Path of Alchemy Mastery-Chapter 338 - 339: The Location of the Ultimate Secret Manual

With Mu Can’s intellect, he figured out the problem in an instant. Now looking at the bookshelf at the end of the path, bursting with dazzling light, a particular feeling arose in Mu Can’s heart.

In the Mortal World, there are many kinds of Demon Beasts, mysterious and powerful, yet the flesh of these Demon Beasts can enhance a Cultivator’s physical quality. Therefore, a profession emerged in the Mortal World—Demon Beast Hunters. These hunters are not necessarily highly skilled, but they are masters of setting traps.

They always try to avoid direct confrontation when capturing Demon Beasts. Knowing that Demon Beasts can generally overwhelm a Cultivator of the same level with their natural talent and physical quality, and many of these beasts possess intelligence comparable to humans.

Still, these Demon Beasts cannot escape being hunted by the hunters because they set traps, tailored to lure different kinds of Demon Beasts. Despite any doubts, these beasts often charge into the traps, unable to resist the lure.

Mu Can felt like a Demon Beast caught in a trap. To him, the dazzling light was the greatest bait, and at this moment, he was still deciding whether to take the risk.

If he wins, he is confident that he will pass the final test and bring out the Cultivation Technique obtained here.

"Damn it, let’s go for it. Am I being treated like a Demon Beast? Don’t you know that if Demon Beast Hunters misjudge the strength of a beast, it might well end up well-fed and leave without a care?" Mu Can steeled his heart and decided to take the chance.

Win or lose, how could it matter? Missing such a grand opportunity would be the real regret.

Mu Can had this advantage: once he made a decision, he would put in his all immediately.

Brushing off non-existent dirt from his clothes, Mu Can strode forward.

His target was clearly the bookshelf at the end of the path, pulsating with enticing light, continuously proclaiming its presence.

"Exactly as expected." While Xu Liang was picking his Secret Skills, he kept an eye on Mu Can’s situation. Seeing Mu Can walk decisively toward the farthest bookshelf, he nodded silently.

Indeed, one who can become a Martial Saint Level powerhouse holds deep confidence in themselves. A person filled with self-doubt cannot possibly stand at the pinnacle of the Mortal World.

However, Xu Liang was also filled with worry. Mu Can’s choice effectively placed both their fates on his shoulders. Should Mu Can fail and gain nothing, their future battles would undoubtedly be affected.

"I hope you succeed." With Xu Liang’s intellect, he had guessed the trials within the Scripture Pavilion. He understood that the bookshelves at the end held immense temptation for a Martial Saint. God knows what level of Secret Skills were contained—perhaps capable of founding a superpower once taken out.

Now, all else disappeared from Mu Can’s sight, except for the bookshelf at the end of the path, akin to a person walking in the night with only a distant light visible.

The world seemed quiet at this moment, with only the sounds of Mu Can’s heartbeat and breath beside him. He walked forward step by step, battling the pressure around him.

One step, two steps, Mu Can walked tirelessly forward. The pressure that could tire an Intermediate Martial Saint was immense. Watching Mu Can’s slow but steadfast steps, Xu Liang was filled with admiration.

When Mu Can looked up, he was already standing atop the massive bookshelf. Although feeling almost exhausted, it was only upon truly facing this bookshelf that a surge of strength burst forth within him.

He couldn’t even imagine what he had just gone through—it was possible that he was the only person to reach the end of the Scripture Pavilion path since the establishment of Tongshen Mountain. Remember, the founder of Tongshen Mountain was likely a powerhouse just below the Thief of the Heavenly Dao. The pressure faced by Mu Can tested not just strength but willpower; the pressure each Cultivator faced correlated with their own Cultivation, even someone at Martial Saint Peak, Void Level could not reach here without an unwavering heart.

Looking up at the bookshelf ahead, after arriving here, that brilliant light slowly receded, and everything behind him had also disappeared. The intense pressure eased, and Mu Can, drenched in sweat, nearly collapsed to the ground.

"Number 72 successfully reached the location of the Ultimate Secret Manual. Wish him luck."

A voice rang in the ears of all Cultivators in the Scripture Pavilion.

"Woof! This guy is indeed impressive, I can’t be worse off," Wang Cai knew Mu Can’s number, knowing that "72" was Mu Can. At the moment, Wang Cai was also striving towards the bookshelf at the end. Coincidentally, a follower of the Wangcai Divine Sect was grouped with Wang Cai, who, of course, supported Wang Cai’s choice unconditionally.

However, Wang Cai had an easier time moving forward than Mu Can, as the Compass on his chest emitted a faint light, helping him resist the pressure around him.

If Mu Can saw this scene, he would definitely curse, "Damn, there’s even such an operation."

Facing the bookshelf, Mu Can entered a dilemma of choice.

Faced with deciding, he felt at a loss because the founder of the Scripture Pavilion was too cunning—apart from the different gleams on the surface, there was no discernible difference between the books.

How could he choose, by fate or by luck?

Mu Can felt that although the pressure wasn’t bearing down on him anymore, each of the Secret Manuals exerted a tremendous pressure. It wasn’t that the pressure had disappeared, but had concentrated within the manuals themselves.

"By luck?"

Although Mu Can was very lucky, almost considered to have overpowering Qi Fortune, in such a situation, he still didn’t want to leave the outcome to chance.

What to choose? There were forty-nine Secret Manuals on the bookshelf, even more than he had previously seen. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

At this moment, different colors of light emitted, casting the small room in a beautiful array of hues.