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Chapter 451 - 409: Guaranteed Entry into the Inheritance Hall [Monthly Ticket Required]

Chapter 451: Chapter 409: Guaranteed Entry into the Inheritance Hall [Monthly Ticket Required]

At this point, An Xingsheng stopped flipping through the pages, looked up at Wang Zijia, and said helplessly:

"With such explosive effects and fame... If the disciples don’t introduce a reservation system, for the next big class, we will have to hang people on the branches of our Chuan Dao Peach Forest!"

Wang Zijia was taken aback upon hearing this and awkwardly touched his nose.

’Was the effect too powerful?’ he thought. For the sake of his fame, he indeed used the record data of the Inner Sect’s gold cards!

It now seemed like he might have overdone it.

However, after slowly establishing his personal image, his genius teacher image was perfectly in place, so there was no problem doing this.

Daring is good!

"Alright, handle it as you see fit." Wang Zijia paused during his speech, and said, "Don’t use the method of paying more to skip the line for the big class reservations. That’s reputation damaging. As for private classes..."

"We can discuss it when I have time. If they like to throw money around, let them. The more they give, the more we prioritize them. I want to see just how many big spenders there are!"

Hearing this, An Xingsheng immediately understood the core intent of Wang Zijia’s words and respectfully said, "Disciple understands how to handle it."

Wang Zijia continued to review some material, finalized the accumulated tasks with An Xingsheng, and planned things for the next month.

Once the major issues were sorted, An Xingsheng left.

Wang Zijia looked at the material An Xingsheng picked up today: "Huanxi Bairenzhuan", "Joyful Demon Girl", and "Blood Demon Church Saintess Records"

He had almost understood the Bone Soul Sect fully, now he began to learn about the Joyful Devil Sect and Blood Demon Sect.

But were the materials that An Xingsheng picked up today a bit irregular?

He glanced at the books, put away the things, and instead of reading the materials, he got up and left the White Peach Tower. He took out the Blood Fiend Jade Shuttle, threw it into the sky, and turned into a blood-colored streamer, heading toward Qifeng Mountain.

...

Foot of Qifeng Mountain, at the core location of the twelve courtyards, there was the morbid and underworld-looking Funerary Preserving Vein.

The blood-colored Escape Light that Wang Zijia had transformed into stopped in the sky.

Looking down, he saw Paper Houses and Spirit Rooms scattered around in the Funerary Preserving Vein, with Paper Figures, Spiritual Puppets, and Shadow Puppets visible everywhere. The most eye-catching thing at the core was a large coffin standing upright.

The overall scene was extremely eerie!

He was once puzzled by this, but after all these years, his experiences in the underground base’s magic laboratory made Wang Zijia understand the reason.

This kind of environment was indeed beneficial to the mortician’s work!

After hovering for a moment, he floated down and came to the door of a familiar small courtyard with a slightly normal atmosphere.

"Greetings, Master Wang!"

"Greetings, Master Wang!"

The two paper figure spiritual puppets with decent spiritual intelligence who were guarding the gate immediately paid their respects when they saw Wang Zijia.

"Please inform Senior Sister Yan that Zijia is here for a visit!"

"The master has ordered that you may enter directly whenever Master Wang visits, without needing to notify her in advance!"

"Thank you!"

Wang Zijia entered the courtyard while talking.

Following the paper figures’ guidance, he came to Yan Qimeng’s study in a familiar manner.

"Sit!" As soon as Wang Zijia entered, he saw Yan Qimeng already at the tea table area in the room, brewing tea.

Wang Zijia slightly bowed and took a seat directly across her without any ceremony.

"I’ve heard that you’ve been searching for infant god spiritual objects recently?" Yan Qimeng asked as she poured tea for Wang Zijia. Wang Zijia immediately reached out and touched the teacup.

Wait until the tea cup was halfway filled, he lightly tapped on the tea table.

Yan Qimeng stopped pouring tea, and only then did Wang Zijia reply with a smile, "Yes, that’s the situation. I came to see you today to register."

Yan Qimeng looked him up and down for a moment before asking, "Have you fully comprehended Nascent Infancy’s inheritance?"

"There’s not much problem in becoming a third-grade inheritance master from what I’ve explored about inheritance methods in the Lower Realm," Wang Zijia modestly said.

Raising her eyebrows, Yan Qimeng asked, "Third-grade inheritance master? Are you planning to go to the Inheritance Hall to accept tasks?"

Although Sect Inheritance Masters belonged to a niche school, the total number of Inheritance Masters from all lineages in the inner and outer sects was still not less than that of a lineage in the Outer Sect.

Among them, a third-grade inheritance master was already considered a senior person. After all, the main body of the sect monks was the Perfected Being.

And asking an inheritance master to help draw and condense artifacts or heritage books was very private and very dangerous.

If not careful, not only would you lose your head, but you would also lose a lot of heritage.

For example, a true person’s clan that was upholding a true person was about to die. You were asked to help draw and condense the inheritance.

When you finished drawing the inheritance, this true person was either dead or had only one breath left, and had no resistance.

At this time, if you suddenly attacked and killed everyone, took everything, it would all be possible.

Therefore, the safety of inheritance masters required a power to endorse.

The Inheritance Hall was established under this premise, gathering all the inheritance masters in the sect!

This hall was not complicated. Once you completed the registration, your name would be listed and when someone wanted to condense their inheritance, they would pick from the list.

