Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

It turned out the book wasn’t categorized by the grade of the medicinal herbs, but by their attributes. The Medicinal Scripture totaled over fourteen thousand pages, and pill recipes astonishingly occupied more than twelve thousand of them. It was clear what an immense treasure this Ten Thousand Flowers Medical Scripture held.

As for why he had failed to bind with the Medicinal Scripture earlier, Mu Chen suspected it had something to do with that Golden Bean. So, he decided to try again. He sliced open his freshly healed finger, and a drop of crimson blood fell with a PAT onto the center of the scripture. This time, the blood didn’t pass through. However, the moment it made contact, Mu Chen suddenly felt the White Dragon Cauldron inside his body begin to tremble violently.

Startled, Mu Chen quickly summoned the White Dragon Cauldron. The moment the small, crystalline, white jade-colored cauldron appeared, it shot toward the Ten Thousand Flowers Medical Scripture without hesitation. Upon reaching the scripture, the White Dragon Cauldron erupted with a series of thunderous dragon roars. After a flash of light, the cauldron began to spin rapidly. As it spun, the nine lifelike white jade dragon engravings on its body suddenly flickered twice, then flew off the cauldron and into the open air.

ROAR!

The nine dragons roared in unison, and an immense pressure descended from above. This was only the beginning. The nine white jade dragon engravings all locked onto the Ten Thousand Flowers Medical Scripture resting on the platform. As if in response to the call of the White Dragons, the scripture flashed with golden light and also began to float.

ROAR!

With another arrogant roar, the nine dragon engravings spiraled and tightly enveloped the Ten Thousand Flowers Medical Scripture, forming a symmetrical pattern. The nine giant dragons positioned themselves around the scripture’s cover, their Dragon Heads reaching toward the center and their Dragon Tails fanning out in different directions. A massive red gemstone rose from the center of the cover, looking as though it were embedded within it.

Nine golden dragon carvings rose up along with it. The White Dragons seemed to guide the Golden Dragons, fixing them in place upon the Medicinal Scripture. With a final roar, all the White Dragons returned to the White Dragon Cauldron. From that moment on, an intimate connection formed between Mu Chen and the Ten Thousand Flowers Medical Scripture.

Still stunned, Mu Chen had a subconscious thought. The Ten Thousand Flowers Medical Scripture seemed to sense it and shot toward him, tumbling through the air. Seeing the scripture whistling toward him, Mu Chen flickered away in an attempt to dodge. But the book, as if clairvoyant, arrived directly at his landing spot and slammed into his forehead.

The moment the scripture flew at him, Mu Chen’s vision went black. ’It’s over,’ he thought. ’I, Mu Chen, am actually going to be killed by a book.’

But after a long moment, Mu Chen felt no pain. His vision quickly returned. The Ten Thousand Flowers Medical Scripture was gone, and the White Dragon Cauldron had returned to his body. Yet, his connection to the scripture remained. With a single thought, the Ten Thousand Flowers Medical Scripture appeared with a SWISH inside his mind.

That’s right. It hadn’t appeared in the Outer Realm, but inside his mind. It was like a miracle. Now, Mu Chen could clearly access the information within the Ten Thousand Flowers Medical Scripture without even needing to summon it. It felt as though all the knowledge of medicinal herbs and recipes had been imprinted directly onto his brain.

But what puzzled Mu Chen was that when the scripture entered his mind, the name it displayed was Golden Dragon Scripture, not Ten Thousand Flowers Medical Scripture. ’Could this be its true name?’ He glanced up at the Snow Qilin, which was still advancing in the air above. Deciding to wait, Mu Chen simply sat down, quieted his thoughts, and began to examine the contents of the Golden Dragon Scripture within his mind.

「In the back hall of the Ding Palace.」

The high-ranking Elders present were all stunned, staring dumbfounded at the scene transmitted by the crystal. Nine enormous White Dragons and nine enormous Golden Dragons intertwined, spiraling in the sky above them. At the center of the eighteen dragons, a red crystal radiated a fiery light.

No one present understood what they were seeing. Wan Xianzhong stared at the spiraling giant dragons with a grave expression and asked in a low voice, "What is happening? What are those giant dragons?"

But no one could answer him. Just then, an old man suddenly materialized in the back hall. His appearance was phantasmal—there were no spatial fluctuations, no tearing of space for a Spatial Transmission. It was as if he had been there all along, yet had never arrived.

"Congratulations on coming out of seclusion, Grand Elder!" Upon seeing the old man, everyone bowed, their voices filled with reverence. Even Wan Xianzhong lowered his head, bowed, and respectfully called out, "Grand Elder."

"Mm." This was a man ancient beyond measure. The wrinkles on his face were so deep-set they resembled a chrysanthemum, and he looked like a candle in the wind, liable to be snuffed out at any moment. His withered body seemed out of place wrapped in the wide robe, but not a single person dared to underestimate him, even though he emitted no trace of Primordial Power fluctuations.

He pointed at the nine White Dragons and exclaimed, "Those are White Dragons!"

"White Dragons?" Wan Xianzhong asked doubtfully, recovering from his shock.

The Grand Elder nodded, his expression exceptionally grave. "Yes. They are undoubtedly White Dragons. You are still young, so you might not understand the full history, but you should know the prerequisite for binding with the Ten Thousand Flowers Medical Scripture."

