Chapter 109: The Secret of the Seven Sacred Treasures Map

Time flies, and no one can stop its passage.

A month had passed in the blink of an eye.

Wuming Peak was just an ordinary mountain within the Saint Sect. As time passed, the outer disciples’ gossip no longer revolved around Wuming Peak.

One day, Lin Fan ended his retreat and stepped out of the wooden house. During the month of isolation, besides researching alchemy, Lin Fan also organized the martial techniques he had mastered.

He had never stopped cultivating, for Lin Fan knew that in the Xuanhuang World, without absolute strength, one would be as helpless as an ant when catastrophe struck.

Whenever he thought of the brothers from the Saint Demon Sect who had perished tragically, Lin Fan would sigh. He wondered when he could break through his limits, find the interdimensional token, and return to Cangling Continent.

The “Formless Heaven Demon” remained stuck at the second level, while “Sword Intent” had already broken through to the second stage.

Yet his cultivation level remained at the early stage of Prenatal.

Now, the experience gained from pills was negligible compared to the massive amount required to advance from the early Prenatal stage.

Lin Fan needed a large amount of pills—high and mid-tier pills.

If things really didn’t work out, Lin Fan planned to leave the sect and venture into the forbidden zones for training.

However, those forbidden zones were not easy to reach without the sect’s giant vessels crossing the regions.

In this month, Ye Shaotian had visited once. Since Lin Fan was in retreat, he left the pills with Zhang Erdou.

Lin Fan didn’t know how Zhang Erdou and Feng Buju were doing, nor how many “Dafange” pills they had taken.

After ending his retreat, Lin Fan planned to go to the sect’s library to search for martial arts techniques and alchemy recipes. Finding mid- to high-tier pills would be a fortunate outcome.

Lin Fan wanted to improve “Dafange.” After countless experiments, he ultimately failed.

Some pills that succeeded in experiments were, in Lin Fan’s eyes, undrinkable—because they were guaranteed to kill whoever consumed them.

At the Saint Sect’s library,

This was the location where disciples of the Saint Sect selected their techniques. Although Lin Fan had founded his own sect, he still retained the rights and benefits of a sect disciple.

Lin Fan was deeply grateful and couldn’t help but marvel at how fortunate he was to have entered such a great sect after crossing over from another world.

The Saint Demon Sect had been a great sect, but it was destroyed. In Lin Fan’s eyes, the Saint Sect was still a great sect. He could only hope that the Saint Sect would remain safe and peaceful.

The quantity of techniques did not determine one’s strength; rather, one must choose techniques suitable for oneself.

The body cultivation technique “Indestructible Demon Body” had reached a bottleneck, while “Illusory Body Technique” was about to break through to the next level—evolving unpredictably. Lin Fan was quite excited about what it might become.

Reflecting on his own situation, Lin Fan realized he was suited for close combat, while he felt somewhat hesitant about using weapon-based techniques.

Especially after “Reversing Heaven and Earth” transformed into the “Yin-Yang Divine Art,” it had become extremely powerful.

“The Flower-Picking Finger Technique” was a close-range finger art.

“The Black Tiger Claw Technique” was a close-range grappling art.

“The Groin Kick” was a close-range leg technique.

…

After reviewing all these techniques, Lin Fan realized most of his skills were for close combat. Therefore, when selecting new techniques now, he should also focus on close-range ones.

These techniques could be brutally tested on enemies, but would be inappropriate to use on allies. If he were to spar with others in the future, he would need some more conventional techniques.

Upon entering the library,

Lin Fan was overwhelmed by the Saint Sect’s vast collection.

The endless rows of bookshelves made one feel as if immersed in an ocean of books.

Indeed, a great sect lived up to its reputation, with profound heritage. Soon, Lin Fan was immersed in the sea of books, unable to extricate himself.

“Ding! Congratulations on discovering the Xuan-tier Lower Finger Art ‘Earth Splitting Finger.'”

“Ding! Congratulations on discovering the Huang-tier Upper Sword Art ‘Spring and Autumn Sword Technique.'”

“Ding! Congratulations on discovering the Xuan-tier Middle Blade Art ‘Butcher Ding’s Ox-Cutting Technique.'”

…

Every time he touched a martial arts manual, its details would appear in Lin Fan’s mind. Therefore, some disciples in the library, seeing this strange man grabbing a book and then putting it back, regarded him as an idiot.

However, some outer disciples recognized Lin Fan. Though puzzled, they dared not mock him.

After all, who would dare to make fun of him? They might not even know how they died.

“Ding! Congratulations on discovering the Huang-tier Lower Fist Art ‘Seven Saints Fist.'”

This was the lowest-tier martial art Lin Fan had touched so far. Just as he was about to put it back, a prompt below made his heart tremble slightly.

“Ding! Congratulations on discovering the hidden map ‘Seven Saints Map.'”

At this moment, Lin Fan thought of the Seven Saints Treasure Map he had kept in his backpack for a long time without knowing how to use it. After seizing it from Mo Yixuan, Lin Fan had no idea what it meant and had carelessly tossed it into his backpack as junk.

Now discovering the “Seven Saints Map” within the “Seven Saints Fist” must be related to the Seven Saints Treasure Map.

Lin Fan calmly took out the “Seven Saints Fist” and, when others weren’t looking, placed it into his backpack.

Then Lin Fan continued searching.

Since he had come here, he naturally wanted to find one or two suitable techniques.

Finally, Lin Fan selected a technique. His luck was decent—he found a Di-tier Lower martial art called “Tide Force.”

In Lin Fan’s eyes, this martial art was initially quite ordinary. However, its unique feature was that at maximum cultivation, each palm strike could accumulate up to nine layers of force, with each layer compounding the power—a force not to be underestimated.

Most importantly, any martial art in Lin Fan’s hands could be infinitely enhanced. He wondered how many layers of force the “Tide Force” could ultimately reach under his cultivation.

Lin Fan felt delighted. He knew that as long as he didn’t meet an untimely demise, his future path would be long and prosperous.

After returning to Wuming Peak from the library, Lin Fan immediately immersed himself in research.

“Ding! Congratulations on discovering ‘Tide Force.’ Learn it now?”

“Learn.”

“Ding! Congratulations on mastering the Di-tier Lower martial art ‘Tide Force,’ Level 1.”

Lin Fan learned martial arts much faster than others. While others would face a major obstacle during comprehension, Lin Fan could effortlessly cross that threshold. If other disciples knew this, they would probably be so envious they’d spit blood.

Then Lin Fan took out the “Seven Saints Fist” and tore it open. A map fell out from inside.

The moment Lin Fan saw the map, he was deeply captivated.

This was a map, and on its header were three characters that nearly blinded Lin Fan’s eyes.

“Dongling Continent.”

At that moment, Lin Fan finally understood why, despite searching through many records in the Saint Demon Sect, he had never figured out the location marked on the Seven Saints Treasure Map. The location indicated on the map was actually in Dongling Continent.

At the same time, Lin Fan realized that the original owner of the Seven Saints Treasure Map must have lived in the era after the Xuanhuang World was divided by the Sovereigns.

After memorizing the several locations marked on the map, Lin Fan placed it back into his backpack.

“Master, help us…”

At that moment, a scream of agony came from outside, making Lin Fan frown.

From the voice, Lin Fan instantly recognized it as Zhang Erdou’s pig-like shriek.