Chapter 65 - The Mysterious Old Man with White Hair

  Martial Temple of Wu Zong, as the most important place in Wu Zong, its secrecy is enough to make people ashamed. It's well-known that one of the cores of a school's development and inheritance is these martial arts skills collected by ancestors over countless years.

  On a quiet and secluded path, Lin Yuan was walking slowly towards the end of the path, probably no one would have thought that Wu Zong's Wujiquan Hall would be located in such a remote area.

  Lin Yuan's expression was somewhat complex, at the time of Wu Zong's test, he was assigned to the South Courtyard with a nine-fold boundary, while the other three were assigned to other courtyards. And it was precisely because of this that each courtyard avoided disputes, which also reflected that Wu Zong's inner world was not calm.

  Entering the Wuji Pavilion to select a secret recipe is a dream come true for countless Wu Zong disciples, although this wish is too unrealistic. In the Wuji Pavilion, even ordinary martial arts are considered advanced martial arts in the outside world, which is also the reason why many people go crazy.

  The Martial Temple of the Wu Sect has accumulated countless years to have such a vast collection of martial arts secrets, it is the greatest and most dazzling wealth of the Wu Sect. For any warrior, this place is simply their paradise, as long as they can choose a suitable martial art from it, it will be enough to make them take the lead in the fierce competition among schools.

  A good martial art can greatly enhance one's strength, for example, in a duel of the same level, the strength of those who use advanced martial arts is absolutely much stronger than those who use low-level martial arts, and it's easy to tell who is weak and who is strong at a glance.

  As she thought of this, Lin Yuan's face gradually relaxed and her footsteps seemed to quicken.

  At present, relying on Lin Yuan's martial skills, he is unable to bring out the astonishing combat power of this body, so he urgently needs some advanced martial skills.

  Lin Yuan took a deep breath, his mood somewhat heavy. He only had this one chance, and to be able to enter again, he must earn enough contribution points for the sect, so he must seize the opportunity and find the most suitable one for himself.

  Along the way, Lin Yuan met many outer disciples from various institutes. Except for the northern institute's disciples who mostly held some degree of hostility towards Lin Yuan, the majority of the other institutes' outer disciples warmly greeted Lin Yuan, who smiled and responded to each one.

  As for the hostility from the Northern Courtyard, Lin Yuan didn't think much of it. Although he was a person who disliked trouble, it didn't mean he was afraid of it. Lin Yuan smiled helplessly, perhaps after that one battle, there were few outer courtyard disciples who didn't recognize him. After all, as soon as he arrived, he had "made a name for himself" like that.

  There were even a few crazy female disciples who boldly rushed over to confess their love to Lin Yuan... It was clear that after the big comparison with Chen Ming, Lin Yuan's reputation and prestige among the named disciples had reached an unprecedented height, one that even he himself could not have imagined.

  Fortunately, the end of the small path was a wide bluestone road, otherwise, Lin Yuan's first visit here would have made it impossible to find that highly hidden Wugui Hall.

  Lin Yuan walked at a moderate pace along the bluestone path and after about an hour, he finally arrived at Wu Zong's Wujiquan Pavilion.

  "Wuzong, the legendary Wujiquan is here." Lin Yuan raised his head and observed carefully.

  This is a magnificent wooden building, with a small tower-like exterior, divided into three layers. From the outside, it looks like an ordinary building, and in Wuzong, it's not even noticeable, but those who know about it all know that this is one of the most important places in Wuzong.

  Looking from afar, there were only two people guarding the outside of the Wugui Pavilion. Lin Yuan felt that these two people's strength was not high, only in the mid-9th rank realm, and should be outer sect disciples who came to take turns on duty.

  For guarding the Martial Skills Pavilion, Wu Zong also has contribution value, just not much, but this is also a safe and stable job. In Wu Zong, some disciples who think they are weak often compete for the guardian work of the Martial Skills Pavilion.

  Although there were not many warriors outside, and their strength was not very strong, Lin Yuan did not dare to underestimate this forbidden place of the Martial Sect. When he first explored it, he could vaguely feel that in the highest level of the Martial Skills Pavilion, which was the third layer, the pressure belonging to the post-heavenly upper boundary was something he couldn't compare with. Even from such a far distance, he could feel the pressure and aura coming from the top floor.

  Loose outside and tight inside, Lin Yuan thought to himself that he understood that in the Wu Zong, as long as one made some inquiries, they would know that every important location of the Wu Zong had at least one inner sect elder guarding it, whose strength had reached the Xian Tian level. Ordinary people didn't dare to be reckless here, let alone the Wu Ji Ge, which was the most important place in the Wu Zong, and naturally there were many powerful guardians.

  Along the steps of the Wujiguan, Lin Yuan arrived at the entrance. The two guards saw Lin Yuan and asked him a few routine questions before simply recording his entry and letting him in. In a place like this, they wouldn't think anyone would dare to break in.

  As soon as Lin Yuan stepped into the pavilion, he was shocked by the scene in front of him and stood still with his mouth agape. In the entire first floor of the Martial Skills Pavilion, it was densely packed with places where martial skills manuals were placed, and there were three rows of them, all filled with martial skills.

  This is how good I am, just as Lin Yuan's mind had just risen to a wicked thought, he suddenly saw an old man with white hair standing quietly in the corner of the first floor, holding an unknown martial arts book and reading it with relish.

  The mottled sunlight shining down through the windows of the Wugui Building seems extremely out of harmony.

  The old man seemed to notice someone entering the martial arts hall and put down the martial art he was holding in his hand, looking towards Lin Yuan's direction.

  "Hmm? Outer sect disciple? Come in and choose your martial skill." Sensing someone approaching, the white-haired old man asked softly, his hand lowering the book.

  Lin Yuan hastily put away his unrealistic thoughts and respectfully said: "Outer disciple of the Southern Institute, Lin Yuan, who has just entered the Wu Zong this year, has come to the Wu Ji Pavilion to select a suitable secret manual."

  "Ah?" The white-haired old man's eyes burst forth with a sharp glint as he suddenly looked towards Lin Yuan.

  This is a very ordinary face, not the imagined crane hair and childlike face, nor the overbearing aura, with the wrinkles of years carved on his face, a pair of eyes that seem to see through all things in the world, with a faintly suffocating light flashing by.

  Lin Yuan could clearly feel the aura that old man emitted in an instant, it was like a vast and boundless sea of smoke, profound and immeasurable. At least it was at the Xiantian realm.

  He stared at Lin Yuan up and down for a few moments, scrutinizing him. For an instant, his eyebrows seemed to furrow, then he nodded slightly, revealing a hint of approval. "Alright, go choose! Remember, you only have three hours to make your selection."

  Lin Yuan nodded: "Thank you, senior."

  "En." The white-haired old man nodded slightly, and suddenly seemed to remember something, saying: "By the way, I'll add that you can choose two martial skills."

  "Ah?" Lin Yuan suddenly froze: "But... senior, according to the Wu Zong's rules, it seems... I can only choose one."

  "You're quite honest, not bad. That old man smiled and suddenly said in a domineering tone: "I say a few books, just a few books, you can choose whatever you want, if anything happens I'll take responsibility. Don't you want them?"

  Lin Yuan's head was still in a daze, oh heavens, two books! Although he didn't know the reason, it was natural that more martial skills were better. Woken up by the old man's words, he hastily exclaimed: "I want them, thank you senior, I'm grateful!" He looked at the old man in front of him and felt that this old man was even more kind and gentle, or rather... um, a bit cute?