Wang Zijia turned his hand over, took out the secret book "Feather Refining Shape Chapter," and said, "I refined this secret book from the inheritance extracted from a not-so-severely polluted devil cultivator."

Yan Qimeng took the secret book and said in surprise, "Extract a complete secret book from the method of pollution? You really seem to have gotten the hang of things."

Wang Zijia smiled and said, "After spending so many years in the Lower Realm, I had to know how to do this to train disciples."

"Are you asking me to be your guarantor?" Yan Qimeng asked.

He wasn’t a member of the Inner Sect and didn’t have a Soul Lamp. If he wanted to be part of the Inheritance Hall, he needed a guarantor from the Mortician Sect.

Guaranteeing that Wang Zijia wouldn’t cause any destruction when transferring or refining inheritances.

"Is that possible?" Wang Zijia didn’t deny it, but instead asked carefully.

"Of course, there’s no problem with that. After all, I watched you grow up!" Yan Qimeng suddenly smiled like a mother.

Wang Zijia: "······"

Wang Zijia, who was a bit embarrassed, could only slowly sip his tea to cover up his awkwardness.

Yan Qimeng took out her identity card and began manipulating it. After a while, she asked, "Do you need me to accompany you to the Inheritance Hall for the registration?"

"No need, I’ll go on my own!" Wang Zijia quickly replied.

The two chatted for a while longer before Wang Zijia got up to leave.

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After leaving the Mortician Sect, he entered the great array that enveloped Qifeng and headed straight for Inheritance Peak.

Below the waist of Inheritance Peak, there were numerous preaching towers and pavilions, with disciples coming and going non-stop. It was bustling and lively, just like a mountain town.

But above the waist of the mountain, where the Inheritance Sect was situated, it was very quiet.

Most of the area was controlled by the Mortician Sect, which made the entire upper part of the mountain feel cold and somber.

One peak, the upper and lower parts of the mountain had a stark contrast in the style.

Wang Zijia arrived near the top of the mountain, where there was a not-so-large complex of buildings.

Of course, this was in comparison to the preaching towers below the mountain.

For the upper part of the mountain, such a complex of buildings was already quite rare.

This Hanbai Jade Palace complex with its classic architectural style, was the Inheritance Sect.

In general, it wasn’t very bustling, but instead had a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, which was much better than the eerie style of the Mortician Sect.

Wang Zijia landed in the designated area and walked through a large complex of buildings and finally stopped in front of a not-so-tall pavilion in the core area.

"Inheritance Registry Hall"

After confirming that he hadn’t gone to the wrong place, Wang Zijia entered the pavilion.

Upon entering, a disciple of the sacrificial wine sect came forward and respected Wang Zijia, saying, "Uncle, are you choosing to become an Inheritance Master or registering for the Upper Volume?"

In his speech, he inadvertently looked at Wang Zijia and felt Wang Zijia seemed familiar.

"Third-grade registration!" Wang Zijia replied indifferently.

The reception disciple was slightly surprised and said with a bow, "Uncle, please go upstairs. Uncle Zhou is in charge of the third-grade Inheritance Master’s registration."

Wang Zijia nodded slightly, and the two went upstairs one after the other to a rather large room.

The layout of the room was quite special, half of it was a reception area, and the other half was actually a classic counter.

In the L-shaped counter, there was a bookshelf-like counter, and in each of the shelves of this bookshelf, there was a name book.

An old man was leisurely flipping through something in the chair inside the counter.

"Uncle Zhou, someone is here to register!"

The old man quickly put away the name book and looked at Wang Zijia and asked in surprise, "Junior Brother Ruanguan?"

The welcoming disciple who was about to leave paused, finally realizing why he found Wang Zijia familiar. It was the famous genius martial uncle who had recently been the talk of the Inner Sect.

He quietly glanced at Wang Zijia before exiting the room.

Wang Zijia bowed to the old man and laughed, "Brother Zhiyong, you can just call me Zijia."

Zhou Zhiyong, an Inner Sect true disciple at the peak of perfection, was in charge of the Inheritance Sect and the Registry Hall.

He was nearly five hundred years old and, under normal circumstances, had a lifespan of not more than one hundred years left. If there were no significant opportunities, becoming an Infant God would be hopeless.

"You’re a rare visitor. Junior Brother, your reputation has been quite significant recently. With the Dao Seed condensed at the age of Ruanguan and been designated as the future Junior Master of the Preaching Tower, your fame is resounding! I’ve only heard rumors, but now I get to meet you!"

The elder, Zhou Zhiyong quickly left the counter area and brought Wang Zijia to the reception area on the other side.

Wang Zijia showed a bitter smile and said, "Brother, don’t believe in these rumors. It’s just the disciples’ idle boasting. If this continues, I might even be described as becoming a God Monarch after condensing the Nascent Infancy."

Zhou Zhiyong signaled for Wang Zijia to sit down. While pouring tea, he said, "Fat meat can’t be too greasy? Junior Brother, don’t be so modest."

"I wish I could be modest for once," Wang Zijia said with a bitter smile.

Zhou Zhiyong stopped praising him further when he saw this, "Junior Brother, what brings you to my Registry Hall instead of teaching disciples in your Preaching Tower?"

Wang Zijia paused for a moment before laughing and saying, "Brother, I am also a Heritage Master. I am here to register and make a record!"

"Really?" Zhou Zhiyong looked surprised and said, "Then why did Junior Brother go to the Teaching lineage to be a transmitting disciple?"

Apparently, the other party had only heard his rumors and hadn’t paid much attention to the information.