Chapter 22 Obtaining a Powerful Inheritance

The golden fragments of the illusion were as fine as fresh snow, blowing on Jian Shiyuan's face.

He watched his younger self slowly put down the teacup, turned his head, and a smile that matched his own appeared on his lips. They stared at each other.

The young man Jian Shiyuan's gaze was fixed behind him, looking through him into the distance.

And Jian Shiyuan looked at his former self.

There is an unclear and bewitching voice in my ears——

[Why don’t you go to Shangcang Sect? Aren’t you going to become a disciple again?]

Jian Shiyuan smiled brightly. He said, "This is a scam. Why would I fall for it?"

The Shangcang Sect disciple's words and actions carried a pompous air of cannon fodder. Having experienced the brutal Ping'an Town, Jian Shiyuan had a clear understanding of the world of immortal cultivation.

He knew what kind of sect could cultivate such "dramatic" and "stereotyped" disciples.

You say he is bad?

He is pathetically stupid.

He revealed his affiliation and used the power of his sect to bully ordinary people, just for a seat?

A mortal harbors resentment, and the two of them are connected by cause and effect. Instead of eradicating the hatred, he becomes complacent?

You say he's not bad?

He even wanted to grab a seat, which shows how domineering he is in daily life.

Before this incident, Shangcang Sect was the largest sect in Jian Shiyuan's mind and could be considered the leader of the righteous path. He had long heard of its great name.

But a glimpse today reveals details that are horrifying.

We can get a glimpse of this from the fact that the disciples of Shangcang Sect oppressed mortals.

First of all: Shangcang Sect has a crooked upper beam and crooked lower beams.

Otherwise, how could an ordinary disciple have the courage to use the sect's name to bully the weak and ruin the sect's reputation?

The biggest difference between the righteous sects and the evil sects is that they care about face. They care a lot about their reputation. But the strange thing is that Shangcang Sect does not care about its reputation at all and allows its disciples to have a bad reputation.

The young man in white robes bullied mortals, and many people passed by him, but he was not surprised.

It can be seen that this is the usual behavior of the disciples of Shangcang Sect.

There are two explanations: first, the top structure of the ruling group is rotten and unable to discipline the disciples; second, they don't care about their reputation at all.

Explanation one is naturally invalid. The Holy Son of Shangcang Sect is famous, and Jian Shiyuan knew about this Holy Son when he was still a mortal.

He was decisive in killing, and no one inside or outside the Shangcang Sect dared to disobey his will. He was called the Holy Son, but in fact he was the leader of the sect.

Then there is only explanation two.

——It monopolizes the resources for cultivation. Apart from it, monks have nowhere else to turn to, so it has nothing to fear.

Unlike the Blue Star in the 21st century, the knowledge in the world of immortal cultivation is not circulated.

Most of the cultivation techniques are the secret cards of the family and the sect.

If a cultivator wants to learn a certain technique, he can only join a sect, and some profound and complex advanced techniques are only possessed by large sects.

Only a sect that is strong enough can attract monks to "bring their skills to join the sect". When these monks join the sect, they will hand over one or more skills they have learned as a token of their loyalty. This greatly enriches the sect's reserves of skills, making the large sects more powerful, and the gap between sects is also widening.

The Shangcang Sect is undoubtedly a behemoth, looking down on the world of immortal cultivation.

Such a huge interest system naturally has an internal competition process. Resources are limited, but the monks' greed for resources is endless. This creates a contradiction. According to the normal development of the group, the lower-level disciples must be oppressed and tremble in fear, while the top management class is unscrupulous.

To explain it another way, how could an ordinary disciple with no power, no influence and no money have the courage to flaunt himself outside under the name of the sect?

But the Shangcang Sect is different.

The Shangcang Sect disciple who drew his sword and forced the mortal to give up his seat was dressed in ordinary clothes, and the sword he carried was also made of ordinary iron. It was obvious that he had a low status in the sect and no one to rely on. How could such a low-level disciple with no background be so arrogant and domineering?

This doesn't make sense.

Jian Shiyuan is suspicious and wary of anything that is unreasonable.

The Shangcang Sect seemed to be deliberately nurturing useless disciples. Only if the sect was intentionally permissive could it cultivate such foolishness in its disciples.

Frivolous, stupid, and arrogant.

