Chapter 115

Yu Ning gave He Pingsheng a black token.

On the token were written two characters: 【Grand Void】.

According to his Master, with this token, he could obtain any item in the sect for free, wherever he went.

As long as the sect possessed it.

This was a special privilege granted to He Pingsheng by the Grand Void Ancestor.

Of course, the condition was that he must win the contest.

At the very least, he couldn’t lose too badly.

He Pingsheng felt he could manage it—he wouldn’t lose too badly.

He could guarantee he would reach the tenth level within three years; even one year would be no problem.

At his previous cultivation pace, he could break through one level in about half a year.

The remaining time could be used to strengthen his other dantians, filling all five completely.

Five dantians against one—even if the opponent was a genius, could I still lose miserably?

Of course, in battle, it’s not just dantians that matter—it’s also spells.

Powerful spells can achieve twice the effect with half the effort.

The spells He Pingsheng currently cultivates are mostly defensive.

Such as the Golden Shield, Earth Armor Technique, Fire Shield Technique, and Ren Water Evasion Technique.

His offensive spells are only two: 【Fire Crow Spell】 and 【Yellow Turban Force】.

To be honest, the Yellow Turban Force produces a very striking effect when used; He Pingsheng feared it might draw suspicion, so he certainly wouldn’t use it lightly.

The only usable spell left was 【Fire Crow Spell】.

That was definitely not enough.

What to do?

He could only cultivate more.

Holding the black iron token, He Pingsheng teleported from Xiuzhu Peak to Yulong Peak.

As soon as he stepped out of the Yulong Peak teleport array, he saw before him a massive palace: the Grand Void Divine Palace.

Legend had it that this was where the Grand Void Ancestor secluded himself to cultivate.

He Pingsheng had never seen what the Ancestor looked like in his life, yet the Ancestor had effortlessly controlled his life and death.

It was, Budebushuo , a very strange feeling.

It left a sour taste in his heart.

But now, He Pingsheng dared not show any resentment—he took a deep breath, calmed his mind, then silently walked around the Grand Void Divine Palace toward the back mountain of Yulong Peak.

Behind Yulong Peak stood two great halls.

One was the Scripture Repository!

The other was the Treasure Repository.

He Pingsheng arrived at the entrance of the Scripture Repository.

“Old man has already received the divine decree, hehehe…” The guardian, still that Foundation Establishment elder, grinned at He Pingsheng: “Young disciple, name any scripture you need!”

“Free of charge!”

“If you want elemental cultivation techniques, we have them all!”

He Pingsheng bowed respectfully: “Thank you, Uncle… but I don’t need scriptures. I came to see if there are any spells or divine arts here suited to me—if I can learn even one or two tricks, it will boost my combat power!”

“Good, good, good…” The old man rose with a hunched back and said: “Follow me!”

Soon, the two arrived before a bookshelf.

The shelf was filled with countless books.

Most were physical volumes; a few were jade slips.

“Technically, Foundation Establishment disciples cultivate stronger spells!” The old man droned on: “If mastered, they bring many benefits. But Foundation Establishment spells require immense spiritual sense to support and ample magic power as a foundation!”

“So I advise you, young disciple, to stick with Qi Refining spells.”

“Here they are!”

“The Scripture Repository currently holds seventy-six Qi Refining spells!”

He Pingsheng nodded: “Thank you, Uncle.”

Qi Refining spells were enough—no need for anything too advanced.

Though He Pingsheng had five dantians and thick magic power, each dantian’s output wasn’t much stronger than that of a peer.

Cultivating Foundation Establishment spells would leave his magic power insufficient.

So suitability mattered most.

“This one… this one… this one… this one…”

“And this one!”

He Pingsheng reached out, taking each spell before him—about thirty books covering the five elements—and laid them on the table: “Uncle, I’ll borrow these. I’ll take them back to my quarters to study carefully and see which suits me best!”

“Once I find the right one, I’ll return the rest together!”

The gray-robed elder stared at He Pingsheng for two breaths, then said: “Young disciple, you’re going too far!”

He Pingsheng replied: “Uncle, I’m not refusing to return them. Fine—if you won’t lend them, I’ll leave. If I lose against the Ice Pole Sect later, don’t blame me!”

“Damn it…” The gray-robed elder shuddered and swore: “Young disciple—take them! Take them quickly!”

For heaven’s sake!

Old man wants to live a few more years—don’t you dare dump a shit pot on my head! So what if you take spells?

Not just thirty—take them all!

He Pingsheng carried the thirty-plus spell books back to his courtyard in a flash.

Next came the process of filtering them.

To find one suited to him.

Why not filter them inside the Scripture Repository? Because He Pingsheng intended to enhance spells.

For example, if he picked up 【Fire Bullet Spell】 and enhanced it into 【Fire Dragon Spell】—

If someone noticed and checked records later, they’d see: “You took Fire Bullet Spell—how did you end up with Fire Dragon Spell?”

It would inevitably raise suspicion.

Like that insane nun, Feng Dao Gu.

But if I take twenty-plus, how do you know which one I learned?

Later, I’ll tell you I didn’t learn any—I learned it myself.

What can you do?

That’s how it’ll be done.

He Pingsheng flipped through each book one by one.

Finally, he selected a wood-element spell: Poison Vine Spell.

Seeing the name, He Pingsheng’s eyes narrowed slightly: Perfect.

Poison!

My whole body is poison—I’ve been wondering how to use it.

Now a poison-infused spell is ideal.

He read the full text, then copied it decisively.

He secretly slipped the copied 【Poison Vine Spell】 under his quilt, placing it inside the Treasure Basin beneath the bedding.

After one night, the Poison Vine Spell became two copies.

He Pingsheng randomly pulled out one.

Name: Sacred Wood Poison Dragon Art

Rank: Heaven Grade.

Effect: When activated with wood-element magic power, thorned vines erupt from the ground to attack enemies.

He Pingsheng’s heart leapt with joy as he read through the summary and main text.

The content wasn’t long!

“This one!” After reading, He Pingsheng decided to cultivate the Sacred Wood Poison Dragon Art.

The other copy was also a wood-element spell.

But it had nothing to do with poison—it was a healing wood-element spell.

Name: Sacred Wood Revival Art.

Though also Heaven Grade, He Pingsheng had no intention of cultivating it.

More isn’t better—focus on mastery.

First, cultivate the Sacred Wood Poison Dragon Art.