Wan Xianzhong nodded. "If I recall correctly, it also requires the acknowledgment of a cauldron."

"Correct. But do any of you know the name of that cauldron?" The Grand Elder scanned the faces of the others, but no one could answer. He shook his head. "Children, it seems the time has come to tell you about the two great treasures of the Ding Palace."

"Two great treasures? Doesn’t the Ding Palace only have the Ten Thousand Flowers Medical Scripture?" a middle-aged man with an Elder’s insignia asked, stepping forward in confusion.

The Grand Elder addressed him, "That is how it is now. In the past, our first Palace Master, Medicine Dust, founded this power, the Ding Palace. And the Palace’s Most Valuable Treasure he left behind included not just the Ten Thousand Flowers Medical Scripture you speak of, but also a cauldron—the cauldron our ancestor used, the White Dragon Cauldron!"

"The White Dragon Cauldron?" the Third Elder exclaimed. "No wonder I always felt the Ding Palace was missing something. It was missing a cauldron!"

"Mm! Legend has it that a hundred thousand years ago, the cauldron was stolen by a supreme Great Power and has never been recovered. That is precisely why no one in the Ding Palace has been able to bind with the Ten Thousand Flowers Medical Scripture, which ultimately led to the incident where it was stolen. According to historical records, the White Dragon Cauldron is engraved with nine White Dragons, and the Ten Thousand Flowers Medical Scripture contains nine sealed Golden Dragons. This is why its true name is the Golden Dragon Scripture. When the Golden Dragons and White Dragons merge and intertwine, it signifies the birth of another Medicine Dust. That person will be the true master of our Ding Palace. And judging from the phenomenon we just witnessed, someone has likely already broken the seal and bound themselves to both the scripture and the White Dragon Cauldron simultaneously." The Grand Elder looked at everyone with a wry, helpless smile.

"What?! Bound by an outsider? How could this happen? What will become of the Ding Palace’s honor?" The high-ranking members’ faces flushed red as they burst into a flurry of indignant cries.

The Grand Elder raised a hand and pressed down gently. The entire back hall suddenly dimmed. Everyone present felt the air become as heavy as lead, pressing down on them so hard they could barely breathe. Naturally, the chatter ceased immediately. With an indifferent expression, the Grand Elder snapped, "All of you, be quiet! Do you actually plan to kill this person? If you do that, the Golden Dragon Scripture and the White Dragon Cauldron will both disappear from this world forever. Then, our Ding Palace really will lose its Palace’s Most Valuable Treasures."

At his words, everyone froze, and the air around them returned to normal. "This is fate. Since the White Dragon Cauldron and the Golden Dragon Scripture have chosen this person, the destiny of our Ding Palace is now inextricably linked to his." As the Grand Elder spoke, a flicker of excitement flashed in his eyes. For so many years, only he had known the effects of the two treasures merging. "Alright, that’s enough. You are all dismissed."

The Grand Elder waved a hand, dismissing everyone but Wan Xianzhong. "Xianzhong, I haven’t seen Xian’Er for several days. Where is she?"

Wan Xianzhong replied, "Grand Elder, a few days ago, Xian’Er broke through to the Peak of Nine-Ring Martial Sect. She is currently in seclusion to consolidate her new realm."

"Oh? Truly a genius of our Ding Palace, reaching the Peak of Nine-Ring Martial Sect at only fifteen. It seems she will undoubtedly become an Emperor within a year at most. It’s time she went out to gain some experience," the Grand Elder said, his tone casual, though he gave Wan Xianzhong a meaningful glance.

Wan Xianzhong paused, then understood the implication. He said, somewhat troubled, "Go out to gain experience... But Xian’Er has such a cold and arrogant personality. I’m afraid she won’t be able to adapt to the world outside."

As soon as the words were out, the Grand Elder frowned. "You are always so protective of her. She will never mature into a true Martial Artist that way. If she doesn’t face some challenges, her potential will quickly be wasted. Do you want the genius of our Ding Palace to be a flower in a greenhouse?"

"But..." Wan Xianzhong started to protest, but the Grand Elder cut him off with an impatient flick of his sleeve. "Enough. Are you defying my decision? Xian’Er is my granddaughter. I cherish her more than you do, but cherishing her is not the same as coddling her. This matter is settled. Let her go to the Northern Continent to train. While she is there, she can also search for the whereabouts of the Saint Heir. I suppose you could say I have my own selfish reasons."

With that, the Grand Elder vanished on the spot. There was no spatial fluctuation, no warning sign—it was as if he had never come at all. Wan Xianzhong sighed with a wry smile and muttered to himself, "It seems even my own daughter must be sent away."

「In the Cave of Ten Thousand Bones」

A full three days had passed since the four great families entered the Illusion Realm. During that time, Chen Wenfu and Li Zongtang had finally broken free. When they realized they had been fighting each other the whole time, both men could only manage a bitter smile. Their Primordial Power was nearly depleted, their injuries were severe, and their once-tidy clothes were in tatters.

"It seems even the heavens are helping the Mu Family. We’re too wounded to ambush them now," Li Zongtang said with a sigh, sitting cross-legged on the ground.