Looking at the yellow and black mountain peak in the distance, Lin Jiu's face turned black as well. He raised his hand and slapped Zhang Wenjie.
"Hey, Ah Jiao, the boss has a big temper and is still so strong!”
Seventh Senior Granduncle raised his hand to block Lin Jiu's hand.
"Today, I'll let Seventh Martial Uncle teach you that this corpse breeding ground in front of you was not deliberately set up by Mao Mountain!”
"It has existed since ancient times. Mao Mountain chose this place to prevent evil from using this place.”
"To outsiders, Mao Mountain is famous for its corpse-herding, and corpse-herding naturally requires corpse refinement!”
"It is impossible to use manpower to build a sect. The refined corpses are extremely powerful and are most suitable for transportation!”
"As for why your master didn't tell you about the Mao Mountain refined corpse, it's purely because your grandmaster is timid!”
"I'm always afraid that the refined corpse will go out of control and cause trouble. So what if the refined corpse goes out of control? Look at this place. This is Mao Mountain!”
The Seventh Great Uncle's tone was filled with disdain when he mentioned Lin Fengjiao's master. Zhang Wenjie indeed agreed with him in his heart!
Cowardly and afraid of trouble, what kind of Taoist priest is that!
The most important thing was the use of the refined corpse. There was no reason for a chef to be afraid of a sharp knife!
However, he still had to protect his master's face. The best way was to shut up!
Lin Jiu could only endure it when he heard this. Who asked his Uncle-Master to be famous for being talkative and reckless? He didn't expect that he would still be like this at his age.
Seeing that Lin Jiu didn't refute, the talkative Seventh Great Uncle pulled Zhang Wenjie to talk about the past.
At the beginning, he explained all kinds of strange things in South Mao and the history of Mao Mountain Sect.
The latter part of the story went astray, and the focus was on the past of his master, Lin Jiu. One of them was the battle with the sect's eldest senior brother, Shi Jian, for the position of the chief disciple.
His junior sister, who was his childhood sweetheart, was taken away by his junior brother, and his innocent little sister was also married off in a fit of anger…
After so many blows, he flew into a rage out of humiliation and went down the mountain. After so many years, today was the first time he came back.
Zhang Wenjie suddenly felt a little touched. After all, if it wasn't for him, his master probably wouldn't have returned!
Although he was touched, it didn't stop Zhang Wenjie from listening to his Seventh Great Uncle talk about the past.
From time to time, he would even whisper and ask questions, satisfying the talkative Seventh Great Uncle!
However, Zhang Wenjie, who was walking in front, did not notice that his master's face had turned from black to purplish black, and the veins on his forehead were faintly visible.
Damn it, I shouldn't have come back. How unlucky!
If it wasn't for this disciple's talent, just by knowing so much…
Lin Jiu muttered to himself behind him. When he suddenly saw his Uncle-Master turn around, his gaze really made him gnash his teeth!!
Under such a strange atmosphere, the three of them arrived at a huge palace on the top of Mao Mountain without any obstacles.
He stepped over the wooden railing and entered the hall. Under a huge statue, an old man sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.
The old man was as thin as a stick, and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Uncle-Master!"
The Seventh Great Uncle was no longer smiling like before. He bowed respectfully to the person in front of him.
Zhang Wenjie was very speechless now. If even Senior Granduncle had to call him Uncle-Master, then how big was his seniority! Should I address him as Grand Uncle-Master?
Lin Jiu coughed lightly to remind Zhang Wenjie, then took a step forward and bowed with his hands clasped together.
"Disciple Lin Fengjiao, who has yet to enter the school, greets grand-uncle. Today, she has brought her disciple to enter the Mao Mountain Book of Records.”
Lin Jiu didn't dare to move. He only felt something sweep past him.
The old man sized up Lin Fengjiao and nodded in satisfaction. He then looked at Zhang Wenjie, who was beside her.
"Young man, have you entered the Dao for a long time?"
"Reporting to Grand Uncle-Master, I stepped into the Dao in May the year before last. It has been fifteen months since then!”
Zhang Wenjie complimented.
The old man smiled when he heard this and only said that he was a little sly.
"Since it's just a matter of time, let great-great-granduncle help you out as a greeting gift!”
After the old Daoist finished speaking, he raised his hand and shook Zhang Wenjie's hand.
Zhang Wenjie felt a strange power wrapping around him as he floated in front of the old Daoist.
The withered old hand gently rested on Zhang Wenjie's head, and a faint coolness spread throughout his body.
