Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest

Green Hill Scripture Pavilion, third floor.

Wang Chen sat on the spotlessly clean floor, concentrating on carving the piece of wood in his hands.

As the carving knife's blade constantly swept over the wood, shavings fell away, and the outline of a humanoid figure gradually became visible.

Carving, although one of the myriad arts in immortal cultivation, was not an area where Wang Chen even qualified as a novice, thus what he carved was barely superior to a child's clumsy efforts.

After completing the head, torso, and limbs, Wang Chen satisfactorily stopped his work.

He put away the carving knife and placed the newly carved wooden figure on the floor.

Wang Chen raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and pointed it towards the head of the figure, a gentle spiritual light emanating from the fingertip.

The next moment, the spiritual light silently merged into the head of the figure.

Snap!

At the sound of a sudden crack, the small figure leapt up energetically.

Its limbs stretched out, and its head rotated left and right in a half-circle as if it had suddenly been endowed with life.

When the figure landed back on the floor, it immediately started hopping and jumping around Wang Chen, like a playful and active child.

Wang Chen smiled faintly.

What he had just used was a spell called the "Spiritual Rhinoceros Finger," which could awaken life and bestow a spirit to objects of vegetation.

And this spell, Wang Chen had learned from perusing the cultivation manuals in the Scripture Pavilion.

This seven-floor-high Green Hill Scripture Pavilion housed a large quantity of human Taoist scriptures and techniques, many of which would be considered precious texts in major sects, accessible only by expending merits to read and learn.

Before Wang Chen's core formation, he had greatly benefited from browsing a wide array of books in the Scripture Pavilion, yet at the time, he had not learned any spells.

Now, having reached the First Grade of Golden Cores, he revisited a few interesting Taoist scriptures and within only three days, he had mastered over a dozen Purple Mansion Tier spells.

Spiritual Rhinoceros Finger was one of them.

In truth, from learning to proficiency, and then to cultivation perfection, the time Wang Chen spent was rather short.

These spells did not appear in his ability tab but were all categorized under "Basic Taoist Techniques."

This meant that Wang Chen encountered no obstacles in learning spells below the Golden Core level, and could learn and master them instantly, achieving perfection easily, a master of all arts!

This feeling of cheating was just great!

Wang Chen poked the lively wooden figure in front of him, instantly withdrawing the spirit within it.

The figure immediately fell apart, turning into a pile of rotten wood.

Wang Chen waved his sleeve, clearing it out of the Scripture Pavilion, and then he rose to ascend to the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion!

The Fox Empress had given Wang Chen ten days, and of course, he would not let down the kind intentions and consideration of this powerful figure from the Fox Tribe; he had stayed in the Scripture Pavilion and hadn't gone out at all these days.

Wang Chen estimated that the collection of books in this Scripture Pavilion represented at least two to three thousand years of accumulation by the Green Hill Fox Tribe, for he had seen quite a few ancient original texts, the content of which was very old.

And now, he was enjoying the treatment reserved for the Sect Leader's disciples in the major sects!

The books on this third floor were more than half fewer than on the second.

However, many books placed on the wooden shelves were faintly radiating spiritual light, obviously extraordinary at first glance.

Without hesitation, Wang Chen sat cross-legged on the floor, reached out to grab a vibrant-looking Taoist scripture from the nearby shelf, and started to read it voraciously.

Taoist scriptures were incomparable to ordinary books and could not be memorized swiftly by scanning ten lines at a glance; one had to read each word and sentence carefully to truly imprint it into the sea of consciousness.

The higher one's own Comprehension, the deeper the imprint in the sea of consciousness, and the more fruitful the future enlightenment would be!

With limited time, Wang Chen did not seek to understand everything thoroughly but instead copied the reading content into the sea of consciousness as if swallowing dates whole by creating True Seal Talisman Scripts, essentially replicating the book.

What Wang Chen didn't expect was when he finished imprinting the content of the book in his hands into the sea of consciousness, the True Seal Scripts formed were instantly devoured clean by the Ancient Taoist Stele!

Wang Chen was suddenly startled.

However, as soon as his mind moved, the Ancient Taoist Stele abruptly emitted a bright light, and the characters of the Taoist Scripture hovered up, neatly arranged in the order of their content.

Not one word was missing!

Wang Chen was overjoyed!

With his way of reading, his Sea of Consciousness would eventually become packed with True Seal Talisman Script, and he'd have to digest them one by one to free up space again.

Even with Wang Chen's greatly increased Comprehension, deciphering these Golden Core level Taoist Scriptures was not an easy task.

It required a lot of time.

This meant the number of Golden Core Taoist Scriptures he could "take back" was very limited.

Unexpectedly, the Ancient Taoist Stele even had the function to accommodate and organize the True Seal Talisman Script, equivalent to a powerful computer.

How many books could he take back then?

Wang Chen suppressed the excitement and agitation in his heart and immediately switched to a new Taoist Scripture.

He immersed himself in the ocean of knowledge, completely forgetting the passage of time, drinking Spiritual Wine when thirsty, and taking Spirit Pills when hungry, day and night without sleep.

And all the Taoist Scriptures imprinted in Wang Chen's Sea of Consciousness merged into the Ancient Taoist Stele.

In the end, Wang Chen even had time to ponder the Golden Core spells.

Until an overwhelming force swept over, enveloping him and sending him out of the Scripture Pavilion, all the way out a hundred miles away.

When Wang Chen landed and came back to his senses, he felt incomplete.

Had ten days passed?

He couldn't help but heave a long sigh.

Of the books in the third floor of the Green Hill Scripture Pavilion, Wang Chen had completely read and memorized a third of them.

Another two-thirds were either unrelated to cultivation or not in harmony with the Tao.

Actually, if he had more time, he'd like to look through them carefully, even just as reference and accumulation.

Of course, Wang Chen was not the type of person who was insatiable.

He steadied his spirits, bowed deeply, and said, "Many thanks to my senior for your great kindness. Wang Chen will remember it in his heart and will surely repay it in the future!"

The Fox Empress was of such a stature that she definitely did not care about Wang Chen's repayment, even though he had now formed his Golden Core.

But for Wang Chen, this kindness couldn't be forgotten.

He needed to show his stance.

Wang Chen waited for a moment and heard a "hmm" sound entering his ears.

With a trace of melancholy, he summoned the Dragon Abyss Sword and flew towards the direction of Thousand Star Immortal City.

Now that Wang Chen's Cultivation Level had stepped into the Golden Core Realm, controlling this Life-bound Flying Sword was even more effortless, supported by the robust and unparalleled True Yuan, racing through the air like lightning, and he arrived at his destination before sunset.

Seeing the Thousand Star Immortal City built upon the Dragon Turtle once again gave Wang Chen a feeling of a world away.

Wang Chen had stayed in the Foggy Mountain Realm for more than a decade, but only a short year had passed in the Haotian Realm. In fact, there had been no change to the Thousand Star Immortal City; it was his feelings that had changed.

After entering the city, Wang Chen headed straight for his home.

One year was neither long nor short, and he originally did not expect his trip to Green Hill to be so full of twists and turns, nor did he know how Su Ziling, who had stayed behind to watch the home, was doing.

Please, let there be no trouble!

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