Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 515 - 60 I Also Do Not Kill the Nameless Ghost

Wuxiang Valley was not far from Chengshan City, or rather, all the cities belonging to Wuxiang Valley were not far from the valley itself.

The Wilderness Land was vast, and land was the least valuable asset. Almost all major cities spread radially outward from the sect at their center.

If there were exceptions, it meant that the land held some resource so rare that even the sects considered it precious.

Most blood battles between sects occurred because of this.

Martial Artists and Wizards were different; Martial Arts consumed enormous amounts of resources. A Wizard just needed to practice the Meditation Method to easily reach the peak of their current level.

But Martial Artists were different.

Besides needing to spend a great amount of time visualizing to enhance their spiritual power, they also had to consume vast quantities of Magic Potions and Magic Beast flesh, either through dietary means or medicinal baths.

And because the efficiency of visualization diagrams was so poor, the vast majority of Martial Artists in the Wilderness Land promoted to higher levels through Physique Evolution.

Wild Beastmen called this act "breaking the shackles."

After flying with the Wuxiang Valley team for seven days, Richard finally arrived at Wuxiang Valley.

The journey was smooth sailing, much to the relief of the middle-aged man leading the team.

This leader, a middle-aged man named Liu Wuming, was the youngest disciple of the current Sect Leader of Wuxiang Valley. This mission was his first time leading the disciples of Wuxiang Valley on an external task.

Although the name of Wuxiang Valley suggested a valley, the headquarters were actually situated atop a mountain.

Richard followed the disciples of Wuxiang Valley to the Mountain Gate, looking at the cloud-enshrouded peaks ahead, he thought to himself,

"Qi Men Array."

Just as the thought passed through Richard’s mind, Liu Wuming said, "Master Chu, our Wuxiang Valley is surrounded by a Qi Men Array. If we fly over the area, we’ll be attacked by Wild Beasts hidden in the clouds, so we will need to walk the rest of the way."

Richard nodded slightly, "Then let us proceed on foot."

Walking along the mountain path, the mist created by the Qi Men Array prevented Richard from clearly seeing the surroundings. However, with his senses that were beyond the ordinary, he could distinctly feel the lurking dangers hidden deep within the clouds.

The Qi Men Array could trap people, and it could also kill.

The path ahead was full of forks, each leading to different places. Liu Wuming navigated the forks with familiarity, and after going down the last one, Richard suddenly felt a sense of openness.

Before him, a majestic hall resonated with deep, solemn chants.

"Once we pass through this hall, we will officially be entering Wuxiang Valley."

Richard observed the hall and covertly activated his Energy Vision. The next instant, the dense network of energy pathways inside the hall entered his view.

"This hall is not simple," Richard remarked calmly.

Liu Wuming chuckled lightly, "The Master has keen eyes. This hall is the final barrier of Wuxiang Valley. Within this hall, all methods of disguise will fail."

Hearing this, Richard’s heart skipped a beat.

All methods of disguise would fail? Then if he entered, wouldn’t he be—

"Master, let us go," Liu Wuming said, not noticing Richard’s concern and leading the way into the hall.

Richard hesitated internally, but he couldn’t back out now that the arrow was on the bowstring. He couldn’t suddenly claim a stomachache prevented him from entering, could he?

If worst came to worst, he would fight his way out of the Mountain Gate. As a Level 3 creature elevated beyond the ordinary, equipped with the weapon known as Balancing Hand, and aided by the World Master of a civilized world, he was confident he could escape, even if the old Sect Master of Wuxiang Valley personally intervened.

Upon entering the hall, Richard’s body immediately felt a subtle tingling sensation. Under this stimulus, his cells showed signs of uncontrollable behavior.

But fortunately, Richard had transcended the ordinary, and his control over his body, as well as the cells of his body themselves, were much stronger than that of Level 3 creatures.

Although the hall affected his body somewhat, it was not enough to render his Invisible Face ineffective.

After passing through the hall, Richard was greeted by a vast array of palaces. The palaces were exquisitely decorated, with carved beams and painted columns, and adorned with gold and jade; they were so lavish that likening them to a Jade Palace was hardly an exaggeration.

However, after a glance, a trace of disdain flashed in Richard’s eyes.

Although these palaces were luxurious, they contained no Qi Men Array. To Richard, calling these palaces "All flash and no substance" was entirely apt.

But this also revealed the limitations of the Qi Men Array.

Unlike a Magic Array, Qi Men Array could not be set up just anywhere. The Qi Men Array needed Array Flags and an Array Eye, true, but the most critical aspect of a Qi Men Array was the environment.

A Qi Men Array must connect with heaven and earth to qualify. Not all places could form this connection; if the environment was improper, even with a complete set of Array Flags, the set Qi Men Array was no more than a paper tiger.

After entering the inner part of Wuxiang Valley, the disciples dispersed, leaving only Liu Wuming and Richard standing there.

Liu Wuming turned around and said to Richard, "Please rest for a moment, Master. Once I deliver this mask to the sect, someone will escort the Master to the Scripture Pavilion."

Having said that, he pulled out a yellow paper person from his sleeve and tossed it to his side. With a bang, the yellow paper person transformed into a golden humanoid Puppet.

"This is a Yellow Turban Warrior, a simple trinket of the Qi Men art. It will lead the Master to your resting place."

Richard looked on with interest at the Yellow Turban Warrior; a paper cut-out turned human, a skill detailed in his Qi Men book acquired from Mr. Ulysses.

This Qi Men Technique essentially involved the control of ghosts and powerful entities’ souls for one’s own use. Although Richard knew of it, he had never used this technique. Seeing it for the first time, he couldn’t help but feel a bit intrigued.

