Chapter 595: Deduction of the Art of Clone, That Is Sect Master Ye

Chapter 595: Chapter 595: Deduction of the Art of Clone, That Is Sect Master Ye

“Sect Master Ye, what are you doing here?” Multitreasure Daoist scrutinized Ye Feng and, upon noticing the Purple Bamboo Order in his hand, his pupils shrank, “Hiss! That’s actually the Identity Token of Yuzhu!”

Ye Feng hurriedly tucked away the Purple Bamboo Order.

“I’ve met with Yuzhu. Now, I’m heading to the Scripture Pavilion in Holy City. Could fellow Daoist Multitreasure perhaps show me the way?”

“You’re going to the Scripture Pavilion? I’m heading there too, on the same path!”

“So… shall we go together?”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking!”

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In just a few words, the two had teamed up and flew together toward the Holy City Scripture Pavilion, thousands of miles away.

Along the way, Multitreasure Daoist was very enthusiastic, asking questions about every little thing, which somewhat annoyed Ye Feng.

“This guy must have seen that I have the Identity Token of Yuzhu and thinks I have a good relationship with Yuzhu. He’s intentionally trying to make a connection…”

Ye Feng thought to himself.

Indeed, that was exactly the case.

Soon, the two landed near an immensely large cluster of tower buildings. Looking up, they beheld dozens of pagodas, majestic and imposing.

“Sect Master Ye, this is the Scripture Pavilion of Holy City. There are a total of twenty-eight pagodas, all filled with ancient tomes,” Multitreasure Daoist said with a smile as he introduced the place.

“Hmm, then I’ll just take a look around,” Ye Feng said as he approached the first pagoda.

“Who goes there?”

Two armored guards stepped out brandishing long spears and crossed them in front of Ye Feng, blocking his way.

They were both at the third level of the Divine Origin Realm.

In Mystique Kingdom, such strength could found a Three-Star ancient power, but here at the Holy City Scripture Pavilion, they were only ordinary guards.

“Ye Feng of Misty Sect, here to visit the Scripture Pavilion for research,” Ye Feng introduced himself proactively.

“Misty Sect?”

“Never heard of it.”

The two guards shook their heads.

One of them reached out to Ye Feng and said, “To access the materials, you must pay a block of Upper Grade Spirit Stone each day. Moreover, you need to pay three in advance. When you leave, the actual reading time will be calculated, and you’ll be refunded or charged the difference.”

“I’ll pay for the Spirit Stone!”

Multitreasure Daoist immediately laid down a Supreme Grade Spirit Stone and then, glaring at the two guards, rebuked with a stern face,

“You two greenhorns, do you know who this is? This is Sect Master Ye from Misty Sect, carrying the Identity Token of Yuzhu. Your disrespect is practically asking for trouble!”

“What?”

The faces of the two guards changed dramatically.

Yuzhu, the personal disciple of Jiaoyang Ancient Saint with extremely high aptitude. Even the City Lord of Jiaoyang Holy City has to show her some respect.

“Ah… this big mouth!”

Helpless about Multitreasure Daoist’s blabbering, Ye Feng had no choice but to reveal Yuzhu’s Purple Bamboo Order.

“We’ve seen our senior!”

“You may access all the ancient tomes in the Scripture Pavilion for free.”

“Here is the Spirit Stone, returned to the two of you.”

The two guards were scared half to death, hurriedly returning Multitreasure Daoist’s Supreme Grade Spirit Stone and ushering Ye Feng into the pagoda with great politeness.

In front of a colossal bookshelf.

Ye Feng had already put away the Purple Bamboo Order and, looking at Multitreasure Daoist’s fawning face beside him, said, “Fellow Daoist Multitreasure, could you please not reveal my identity?”

“It’s fine, it can bring convenience,” Multitreasure Daoist chuckled.

Hearing this, Ye Feng was somewhat speechless, thinking to himself what a guy – just to save a bit on reading fees, you deliberately outed me, right?

Ye Feng glanced away with a curled lip and began searching within the Scripture Pavilion.

Before long.

He found several hundred types of Spells related to avatars and concealing one’s presence, all associated with Divine Skills.

In the Scripture Pavilion, Divine Skills were not common.

These powerful tomes were generally privately held within major powers and not placed in the Holy City Scripture Pavilion, where one could simply spend some Spirit Stones to gain access.

However, in the Scripture Pavilion, one could find Spells from First to Ninth Grade, with a total of over a million types.

“Truly an abundant collection!”