Jian Shiyuan couldn't help but think of an interesting story.

The Holy Son of Shangcang Sect has an extreme admiration for Kaiyuan Daojun and is very obsessed with him. He can be said to be Kaiyuan's loyal bootlicker.

This Holy Son was so perverted that he would not allow any disciple or elder of Shangcang Sect to innovate their techniques, and he would not even allow them to perfect their formations.

The disciples of Shangcang Sect must follow the old path of Kaiyuan Daojun and copy everything that Kaiyuan left behind.

No innovation, no improvement, no subversion allowed.

Even the copycats are not as bad as this Holy Son.

There was once an elder of the Shangcang Sect who disobeyed his will and secretly improved the wealth-attracting formation left by Kaiyuan. He was whipped hundreds of times by the Holy Son and thrown into the Xuanbing Prison to be punished.

This is obviously not common sense.

Since the fall of Kaiyuan Sect, Shangcang Sect has stood proudly in the world of immortal cultivation and has always been the leader.

As the leader of a top sect, he can worship Kaiyuan, but he will never be obsessed with him to the point of madness.

To put it simply, would Ding Sanshi from the pig factory go crazy and lick the hemp vines of the penguin? Would he even bring the entire group along with him? Would employees be punished if they didn't lick well?

This is outrageous!

Jian Shiyuan thought of another thing. Since the demise of Kaiyuan Sect and the rise of Shangcang Sect, there have been no more legends in this world.

During the time when Kaiyuan Sect existed, heroes emerged in large numbers, whether it was the Crazy Emperor Gu Zhongchun, Madam Fen Yun Yeting, or Yan Chunjun Yan Xueming, they were all first-class outstanding people. But with the demise of Kaiyuan Sect, the world fell into silence.

It’s funny to say that the storytellers in teahouses and restaurants still focus on people from the Kaiyuan era.

It is possible that "one generation is worse than the next", but it is impossible for a generation to last for thousands of years without producing a single outstanding person.

The odds are very wrong.

When a leaf falls, people can feel the autumn.

And Jian Shiyuan was able to gradually analyze and infer a terrible conclusion from this subtle and unnoticeable detail.

——Shangcang Sect relied on the advantages of its sect to absorb cultivators from all over the world, and then made all the cultivators with extraordinary talents useless.

This is a complete chain.

Shangcang Sect has a high starting point and possesses a vast number of techniques. If cultivators want to go further and acquire advanced techniques, they can only become disciples of Shangcang Sect.

The Holy Son of Shangcang Sect hated innovation among monks so much that he forced them to follow the path of the elders and copy the Kaiyuan relics.

Innovation is always difficult, but it is easy to follow the old path. Those monks with good talents are greedy for comfort and obey the Son of God. Slowly, all their inspiration and sharpness are worn away.

You must know that heroes need to be crowned with blood and tears. Without hardships, setbacks, and using your brain, how can you become a hero?

Just from one action of the white-robed monk, Jian Shiyuan deduced so much information.

The world is so vast, who can compare to it?

The voice in my ear did not expect that Jian Shiyuan would be so intelligent and wise.

It was silent at first, and then burst into laughter.

[Congratulations, you have passed my test, and what is left is yours.]

It can be heard that it is very satisfied with Jian Shiyuan.

Jian Shiyuan would not question himself. He had a firm heart for Taoism, was kind but not pedantic, decisive in killing, and extremely intelligent. Most importantly, he hated the world.

It leaned close to Jian Shiyuan's ear and angrily instigated:

[All your misfortunes are arranged by God. We exist only to please Him. If you want to break free from fate, you must——]

The illusion completely collapsed, and Jian Shiyuan didn't have time to hear its last words.

He found himself standing in a white stone mausoleum. A chilling wind blew from the empty stone chamber, penetrating his skin.

Jian Shiyuan stood quietly, his mind beeping.

The system's voice suddenly appeared, "Master, I couldn't contact you just now. Is something wrong?"

Jian Shiyuan thought thoughtfully, "How long have I been gone?"

System: 'A quarter of an hour.'

Jian Shiyuan remained silent. He pondered for a moment and then smiled harmlessly.

The owner of this illusion is more powerful than he imagined. The system is already a divine weapon, but it was actually extracted. You must know that the system resides in his consciousness and can be said to be integrated with him, but the owner of this illusion can remove the system.

