl as a hundred ghosts walk at night.

Bringing a bunch of underlings to fight sounds incredibly impressive!

"Hmph! Once this Hall Master gets the ten directions of ghost emperors, I'll slap Zhongli away with my left hand and punch Morax over with my right, just for you guys tricking this Hall Master!"

"Eating my food and using my things, and hiding the good news of cultivating immortality from this Hall Master! You hateful guys!"

"If it weren't for being in Shushan, this Hall Master would definitely use the Staff of Homa to pierce you through!"

Hu Tao waved her little fists, grumbling indignantly, and picked a direction to continue touring the Scripture Pavilion.

Jiang Yan, who was observing, took all of this into his eyes.

He couldn't help but let out a long, leisurely sigh.

Now it's done.

The last missing piece of Shushan has been filled.

Diluc the Buddhist cultivator, Lisa and Tartaglia the demonic cultivators, Miko the demon cultivator, Hu Tao the ghost cultivator...

Counting Xingqiu and Chongyun, who can barely be considered dual cultivators.

Shushan is truly blessed to have recruited these eccentric disciples.

The dignified Shushan Sword Sect, in the end, became famous because of these crooked paths.

If the ancestors knew, they would probably be angered back to life.

Thinking this, Jiang Yan hurriedly took another look at Keqing and Lumine to cleanse his eyes.

At least these two were still devoted to the sword.

One with a sword body, the other with a Glazed Sword Heart.

The future reputation of the Shushan Sword Sect will have to rely on them.

At the moment, the inner disciples have basically finished choosing their techniques; the only ones left are Furina and Clorinde, who are still searching.

Jiang Yan couldn't help but feel a bit puzzled.

Logically speaking, most disciples' resonance with their compatible techniques appeared very quickly.

And they wouldn't walk this deep.

But Furina and Clorinde were determined to walk through the entire first floor.

Come to think of it, Jiang Yan himself hadn't even seen the deepest part of the first floor.

Suddenly, Jiang Yan frowned slightly and raised the perspective of his divine sense.

Only then did he notice that all the inner disciples were rushing toward the direction of Furina and the others.

A coincidence?

Or...

Jiang Yan braced himself slightly and focused his attention on the Scripture Pavilion.

Outside the door, a figure walked into the main hall, and Zhongli, in his cloud-ink robe, walked gracefully to Jiang Yan.

"Sect Master, I have..."

Before he could finish, Jiang Yan raised his hand slightly to interrupt Zhongli.

"Wait a moment, there is a situation in the Scripture Pavilion."

"A situation?"

Zhongli immediately became solemn; the Scripture Pavilion was the most important area of Shushan.

There could not be the slightest negligence.

He immediately replied:

"Do you need me to go there?"

Jiang Yan was silent for a moment, his face showing a mix of realization and gratification.

"No need... it is the disciple's predestined fate..."

"This time, Furina has found something incredible, but... is this technique really suitable for her?"

Jiang Yan seemed to be talking to himself, signaling Zhongli to sit down.

"Sit down first; whatever it is, we'll talk about it when they come over later."

Zhongli wasn't in a hurry, nodded, sat beside Jiang Yan, and spread his divine sense toward the Scripture Pavilion.

But his cultivation was limited, and he couldn't peer into the situation inside the Scripture Pavilion after all.

He could only close his eyes and meditate for the time being.

Inside the Scripture Pavilion.

Furina and the others finally arrived at the place where their hearts throbbed the most.

At the same time, Hu Tao and the others also successfully arrived here.

"In the future, think more and look more regarding Fierce Beast Martial Dao, and perfect it as soon as possible."

Just as she wanted to say hello, she suddenly noticed a wonderful scene not far away.

It was a high platform made of white jade.

No one had ever seen this thing in the entire Scripture Pavilion.

On the platform, a golden jade slip looked down on the world like an emperor.

Countless jade slips danced around it as if on a pilgrimage.

That unique golden jade slip could be confirmed at a glance to be the strongest technique on the first floor of the entire Scripture Pavilion.

Immediately, even those who already had their own techniques felt their gazes burn with heat.

Hu Tao looked at the Ten Thousand Ghost Records in her hand.

That unruly jade slip now also showed some signs of submission.

Suddenly, Hu Tao felt that the Ten Thousand Ghost Records wasn't as appealing anymore.

219. Furina, Heavenly Son's God-Sealing Art! From today on, be the King of Fontaine!

"What is this thing?"

Alhaitham didn't act rashly; everything in the Scripture Pavilion was a mysterious and profound wonder of immortal cultivation.

In this place, one cannot act recklessly, otherwise, it is easy for accidents to happen.

The blessings of the Shushan ancestors on the Scripture Pavilion were very strict.

Just a moment ago, he was almost beaten into a pulp by a pile of jade slips.

"I don't know."

Tartaglia, on the side, was eager to try.

"But I know this thing must be very strong! Strong beyond everything!"

Alhaitham glanced at him and said softly:

"Do you want to try?"

Tartaglia pursed his lips, wanting to nod, but suddenly sensed the resistance of the Anti-Blood Demon Blade in his chest.

After a long while, he gave a wry smile and said:

"Forget it, if I hadn't found my technique, I might have tried, but..."

"My intuition tells me I can't touch it, otherwise it will all be in vain, and this thing didn't give me that feeling of spiritual enlightenment."

Hearing him say this, Baiwen and the others looked at him with a bit more respect.

They had always thought Tartaglia was a battle maniac who extremely craved power.

Now it seems that's not entirely the case.

At the very least, he has some self-control.