If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Is it possible to get through this or not?

He hesitated for a moment, then made a decision.

First, take the Jade Spirit Sword off your waist.

Hold it in your hand, not on your body.

At the same time, actively suppress the fluctuations of true energy throughout the body to the lowest level.

Enter a purely passive, breath-concealing mode for the Moon Shadow Illusion Pendant.

Then he took a deep breath and stepped toward the stone wall.

The instant the toes touched the membrane of spiritual energy.

Mo Chengyue felt as if his whole body was enveloped in a layer of warm water.

The membrane did not stop him, but flowed along his body surface.

It was like an invisible hand touching his entire body.

That feeling was extremely strange.

It was as if something was examining every inch of his body.

The test lasted less than a breath before it ended, and the membrane was released.

He walked through the stone wall and stepped into the space on the other side.

My first reaction wasn't to observe the surroundings, but to look down and check my waist.

The personal storage bag is still there.

The Azure Spirit Sword was still in his hand.

Both things passed successfully.

His anxiety eased somewhat.

Then he looked up.

The moment he saw it, his breath caught in his throat.

This is a small room.

It is about five zhang in circumference, and the dome is hemispherical and arched, about three zhang high.

The four walls, the dome, and the floor are all made of white marble, a material consistent with the secret passage.

But this room was unlike any other space he had ever been to before.

The air was humid, no, not just humid, but so rich in spiritual energy that it was almost liquid.

With each breath, he could feel tiny droplets of spiritual energy sliding into his lungs through his nasal cavity.

It was as refreshing as swallowing a mouthful of ice-cold mountain spring water.

The entire room was enveloped in a layer of pale golden light.

The source of the light mist was in the very center of the room.

A small pond.

The pool is about two zhang square, with the edge carved from a single piece of white marble in the shape of a minimalist lotus petal.

The water in the pool—if it can be called "water."

It was so clear it defied common sense.

There was clearly a reflection on the water's surface and slight ripples.

But looking down from the edge of the pool, it seems as if the pool has no bottom.

Your gaze will be drawn in by that pure transparency.

Until consciousness faded.

A warm, golden-white radiance silently diffused outwards from the pool water.

Transform the entire room into a miniature cocoon of light.

Mo Chengyue stood at the entrance of the room without moving.

His gaze shifted away from the small pond.

I began scanning the rest of the room following my instinctive screening process.

The four walls are covered with murals.

But it is completely different from the dark gold, archaic lines in the secret passage that tell the myths of the blue planet.

The murals here are all covered with dense array patterns.

The lines are extremely fine and delicate, with the thinnest part being less than one-third the thickness of a human hair.

They were nested and interconnected in a way he had never seen before.

It covers all available space from the ground to the dome.

Mo Chengyue's mastery of formations is already among the best in his class.

But he watched for a full ten breaths.

I could only barely make out a few basic array symbols in the outermost layer of patterns.

"Lock", "seal", "isolate", "sever".

The deeper structure was completely beyond his comprehension.

His assessment was extremely concise.

"This thing is at least three to five major levels higher than the array system I can understand right now."

He did not get bogged down in the formation.

The gaze continued to move.

It landed on a low table in the corner of the room.

The low table is also made of white marble.

On it was a jade slip about the size of a palm.

The jade slip is milky white all over.

The surface is engraved with two ancient and simple seal script characters.

He walked over and bent down to identify it.

"Feather Classic"

He had never heard of that name.

I worked a long shift on the second floor of the Hehuan Sect's Sutra Repository.

A vast collection of classical texts.

These two words have never appeared before.

He picked up the jade slip and tentatively probed it with his divine sense.

The information inside the jade slip was protected by a gentle spiritual seal.

It requires a specific method to interpret.

It's not unsolvable, it just takes time.

Mo Chengyue put the jade slip into his storage bag and closed his eyes again.

It took about thirty breaths.

The array patterns on the four walls were imprinted using the perception and imprinting method of the Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique.

It was copied perfectly into the depths of his consciousness, without missing an inch.

"Save the formation for now, and save the jade slip as well."

He opened his eyes.

"These are things I'll study later if I'm lucky enough to live a long life."

Then his gaze returned to the small pond in the center of the room.

"Let's get down to business first."

Mo Chengyue did not immediately approach the spirit pool.

He squatted about two zhang away from the edge of the pool and stared at the water for a long time.

The pool water is too clean.

It's abnormally clean.

He never believed in stories of "manna from heaven".

From Earth's corporate slaves to cultivation-themed corporate slaves, this ironclad rule has never changed.

He started doing the tests.

As a first step, he tore off a corner of his robe and threw it into the pool.

The fabric sank slowly after being submerged in water.

A very shallow ripple spread across the pool water.

The golden-white light rippled slightly.

Three breaths later, the cloth floated to the surface of the water.

He fished it out and took a look.

The frayed edges of the fabric, which had been torn apart in the battle, were now neatly trimmed.

The fiber arrangement becomes visibly denser.

It even feels softer to the touch than before.

"Repairing the structure of matter?"

He muttered something but didn't come to a conclusion.

The second step was for him to take out a low-grade spiritual weapon short knife that had been broken in two from his storage bag.

He took the tattered items from a demon minion and threw the two broken blades into the pool.

The light rippled again, this time lasting for about ten breaths.

He retrieved the dagger—the broken blade was restored.

The cracks on the blade completely disappeared, and the spiritual energy inscriptions were even clearer than before.

There is a subtle trend of quality transitioning from low-grade to mid-grade.

Mo Chengyue's fingers trembled slightly.

It wasn't excitement, but a physiological reaction to being overwhelmed by a huge amount of information.

Repair matter, repair magical artifacts, and improve quality.

What if this effect could be applied to the physical bodies of living beings?

What if it could be applied to shattered inner elixir?

What if it could be applied to a soul that was about to dissipate?

He needs a live experiment.

Mo Chengyue found what he needed on the floor in the corner of the room.

The corpse of a small monster.

It is not large, about the size of two fists, and its body is covered with short, dark gray fur.

It has a thin tuft of hair standing upright on each side of its head, which looks quite like twin ponytails.

Judging from his knowledge of the demon race.

This should be a twin-tailed cat from Guangdong Province on Earth.

In the cultivation world, they are considered common, lowly demons.

It's worthless and has little fighting power.

Its cause of death was obvious: its abdomen was pierced by a subtle residual wave of spiritual energy.

The internal organs were shattered, and the entire body was completely stiff and cold.

His eyes were cloudy and dull, devoid of any life.

Judging from the degree of stiffness and the speed at which the residual spiritual energy dissipates.

The exact time of death is unknown.

This twin-tailed look likely comes after the ruins were opened.

A subordinate demon who followed a certain faction into the palace.

He was killed by stray bullets in the crossfire from the direction of the main hall.

The body rolled down to the vicinity of the entrance to the secret room.

Or rather—before he passed through that membrane of spiritual energy.

The body was already in the room.

He bent down and picked up the body of the girl with pigtails.

The little thing's body was as stiff as a stone; it was completely dead.

He weighed it in his hand—it was very light, probably a little over half a pound.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Mo Chengyue said to the cold little corpse in his hand.

"If this thing could really bring the dead back to life."

"You are the first beneficiary."

"If not..."