I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 247 - 4 Taoist Qing Cang

Chapter 247: Chapter 4 Taoist Qing Cang

"Junior, you, you..." The woman’s chest heaved with anger.

This was her first time encountering such a defiant and untamed youth. Could it be that he was unaware of her identity?

"Yun Di, don’t be angry. It’s just the wild talk of a junior," said the man in green. He took out a flask from his bosom and took a big swig.

"Let him go inside, Yun Di," the elder standing by said calmly, without much change in emotion.

With the Human Race in its current state, even he had a mentality of living one day at a time.

Liang Hui made his way toward the loft, the crowd in front of him consciously clearing a path for him.

Entering the loft, he saw no more than a dozen simple bookshelves scattered with animal skins that looked rather worn.

Then he turned his attention to the people inside the room.

Finding a secluded corner, he picked up a scroll of animal skin and began to read.

As he examined the animal skin, Liang Hui’s brows slowly furrowed.

The "Frost Mirror Forbidden Scripture," a Cultivation Technique for forging an Ice Frost Dao Foundation.

The first level seemed manageable, requiring only the drawing of breath into the body.

But from the second level on, there appeared names of herbs and ores that Liang Hui had never even heard of.

Snow Yang Holy Spring, Whirlwind Treasure Branch—items clearly unobtainable by the people of the Heavenly Demon Realm.

He put the animal skin back in his palm and took another from the shelf to read.

Time passed as scrolls of animal skin were picked up and then replaced.

After he had looked over all the animal skins on the bookshelf in front of him, understanding dawned in Liang Hui’s expression.

Indeed, with each of the nine levels of Foundation Establishment, the resources required increased exponentially compared to the level before.

’It’s really a huge pit.’

And that wasn’t all.

Most Cultivation Techniques from the sixth level onward had descriptions that became increasingly vague, likely additions by later generations.

Only a few books delivered detailed descriptions and methods of cultivation.

However, no matter what, this trip was fruitful, as after all, it contained methods of cultivation from tens of thousands of years in this world.

Liang Hui benefited greatly, and even his main body residing in the Divine Court had many new ideas and plans in mind.

He stepped to the left and began to look at the animal skin scrolls on the other bookshelves,

until a scroll called the "Shangqing Heart Method" caught his eye.

In an instant, ripples surged in the depths of Liang Hui’s eyes. His main body in the Divine Court also abruptly opened his eyes.

"The lineage of the gods!"

Such insight was not difficult for Liang Hui at his current Realm.

Even though the Shangqing Heart Method was just at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, he could still discern that this Cultivation Technique had a very high potential, surpassing the level of godly veins.

It was a pity he couldn’t "enter dreams," and he couldn’t acquire the necessary cultivation resources in the short term either.

Committing the Shangqing Heart Method to memory, he resumed examining the other animal skins.

With his speed, it didn’t take long for him to read all of the Cultivation Techniques on the shelf, and he began to read some miscellaneous books.

Most of these miscellaneous books recounted the history and glory of the Human Race.

Details of the wars between humans and demons in the Heavenly Demon Realm gradually unfolded before him.

The battle at Tiandang Mountain!

The campaign against demons at Yanghai!

The tragedy at Jieyuan Temple!

...

Countless battles, one defeat after another, led to a state of utter hopelessness in the end.

’Such waste!’ Liang Hui cursed silently.

With such advantages, they still managed to be defeated to this extent. The people of this realm really were talented.

An hour passed.

One after another, figures walked out of the loft and registered the Cultivation Techniques they decided to practice.

"I choose the Yanyang Spirit Record."

"I will practice the Gang Wind Sword Technique."

...

Soon it was Liang Hui’s turn.

At this moment, most people turned their gaze upon us, among them, one filled with resentment.

Obviously, they knew what had happened in front of the attic just now.

Liang Hui paid no attention to these stares and, looking at the young man who was registering, he whispered,

"Xuanyin Moon Technique."

As the name was revealed, most of the finely dressed youths showed a mocking look in their eyes.

This kind of cultivation technique with weak offensive power and minimal resource consumption was well known to them.

There were always some commoners who by chance survived the trials and chose this type of technique.

After reporting his technique, Liang Hui stepped aside and closed his eyes to ponder over the method.

In the Heavenly Demon Realm, he had no plans to follow the paths of Martial Artists or Taoists.

One, the traces of cultivation were too obvious.

Two, he wanted to personally experience the mysteries of other paths.

As for why he chose the "Xuanyin Moon Technique," it was because this technique was simple, the cultivation speed was fast, and it consumed fewer resources.

As for combat power,

Ha!

Within the same realm, he could overturn all enemies with one hand; it didn’t matter what technique he cultivated.

Before long, everyone had finished registering.

"The cultivation sites have already been prepared for everyone. Now, follow me."

Under the guidance of the yellow-robed elder, the crowd moved towards the east.

Liang Hui, who was walking in the middle of the group, quickened his steps and soon came to the elder’s side.

"Senior, why are there no subsequent Golden Core Techniques in the attic? Is it because certain conditions must be met to view them?"

The elder’s expression turned stiff, as did the faces of the five people behind him, all bearing a bitter look.

The woman in the black tight-fitting garment seemed to want to rebuke him,

but the elder stopped her.

"There are no subsequent techniques. All Golden Core Level techniques have been lost."

"Aside from the ’Fiery Flame Dan Canon’ opened up once again by the city lord, there are no other techniques to cultivate to the Golden Core Level."

"Is that so?"

Liang Hui murmured softly, his initial choice completely overturned.

For him, having only Golden Core Level techniques was not much different from having only nine-tier Foundation Establishment techniques.

After all, the ninth tier of Foundation Establishment was also at the Blood Refining Level; the Golden Core should be the realm reached upon successful blood transformation.

"Child, what is your name?" the elder asked, looking at the extraordinary youth before him.

The hoarse voice interrupted his thoughts.

"My name became a thing of the past once I stepped onto the path of cultivation. I have chosen a Daoist name for myself—Taoist Qing Cang," Liang Hui said, looking up at the dim sky above and speaking slowly.

Boom!

Several bolts of lightning streaked across the sky, shaking the city.

Liang Hui’s defiant expression became clearly visible to the six people including the elder.

"Taoist Qing Cang, propping up the heavens, how dare you?" The woman in black looked frantic. Daoist names were not to be taken lightly, as they entailed vast karma.

No! It’s not that!

Daoist names are not even for those who have not yet stepped onto the path of cultivation, not even the Golden Core Level city lord has a Daoist name.

Only those legendary figures who shoulder the karma of their ancestors dare to choose Daoist names before entering the path of cultivation.

Or perhaps only the strong at the Yin Spirit Realm have Daoist names!

Not only did the woman in black look crazed, but the other five also wore faces of disbelief.

The aura of dead silence around them dispersed quite a bit.

"If I dare not, who dares?"

"Are those ancestors who lost their cities and lands, dragging their kin into the abyss—they dare?"

"Just a Daoist name. If the ancients could have it, so can I."

"If the Human Race dares not, I dare."

The youth chuckled softly,

His laughter brimming with unbridled confidence and disdain.