Ye Feng marveled inwardly, sat at a spot, and began reading through hundreds of ancient tomes on the table.

At the same time, he utilized his Heart of Wisdom.

With his extraordinary comprehension, it took less than ten breaths to memorize a Spell and master it.

So, to onlookers, it seemed as if Ye Feng casually flipped through a book before moving on to the next one.

“What’s he doing?”

“Just flipping through books randomly?”

Many cultivators noticed Ye Feng’s actions, and some couldn’t help discussing them.

But Ye Feng couldn’t be bothered.

In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed.

Ye Feng had finally learned these hundreds of spells. Then, using the extraordinary comprehension of the Heart of Wisdom, he siphoned the essence and gradually deduced the rudimentary form of a divine skill named “Technique of Avatar Creation”, beginning to formulate deeper calculations.

“What is Sect Master Ye doing?”

Not far away, Multitreasure Daoist was sprawled on the bookshelf, stealthily observing Ye Feng’s every move.

On his seat.

Ye Feng kept writing on the table with his hand, leaving behind golden runes that looked very ancient and profound. The young cultivators around him couldn’t understand at all.

“What is this?”

A Spirit Sea Realm prodigy rubbed his eyes, feeling as if he had gone blind, unable to understand what Ye Feng was writing.

Half an hour later.

Ye Feng took a deep breath, a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, and returned the several hundred ancient books to their original places.

After that, he left the Scripture Pavilion with a relaxed air.

“Look, that pretentious guy finally left.”

“He even left special golden inscriptions on the table. I can’t understand a thing. Was he scribbling nonsense?”

Many young cultivators rushed over, surrounding the table where Ye Feng had just been sitting.

“What’s all this commotion about?”

At that moment, an old man with youthful features and at the peak of the Divine Origin Realm, with hands clasped behind his back, approached with an aura of authority.

“I greet the Scripture Pavilion Elder.”

“Somebody was messing with books and scribbling all over the table. I think we should bring that person back to clean it up.”

“Exactly.”

Everyone was talking at once.

“Hmph, is that so?”

The Scripture Pavilion Elder frowned slightly, standing in front of the table. When he saw the golden inscriptions that hadn’t entirely faded, he felt as if his own divine soul was being drawn into them.

Thump, thump, thump…

He staggered back several steps, shocked, leaving a long trail of footprints on the floor.

“Idiots! You understand nothing! That senior was using hundreds of spells to deduce an exquisitely brilliant divine skill, but you’re all blind to its brilliance!”

The Scripture Pavilion Elder said in shock, scolding the crowd.

“Ah?”

“Deducing divine skills, isn’t that an indication of a terrifying level of comprehension?”

“That individual looks so young and with no mana fluctuations, could it be that he is actually a peerless expert?”

Everyone gasped in astonishment.

“Hmm, truly a case of not recognizing a thoroughbred when it’s right in front of you!”

Multitreasure Daoist walked leisurely from the corner, his presence of the Void Break Realm causing everyone’s breathing to become weighted.

“That was none other than Yuzhu’s good friend, the Misty Sect’s Sect Master, Ye Feng. It’s laughable that you inexperienced juniors mistook his visit to the Scripture Pavilion for aimless book browsing!”

“Forget it, let’s not talk about it.”

“At this time, Sect Master Ye should be waiting for me outside. I take my leave!”

Multitreasure Daoist put on an act and swiftly made his exit.

“Yuzhu’s friend?”

“The Sect Master of the Misty Sect, Ye Feng!”

“Who exactly is this person?”

The people of the Scripture Pavilion widened their eyes, whispering among themselves, with the image of Ye Feng’s departing figure imprinted in their minds.

Outside the Scripture Pavilion.

Multitreasure Daoist looked around but couldn’t see Ye Feng anywhere, feeling a sudden surge of anxiousness.

“Sect Master Ye, wait for me!”

Multitreasure Daoist called out, but there was no response from Ye Feng. With a sigh, he flew off in a certain direction.

…

Ye Feng didn’t linger and went straight back to the Misty Sect.

He sat cross-legged at the peak, entering the state of Origin Qi. As soon as he had the strength of his cultivation, he immediately applied the”Technique of Avatar Creation”.

Swoosh!

He turned into two Ye Fengs, with identical auras. But in the next moment, one of the Ye Fengs transformed, taking on the appearance and visage of Young Master Misty.

The replication was so vivid that even Yuzhu herself wouldn’t be able to tell the real from the fake.

“Success!”

A slight smile appeared on Ye Feng’s lips.

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