He respectfully bowed to the elder.

The elder waved his hand and said:

"Come to me again after you've reached the Martial Saint Realm, and I will tell you everything."

Ning Qi understood that because he hadn't yet been contaminated by the aura of Life Poison, the elder warned him about the backlash, but once he reached the Martial Saint Realm, it wouldn't be necessary.

"Thank you, elder!" Ning Qi bowed once more.

Today's visit to the True Martial Hall.

Had yielded significant gains.

Not only did he obtain the Martial Saint Technique and the Secret Technique to alleviate Life Poison, he also gained a clearer understanding of Life Poison, at least no longer like a headless fly.

"The poison of the Rule exists between reality and illusion, to cultivate the world with poison, truly a grand gesture!" He murmured to himself.

"With the Dharma Method, given your talents and comprehension, on the day of Spiritual Awakening, you will surely step into the Martial Saint Realm. Come back again then," the elder sighed softly, "Don't overthink, when the time comes, everything will be clear. Work hard."

He looked at Ning Qi with a certain expectation in his eyes.

Ning Qi nodded earnestly.

"I will."

"As for these rare books, you can take them all with you, store them inside your pearl."

As he spoke, he pointed his finger, and a stream of Spiritual Power instantly surged into the Yu King Pearl. Ning Qi, astonished, discovered that the space within the pearl expanded a hundredfold, large enough to fit a small mountain.

The elder smiled and said:

"I don't have such abilities; I just helped restore the pearl's original capabilities. The material of this pearl is indeed exceptional."

Ning Qi suddenly understood.

He was truly a bit shocked earlier; to create such a miracle with a wave of the hand is hard to imagine how strong the elder is.

"Thank you, elder."

Ning Qi expressed his gratitude, then activated the Yu King Pearl. The vast array of books began to dance towards him like snowflakes, a spectacular sight.

He couldn't help but slightly raise the corner of his mouth.

This gain is indeed great and can immensely enrich the True Martial Sect's foundation. With this complete inheritance, looking across the world, no Sect can rival the True Martial Sect in terms of depth, among them are many rare books that would aid Ning Qi.

A moment passed.

The Scripture Pavilion was empty.

The hunchbacked elder chuckled:

"Good lad, you really are thorough."

Ning Qi smiled, offering no rebuttal.

Having passed the test by his own abilities, he surely took everything away.

The elder shook his head with a smile.

"Go now."

A vortex had appeared in the void.

Ning Qi nodded, glanced at the elder once more, seeing the expectation and encouragement in his eyes, he felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart before stepping forward.

Watching Ning Qi's disappearing back.

The hunchbacked elder's eyes turned somber:

"Being here for so many years, having seen so many fascinating individuals, I've really gotten used to it. If possible, I truly don't want to move, just wonder if this little fellow named Ning Qi can do it."

"True Martial... True Martial..."

...

Black Sand Sea.

As time passed, more and more powerful Martial Artists arrived, making this place increasingly lively.

But at this moment.

The atmosphere was somewhat noisy.

Martial Artists looked in amazement at the foggy area ahead; earlier, the fog suddenly began to churn violently as if boiling, and those who had just entered were all thrown out, falling into the sea in embarrassment.

This left everyone puzzled.

Previously, even those who couldn't make it through the mist just ended up confused, emerging from other directions; it was never like this before.

Someone ventured to try entering again.

But found out.

The mist ahead seemed to have turned into a copper wall and iron bastion, making it impossible to enter.

Above sea and sea floor, all around, were the same, without the slightest gap.

Such a change immediately caused an uproar among everyone.

"Why is it suddenly like this? Could it be that the True Martial Hall is about to hide away?" Everyone became nervous. An ancient ruin has barely appeared, opportunities are right before them, yet before getting anything, it's going to hide, how could they be content with this?

"Maybe it's not hiding, but another reason!"

Someone's eyes flickered.

"It might be that someone has already obtained the inheritance of the True Martial Hall!"

This immediately reminded everyone.

Various gazes turned bizarre, accompanied by murmurs from unknown sources expressing everyone's thoughts:

"If I recall correctly, the person who entered from the True Martial Sect has yet to come out."

These words didn't name anyone.

But guided everyone to wonder, did the True Martial Sect already obtain the True Martial Hall's inheritance, causing such a change?

Sharp-minded individuals quickly realized that the speaker was clearly ill-intentioned, wanting to stir the waters.

Clearly.

Many were unwilling to return empty-handed.

Gazes flickered, focusing on the fog ahead.

Each strong person on the Martial Path perceived the surroundings fully, to ensure no fish slipped through the net.

Within the stagnant atmosphere.

The mist suddenly stalled, like a giant object opening its mouth, suddenly spitting out something foreign.

A figure tumbled out.

"It's someone from the True Martial Sect! I remember him!" Someone exclaimed.

That was a young third-generation disciple from the True Martial Sect.

Having failed the trial, feeling somewhat frustrated and dejected, but immediately his heart tightened, he instinctively glanced around, finding the sea crowded with warships, almost impermeable, not only that, above the horizon, there were also many powerful figures floating.

Those fiery gazes were full of aggression and malice.

"Gulp." He couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

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