After thinking the news over and over, Qin Mu still didn't think it was a big problem. After all, those were things from ancient times and thousands of years ago. Although Wei Liaozi said that if a god broke the seal, he could still be born, even if the sky fell, there were tall people to help. He was just a small fry and couldn't care less.
Besides, whether he would even be born in his generation was uncertain, so he might as well live his life peacefully. What interested him most was the inheritance. Wei Liaozi said that in the past, the great battles were so fierce that the sky darkened and the sun and moon lost their light. Perhaps that was an exaggeration, but it did show that true masters did indeed have the ability to fly and escape into the earth.
Leaving aside distant examples, just consider the Heavenly Gift Scroll itself. Such an incredible thing can appear. Even if it doesn't grant immortality, living an extra hundred years or so would be good.
Guiguzi taught Su Qin, Zhang Yi, Sun Bin, Pang Juan, Mao Sui, Shang Yang, Wei Liao, and Xu Fu. Thinking that he too could learn these skills, Qin Mu couldn't help but feel excited.
Having regained his strength, Qin Mu got up and went to the stone table, forcefully patting the middle of the stone table pillar three times.
With a click-clack, the stone table turned, and then a stone door opened silently. Filled with excitement, Qin Mu stepped inside.
Inside the stone chamber was a stone platform with a fist-sized sphere in the center. Qin Mu felt a shiver run down his spine. His head had been throbbing earlier, leaving him with a lot of psychological trauma. Seeing anything round reminded him of that feeling.
On either side of the sphere are two boxes, one large and one small. Above the table is a portrait of an old man with an ancient and strange face. It is no surprise that he is Guiguzi, the founder of the School of Diplomacy and the strategist.
Before rushing to open the box, Qin Mu first respectfully bowed three times to the portrait, which was considered a formal apprenticeship. This was because Wei Liaozi had left a letter saying that he could not defeat Xu Fu, so he directly became a disciple of Guiguzi, which was also Guiguzi's dying arrangement.
"My late master, I, Qin Mu, hereby formally become your disciple. I will certainly carry forward the Ghost Valley School. As for the traitor Xu Fu, a thousand years have passed, and he is most likely no longer alive. If he has any descendants, I will deal with them according to the circumstances." Qin Mu offered a sincere prayer before rising.
He first opened the first wooden box, inside which were two crystal-clear booklets that looked like bamboo slips made of jade.
Qin Mu carefully picked it up and found that it really was like jade, with a warm and lustrous sheen, and when opened, it had the soft feel of bamboo slips.
Like jade, like fine skin, the information left by Wei Liaozi has already provided guidance. This is called a jade slip, a precious scripture for establishing a sect, revered and believed in by countless people. It is something far better and more powerful than the Heavenly Gift Scroll.
The treasure book contains the sect's scriptures, bearing the author's spiritual imprint. It needs to be viewed with divine sense. The author explains each word in detail, making it like a teacher, except that it cannot answer questions.
There was no rush to read the treasure book; learning wasn't something that could be done in a short time anyway. He carefully put the two scrolls in his arms and opened the second box. Inside was an ancient bronze book with the title "Wei Liao's Military Strategy" on the cover, clearly a work by Wei Liaozi.
Among precious scrolls and classic texts, there is another type called secret scrolls. These works are very specific, explaining a particular aspect of knowledge. If the author is extremely famous and respected or admired, they may become secret scrolls.
Secret scrolls are far more powerful than treasure scrolls, and in some aspects, they are even comparable to or superior to treasure manuals. It is said that the original version of Sun Tzu's Art of War was a secret scroll, which could not only summon thousands of troops but also set up great formations. It once killed 100,000 beastmen by itself.
The grand formations of military strategists are far superior to the puppet-like corpse wolves found in secret realms; their power is immeasurably different.
This is Wei Liaozi's legacy, so of course we should put it away first. The main event is at the end: the sphere in the middle is the core of the secret realm, and it can only be collected using the Ghost Valley secret method.
Qin Mu took a deep breath to calm his mind, then placed his hands on the sphere, closed his eyes, and let his divine sense approach the sphere, beginning to contact it with a special kind of fluctuation.
While Qin Mu was collecting the core of the secret realm, Qin Yue and the others in the other stone chambers had already fainted. They were all unable to withstand the spiritual power of the beast race, and the beads automatically left before their sea of consciousness collapsed. According to Wei Liaozi's pre-set plan, if multiple people passed the test, they could share the inheritance or learn according to their own interests.
Although Qin Yue and the other three had fainted, they had still gained a lot. Their sea of consciousness space had been forcibly expanded, and once the space stabilized after a period of recuperation, their strength would naturally increase significantly.
Qin Yue and the others encountered trouble. They passed the thirty-six levels a day later than Qin Mu. They originally thought that they would not have a chance to pass the levels again this time, and just wanted to go as far as they could!
"Miss Ling, what does it say on this?" Qin Yue asked.
The veiled nun was none other than Ling Wushuang from Cihang Jingzhai, who raised her head to explain the inscription on the stone tablet.
"So that's how it is!" Qin Yue nodded.
"Young Prince, let's go in," said Lieyang of Chunyang Palace, dressed as a Taoist priest, somewhat excitedly.
"No need! My sister left a message, they've already gone in. There's not much point in us going in. We only have one day, and we don't know if that's enough. The main thing is that we have to be wary of the beastmen. We absolutely cannot let them in," Qin Yue said seriously.
"Young Prince is right. The matter of the orcs is of utmost importance." Although Lieyang was unwilling, he still agreed with Qin Yue's opinion, after all, the orcs were the greatest enemy.
As they were talking, two groups of people appeared in the main hall. Qin Yue looked closely and saw that one group was the orcs he had just mentioned, and the other five were humans. However, they were the group that had come uninvited. The Qin family had given them five spots, and he hadn't expected them to make it this far.
Upon seeing the orcs, they naturally became wary, and weapons were in hand.
"Gentlemen! Eliminate the orcs first! Kill!" Qin Yue shouted to another group of people, and at the same time, he brandished his bronze sword and attacked.
"We have no intention of interfering in your fight. Do as you please." The leader of the five, a young man in a blue robe, smiled faintly, then withdrew and moved away from both sides.
"You..." Qin Yue was shocked that these people, being human, would actually back down. His eyes widened in anger, and he was speechless with rage.
Fortunately, the four members of Lieyang did not falter; they brandished their weapons and charged forward.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!" A series of metallic clangs rang out as the two sides clashed.
"Stop!" The orc leader, a peerless weapon, suddenly waved his hand, emitting a burst of clear light that forced Qin Yue and his group of five back, followed by a delicate shout.
"Gold! Silver! Bronze! Iron! The four great wolf clans have all arrived!" Qin Yue did not immediately start killing, but looked at the orcs with a stern expression and said.
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