"I wonder if this Yellow Turban Warrior is precious?" Richard inquired.

Liu Wuming laughed, "Not particularly valuable. If the Master likes it, I shall gift this warrior to the Master. After I deliver the mask, I will pass on the method to control the Yellow Turban Warrior."

Richard nodded slightly, his words earnest, "Then I thank you, Brother Liu."

Following the yellow turbaned strongman, Richard communicated with Ulysses, who was hidden on his shoulder, using a spiritual message, "My friend, it’s your turn to make a move."

Ulysses flapped his wings once and disappeared behind the curtain.

"Got it, got it, I really am a hard-luck case, doing these menial tasks all day."

Before long, a disciple from Wuxiang Valley found Richard.

"Excuse me, are you Elder Chu? My junior uncle has ordered me to take you to the Scripture House."

Richard stood up, "Please lead the way."

...

The location of the Scripture House was on the mountainside within Wuxiang Valley, the only building inside Wuxiang Valley with a Qi Men Array.

Under the influence of this Qi Men Array, all shapeshifting and invisibility techniques would fail, and any spatial movement would be intercepted.

Of course, this array was still ineffective against Richard. In terms of sensation, it was not even as effective as the grand hall he had passed when entering Wuxiang Valley.

The Scripture House was vast. Although its area was not as large as Garon Wizard College’s library, it was as big as three or four football fields, with no fewer than nine floors. The collection of books was extensive, ranging from ancient to as recent as last week. From Qi Men Techniques to various Martial Arts, it was dazzling and overwhelming.

Using the mask, Richard could stay in the Scripture House for seven days, but he could only access the first six floors.

From the sixth floor upwards, the Martial Arts contained were the core teachings of Wuxiang Valley. Rumors said that on the ninth floor of the Scripture House, the original text of the Faceless Holy Scripture was kept.

After entering the Scripture House, Richard did not rush to the more advanced Martial Arts but started with the entry-level books available to the ordinary disciples of Wuxiang Valley.

As a Wizard, Richard knew the importance of fundamentals. A complex formula often evolved from the stacking and inferring of simple formulas.

If the foundation was flawed, then the high-rise built upon it would certainly have major problems.

Inside the Scripture House, there were few people, aside from those like Richard, who were there to read. The only person who could stay for long was a floor sweeper.

In truth, employing a sweeping monk was an overused trope. However, anyone who could stay long in the Scripture House was certainly no ordinary person. When Richard inquired, this floor sweeper did not hide his identity.

He was the third disciple of the Sect Master of Wuxiang Valley and the Tower Master of the Scripture House. Within Wuxiang Valley, aside from the Sect Master, his seniority was the highest.

After a brief conversation, the two hit it off very well. In Richard’s view, this Tower Master’s way of thinking was already very close to that of a Wizard.

This Tower Master was dedicated to systematically summarizing and finding patterns in Martial Arts, deriving higher-level Martial Arts from lower ones, in the hopes of discovering the ultimate principle—a foundation for all Martial Arts.

Apart from the latter half, this Tower Master was already very much like a Wizard.

With the Tower Master’s guidance, Richard found many treasures in the Book Collection Pavilion. From rare Qi Men Techniques to certain Martial Arts rumored to have been lost, the Scripture House was indeed full of treasures.

This further solidified Richard’s idea to rob the Scripture House.

While Richard was reading, Ulysses was surveying the terrain and defensive measures of the entire Wuxiang Valley. Even the Qi Men Array guarding Wuxiang Valley was almost fully understood by him.

After all, this crow came from a civilized background and was a Level 5 Life, his perspective and knowledge far exceeding even the Sect Master of Wuxiang Valley.

Time came to the sixth day.

"I’ve explored this place thoroughly. If you want to act, today’s the day," said Ulysses.

Ulysses landed on Richard’s shoulder, and an invisible force field concealed his form.

"Today? That works," Richard replied.

Richard placed the book he was holding back into the bookshelf. Over these six days, he had memorized the foundations of Martial Arts. What was left was to organize and synthesize this knowledge, and then assimilate it into his own use.

His objective for coming to the Scripture House had been achieved.

"By the way," Richard said, as if he had just thought of something, "did you encounter the Sect Master of Wuxiang Valley in the meantime? Although he’s close to death, he still is a World Master. With you scouting like this, didn’t he react at all?"

Ulysses spoke with a hint of disdain.

"Just a dying old man. Even if he found out, so what? If he dares to come, you and I together shouldn’t fear him."

"Alright, leave me an illusion. I still need to maintain this identity."

"Understood."

The next moment, the figures of the man and bird disappeared into the void.

On the ninth floor of the Scripture House, a figure cloaked in a black robe materialized out of thin air. Before him, an elderly Wild Beastman was leisurely flipping through the Faceless Holy Scripture.

"I was wondering why I felt like someone has been scurrying around inside the Sect lately, turns out a rat has sneaked in."

The old Beastman slammed the book shut, and an invisible pressure instantly filled the room.

"Little rat, how did you slip..."

Bang!

Before the old Beastman could finish his sentence, there was a loud noise, and to his astonishment, the little rat in front of him suddenly moved. A force, small yet in no way inferior in quality, burst through his pressure instantly.

The impact of the collision between the two forces trembled the entire Scripture House.

The old Beastman’s expression turned grave.

"So, you’re no rat. Leave your name. I, Wuxiang, do not slay nameless ghosts."

The man in black did not speak but simply drew with his hand, pulling out a pitch-black arm from the void.

"You say your name is enough because I don’t slay nameless ghosts either!"