"Oh … I know!" The cloaked man patted his forehead, "Book Pavilion!"
"Right." Xiang Nan nodded, "Pills cannot be passed down. If you eat them, you cannot eat them. If others eat them, you cannot eat them. However, cultivation techniques are different from martial skills."
"Ancient martial artists regarded cultivation techniques and martial skills as precious treasures. They would rather die than reveal them to other sects to cultivate."
"So, this must be the library or something."
"Since this is such a dignified place, it will definitely be very difficult for me to enter. I don't know if it will take dozens or even hundreds of Elders to pass the council to open the mountain gate."
"As for the remains of the elders outside, they also confirmed my thoughts. Thus, I placed the waist tokens of the 111 elders on the formation, and the mountain gate naturally opened."
The cloaked man's eyes lit up, "Good analysis! It sounds quite simple from what you said, but if you don't have a clue, you won't be able to think of anything. You're probably the smartest young man in the entire Southern Domain, right?"
"Me?" Xiang Nan shook his head, "I'm still a long way off."
Xiang Nan thought of Feng Xuan. He was a truly intelligent person. His reasoning ability had already reached the level of a monster.
"Alright." The cloaked man cupped his fists and said to Xiang Nan, "Since you have a broad mind and are willing to give me pointers, I also accept your righteousness."
"If you are in trouble, I will definitely help, but if others are in trouble, hehe, I will still not care."
Xiang Nan was speechless.
The cloaked man said, "Xiao Hai, get rid of the poison on Mr. Xiang Bei. He is his own brother."
"Poison?" Xiang Nan was stunned.
Shortly after, a short man suddenly appeared beneath Xiang Nan's feet. The short man jumped up and pinched Xiang Nan's wrist.
Xiang Nan hurriedly looked at his arm, only to find a streak of black gas, which strung down his shoulder towards his wrist, and then condensed into black water along his middle finger, dripping onto the ground.
"You poisoned me?" Xiang Nan said angrily.
The cloaked man said, "Yes, Xiao Hai poisoned you when you absorbed the Dragon Qi and swallowed the pills. I hope that your lord will not forget my mistakes and forgive us this time."
The short man also chuckled, "Brother Xiang Bei, you are so benevolent and righteous. You are very different from the disciples we have seen. We admire a man like Brother Xiang Bei very much."
"Because I told you how to open the door?" Xiang Nanqi said.
The cloaked man said, "Because you've saved the people of Son of Heaven Peak three times and four times, Little Hai and I both feel that you are very loyal."
"We won't save him, because we don't belong to the Son of Heaven Peak, and saving him is for the sake of our brothers."
"Brother Xiang, what do you think about these pillars? Why don't you tell me?" The little man smiled and stabbed Xiang Nan's arm.
At the side, Long Xingyun pulled Xiang Nan over and angrily said, "Why are you so close to them? Have you forgotten which side you are from?"
"Just now, this man robbed me of my credit! Have you forgotten?"
The cloaked man laughed coldly and hugged his shoulders. "Brother Xiang helped you three times and four times. We all look jealous in our eyes, but you don't know what's good for you. You think it's only natural for others to help you."
The little man also smiled sinisterly and said, "Some people are just shameless and have no skin. Brother Chuang is right to teach them a lesson."
"You guys!" Long Xingyun was furious.
"Shut up." Xiang Nan frowned and pointed ahead, "Look!"
Everyone turned to look.
Most of the martial artists were still on the ground, searching for clues on the pillar, but not far away, there were four or five martial artists sitting cross-legged on the top of the pillar, not knowing what they were doing.
The martial artists who were meditating at the top of the pillar remained motionless, as if they were using their cultivation techniques.
"You're here to cultivate?" The cloaked man sneered.
"Something's wrong." Xiang Nan shook his head, "It's not that simple. Go up and take a look!"
Xiang Nan found a pillar and flew up. He also sat on the top of the pillar. When he learned to meditate cross-legged like those martial artists, he suddenly felt a strange thought spreading from the pillar to his entire body.
Immediately after, a large amount of information appeared in his mind!
This information was actually a cultivation technique incantation!
"Holy sh*t!" Not far away, Xiao Hai cried out in alarm.
As soon as this movement occurred, the other martial artists also realized that for a time, many martial artists turned into afterimages and flew onto the pillars one after another.
Immediately after, everyone was shocked!
As long as one sat on each pillar, one would be able to obtain the martial skill inheritance of the pillar!
This kind of inheritance was not in the form of words. Instead, it directly entered the minds of martial artists with their thoughts. Thus, martial artists were able to directly understand how to cultivate, but they did not know what the incantation was, so they were unable to write it down.
Xiang Nan had long known that ancient martial artists were precious to him, but he never thought that they would reach such an extreme level!
Modern martial artists also knew that writing cultivation techniques and martial skills in books could be widely circulated. However, ancient martial artists did not use words to show off their martial skills in order to protect themselves.
This time, the martial artists went crazy! Cultivating crazily one by one.
That was a cultivation technique from 50,000 years ago! Every single one of them was incredibly precious.
But then, a fight broke out.
There were only a hundred pillars, but there were still more than 600 martial artists present.
Five hundred people didn't have a pillar to sit on, so they fought wildly and frantically.
Xiang Nan could feel that the pillar he was on was imparting to him a cultivation technique called Xiantian Skill.
This kind of technique was very basic. It was a Xiantian realm martial artist who used it to condense the first weather.
Xiang Nan had also cultivated the Xiantian Technique. This was a passive technique. After he had cultivated it, he would no longer be of any help.
However, the difference was that the Xiantian Skill that Xiang Nan cultivated was much simpler than the Xiantian Skill on this pillar.
The Xiantian Skill here was even more perfect and profound.
The martial artists on the other pillars also discovered this situation. For a moment, everyone was inexplicably shocked, but at the same time, they were overjoyed.
Xiang Nan frowned. Ancient masters would not teach their disciples kung fu. They would usually "leave a hand behind".
For example, a formidable Heaven Rank Elementary Sword Technique was divided into five moves, and each move was more formidable than the other. However, when Master taught it to his disciple, he only taught him four moves.
In order to prevent his disciple from surpassing him, his master would keep that last powerful move and wait until he died before telling his disciple.
But most of the time, Master would die suddenly, or be killed by his enemies, or die suddenly after practicing martial arts, and they would bring their own secrets along to the Yellow Springs Road.
Therefore, many of the martial skills passed down from the modern era, although their grades were still there, were almost incomplete. Some of them lacked the most powerful move, while others lacked the most important chants.
Some martial arts techniques were even more miserable. Originally, there were ten moves, but the more they spread, the fewer moves they had. You also "stayed behind", and he also "stayed behind". In the end, there were only two or three moves left, and some were even directly lost.
For example, the lightning tremors that Xiang Nan cultivated at the beginning were incomplete, so he didn't know what kind of complete cultivation method it was.
Things like this were common in ancient times!