Gods, or rather the divine race, are completely different from the gods and spirits of the human race. However, few people probably know about the divine race anymore, as Qin Mu could tell from the fact that even Qin Qiong was unaware of this.
"Father, I want to leave the legacy of Wei Liao's military strategy to the Qin family. What do you think?" Putting aside the questions about the gods, Qin Mu asked instead.
Qin Qiong gave him an approving look and replied, "Your decision is right. Although the Qin family didn't ask, they know that you have a very high chance of obtaining the inheritance. If you don't hand it over, the Qin family won't make things difficult for you with your father here, but you will inevitably be branded as untrustworthy and selfish."
On the contrary, leaving the copy to the Qin family wouldn't result in any loss for you; in fact, it would create a significant debt of gratitude between them. As for military strategy, this secret scroll is currently more valuable to you than that.
"Yes, I understand." Qin Mu understood his father's meaning. Given Qin Mu's situation, he didn't know when he would be able to lead troops, and besides, he didn't have any soldiers to train with. He certainly had a few dozen household guards, but wasn't that just child's play?
On the contrary, the scroll itself can be used now, and with Qin Mu's current mental strength, the scroll will be quite powerful.
The Confucian version is a Heaven-given scroll, similar to a talisman, except that talismans are disposable while scrolls can be used repeatedly. Secret scrolls are also different, with greater power and fewer restrictions on their use. One of the conditions for their power depends on the user's mental strength. They are more like a machine; as long as there is power, they can be used.
Another condition is the user's understanding of the specific knowledge represented by the scroll. For example, if you let someone who knows nothing about military strategy use a scroll, the effect will definitely be greatly reduced.
"Whether to hand them over to the Qin family is up to you. Just mention it beforehand and tell them you need time to sort things out," Qin Qiong reminded them.
The saying "An elder in the family is a treasure" is indeed true. Qin Mu hadn't considered this at all. This wasn't about manipulating the Qin family, but rather about making them wait a while, so that their anxiety would fuel their anticipation. This is why the secrets of the law are not easily passed on; if something is too easily obtained, it is not cherished or valued as much.
The heart that cannot have is always restless, or to put it more bluntly, someone else's wife is always better.
"Yes! I understand." Looking at Qin Qiong with admiration, Qin Mu nodded.
Qin Qiong was very pleased with his son's admiring gaze and said with a smile, "You've gained quite a lot, you probably haven't had time to sort it out yet. Tell your father after you've taken stock."
"OK."
After Qin Qiong finished speaking, he left. Qin Mu then began to tally up his spoils. Fortunately, because he had taken the Heavenly Mystery Tower, the items from the secret realm were automatically stored together, so it wasn't troublesome. When he was introducing the Heavenly Mystery Tower to Qin Qiong earlier, it was placed on the table. Although Qin Qiong was envious, he certainly wouldn't ask for his son's treasure.
He picked up the Heavenly Mystery Tower and used his divine sense to examine it. He was immediately stunned. If it weren't for the fact that it was his divine sense that entered, he probably would have been drooling with envy.
The Heavenly Mystery Tower has five levels, each smaller than the last. The smallest, top level, was Guiguzi's former residence, where he secluded himself for cultivation and stargazing. Now, only a skeleton and two coffins remain. Qin Mu knew that this was Wei Liaozi, who, dragging his wounded body, finished setting up the secret realm and then passed away here.
Now that this was his senior brother, Qin Mu moved his divine sense and placed the skeleton inside the room. He hadn't felt anything while the skeleton was inside the tower, but once outside, it immediately exuded a sense of oppression, making it difficult for Qin Mu to breathe. He dared not delay and hurriedly took out the coffin he had prepared beforehand, placing the heavy, textured skeleton, resembling marble, inside.
"It's unbelievable. Just a skeleton makes my limbs go weak and my heart ache. I can't imagine how powerful my senior brother must have been in life." Qin Mu glanced at the coffin, his eyes wide, and thought to himself.
Qin Mu bowed respectfully three times, then solemnly said, "Junior Brother Qin Mu, now that I am a disciple of Guigu, I will surely inherit the legacy of Master and all my senior brothers and carry forward the glory of our sect."
A thousand years have passed since my senior brother established the secret realm. It seems your revenge is now impossible. Please forgive me, senior brother, and Master.
After the ceremony, Qin Mu put the coffin away again. Back then, Wei Liaozi didn't have time to arrange Guiguzi's affairs after his death, and he didn't even manage to lie down in the coffin himself; otherwise, simply preserving the body from decay wouldn't have been a problem.
After finishing his business, Qin Mu rested for a while before looking at the second floor. The second floor had eight rooms, the residences of the Ghost Valley disciples. Of course, only core disciples were qualified to live in the tower. All eight rooms showed signs of previous occupancy, with bamboo slips and other items piled up inside. Qin Mu knew these were things left behind by his former senior brothers—their personal belongings, books, and manuscripts. There were definitely many things worth learning, but he could only leave them for later exploration.
Go down to the third floor, and you'll find the former scripture pavilion, treasure pavilion, and quiet rooms for playing musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, and painting. The largest is the treasure pavilion, which occupies half the area, with the rest of the space surrounding it on the left and right.
Qin Mu was most interested in the Scripture Pavilion and the Treasure Pavilion. He looked at the Scripture Pavilion first! Inside, bamboo slips, animal hides, and tortoise shells were piled up on rows of shelves, totaling 12,367 items.
"Looks like I won't lack books to read from now on," Qin Mu thought to himself. Then, he withdrew his divine sense from the Scripture Pavilion.
The largest of these is the Treasure Pavilion, spanning 3,500 square meters. Various items are displayed separately in different areas. Among them are the Five Elements Pills that Qin Yue desperately wanted, the Bigu Pills she consumed in the secret realm, and 820 bottles of various other elixirs.
The most numerous items were boxes and chests, large and small, engraved with array patterns, numbering three thousand and occupying half of the treasure pavilion; there were also various stones, which Qin Mu knew were probably various ores, which also occupied a large area, piled up like small mountains; the imagined gold and silver jewelry, as well as various copper coins, were piled up like garbage in a corner, which looked to be more than ten square meters.
At the very back of the treasure pavilion, there was a row of sixty jade boxes, each one clearly containing valuable items, and their placement also reflected their importance.
This is what Qin Mu most anticipated, and it is also one of the most important legacies that Wei Liaozi left for the descendants of Guigu.
Both he and Guiguzi knew their days were numbered. Although they left behind their most precious scriptures and secret scrolls, as well as numerous books and materials, these were merely intellectual resources. To cultivate a successor as quickly and effectively as possible, they needed to lay a solid foundation for him.
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