Immediately, Zhang Wenjie felt his entire body relax as a system notification sounded in his mind.
Xenogeneic energy has invaded your body. You have received a cultivation boost!
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Name: Zhang Wenjie
[Cultivation: Human Teacher]
[Talent: Heavenly Eye]
[Cultivation Method: Purple Lightning Divine Thunder Curse (Level 1), Body Scripture (Large Success), Sun Divine Refining Chapter (Beginner)]
[Spells: Talisman Technique (Great Accomplishment), Upper Yin Paper Binding Technique (Beginner), Nine Yin Corpse Divine Technique (Beginner)]
[Magic tools: Demon Subduing Needle, Demon Binding Lock]
Morality Points:489
This was fine! Wouldn't this old man's cultivation be at the top?
Zhang Wenjie looked at the attributes on the system panel in a daze. His body had suddenly changed.
"Hurry up and thank Grand Uncle-Master!"
Lin Jiu saw that his disciple was in a daze and quickly berated him.
"Thank you, Grand Uncle-Master!"
Zhang Wenjie hurriedly bowed and thanked him.
"Seven, you will host the child's naturalization ceremony!”
"Yes, Uncle-Master!"
The Seventh Senior Granduncle was like a child, not daring to breathe loudly and respectfully accepting the order.
Entering the book was actually very simple. He only needed to burn incense and report it to his ancestors to obtain the approval of the three ancestors.
In front of the huge statue, a magical scroll slowly opened. Zhang Wenjie's name was engraved on it.
Everything was normal. Zhang Wenjie successfully entered the Book of Records and officially became the 37th disciple of Mao Mountain.
Looking at the slowly fading scroll, Zhang Wenjie suddenly felt that this was really just a ritual.
It was no wonder that the Seventh Great Uncle was the host. It was probably because the host would cast a spell to draw records, and the process would give the new disciples a sense of belonging.
After the registration, Zhang Wenjie obtained the opportunity to enter the Three Thatch Scripture Pavilion.
Only official disciples could cultivate cultivation techniques and spells.
The Three-thatched Scripture Pavilion still looked ordinary, but Zhang Wenjie believed that whoever dared to mess around would die. He could only follow closely behind Seventh Senior Granduncle and not dare to move.
Pushing open the Sutra Pavilion, Seventh Senior Granduncle pointed at the huge Sutra Pavilion.
"You can only choose two of the cultivation techniques and spells inside, and you only have three days. Remember to bite off more than you can chew!”
There was naturally a reason for the existence of rules. The last sentence was to remind people not to be greedy if they did not have the ability, and vice versa!
However…
In front of a cheater like him, this Maoshan Scripture Pavilion was like a rat entering a rice vat!
Zhang Wenjie was a man with a system, but he was greedy.
There were three levels in the Scripture Pavilion. The first level was spells, the second level was cultivation techniques, and the third level was Dao scriptures.
This kind of place where the sect was established naturally had crouching tigers and hidden dragons guarding it. The rules could be read but not copied, but who could have such a good memory?
Zhang Wenjie was like a curious baby, spending an entire day rummaging through the spellbooks.
In the eyes of the old guard who was hiding, Zhang Wenjie was just like the little ghost from before.
On the second and third days, he spent his time flipping through the cultivation technique books on the second floor. Among the many cultivation techniques, the 36 Talismans of Mao Mountain were the most important.
After all, it was the foundation of a sect. Zhang Wenjie's greedy attitude was very human, so he casually flipped through all 36 sects.
In the end, he chose two.
One was the Shangqing Divine Thunder Curse, and the other was the Maoshan Corpse Refining Technique.
He had the Nine Yin Corpse Divine Technique, but although it was described as profound, it lacked the foundation.
Not only did the Mao Mountain Corpse Refining Technique have a complete legacy, but it also involved refining Golden Armored Corpses and Silver Armored Corpses.
No matter how talented he was, he still needed to explore. If there was a predecessor leading the way, everything would naturally go smoothly.
Before Zhang Wenjie revealed his talent, his master Lin Jiu had asked Zhang Wenjie to enter the Three-Cottage Scripture Pavilion to choose the Nine Truth Extermination Magic Tome. This was also his main cultivation technique.
The inheritor would naturally inherit one's life, connections, and will.
Lin Fengjiao had been immersed in this cultivation technique for many years. If Zhang Wenjie chose this cultivation technique, he would definitely avoid detours!
However, after the talent was revealed, the choice was given back to Zhang Wenjie!
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