He looked around and saw a passage not far away. Countless frost patterns were carved on the walls along the way. From the corners to the top of the wall, there were frost flowers with different patterns.

Such a gorgeous pattern should be decorated in a more splendid building, but this mausoleum is empty and simple. Jian Shiyuan did not find any traps along the way. It seems that as long as he passes the [Self-Questioning] trial, there is no need for further tests.

Jian Shiyuan walked forward for a while and finally reached the end of the passage. An open hall appeared in front of him.

This hall is a hundred feet high, but has no special decoration. It has white pillars and gray walls, and a pile of boxes in the corner. Jian Shiyuan opened a box at random to take a look. It was full of spirit stones. He opened other boxes and found some spiritual materials and magical tools.

The gold melting furnace, medicine pounding stick, and water drawer all seem to be tools for making tools.

He walked in and saw a ball of light suspended in the center. After who knows how many years, it still emitted a soft light, like a full moon, hanging quietly in the sky.

Jian Shiyuan tried to contact it with his spiritual power, and the light ball directly conveyed a message.

[Inheritance of Instrument Making]

Jian Shiyuan lowered his eyes and didn't immediately accept the inheritance. It all seemed so effortless, it felt unreal. He carefully examined the light ball.

Once, twice, several times.

Finally, he found a small blood-colored dot in the inheritance. Jian Shiyuan quickly withdrew his hand and cut off the spiritual power.

But it's too late!

The cultivator who laid down the inheritance had a cultivation level far exceeding Jian Shiyuan's, and was a truly powerful being.

The small bloody dot was like a shark smelling blood, and it suddenly rushed into Jian Shiyuan's body. Jian Shiyuan wanted to stop it, but was suppressed by his realm.

Great Monk!!!

There are only a handful of accomplished cultivators in this world of immortal cultivation, and Jian Shiyuan has never heard of anyone dying in the Icefield State. What is going on?

Before he could think, a blood oath weighed heavily on his soul, directly branding Jian Shiyuan as a servant.

Jian Shiyuan was shocked!

And the inheritance of weapon making also suddenly penetrated into his body. For a moment, Jian Shiyuan felt a blessing in his mind and sensed countless vast and magnificent Dharma images, which penetrated into his sea of ​​consciousness one after another, and were injected with unimaginable power.

This is the spiritual realization of a great instrument maker.

A huge amount of knowledge poured into his head, and Jian Shiyuan felt dizzy and unable to stand. He could only half-kneel with his sword in his hand.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his face turned pale, and his rosy lips lost their color. He felt his sea of ​​consciousness churning.

The inheritance is not false, it is the true inheritance of a great monk.

Jian Shiyuan endured the pain, feeling that the heaven and earth were turning in an instant, the universe was shifting, and countless invisible hands were caressing his head. It was a wonderful feeling he had never experienced before. The confusion Jian Shiyuan had felt on the path of cultivation naturally disappeared, and his heart of Taoism became more stable.

He felt a surge of spiritual energy within him. It was as if this inheritance disdained his low cultivation level and was forcibly raising it. However, his golden core had already melted, so he naturally couldn't absorb the energy. He simply channeled all the energy into the system.

The system is nourished by energy and cheers.

After injecting a lot of energy into the inheritance, he found that Jian Shiyuan's cultivation had not improved, so he increased his efforts.

After another cup of tea, it finally realized something was wrong and stopped inputting energy.

At this moment, Jian Shiyuan has also completely absorbed the inheritance of weapon making.

The ball of light was completely absorbed by him and disappeared.

Jian Shiyuan did not feel any joy at gaining the inheritance. He first used his spiritual power to explore and find the location corresponding to the blood oath.

The servant's brand will actively locate the master's direction. The monk who is branded with a blood oath cannot betray his master. If the master dies, the servant will also die, but the master will not be affected by the servant's death.

This is a completely unequal treaty.

Jian Shiyuan didn't expect that he would be branded like this. The one who laid the inheritance was a great cultivator. Even someone with the cultivation level of a Divine Transformation couldn't avoid the brand. It was impossible for Jian Shiyuan to dodge it.

He closed his eyes to sense the direction of his "master". There was a blood-red spot in his sea of ​​consciousness. He slowly put his consciousness into it.

Suddenly! He opened his eyes!

That "master" is actually himself? !