"If the ancestors of the Ming Cult knew the true identity of the Sacred Flame Insignia, I'm afraid they would be so embarrassed that they would vomit blood."
Mo Wen thought to himself weirdly. To have a treasure in one's hand but not know its true identity would be a huge blow to anyone.
He could only lament that the Sacred Flame Sword was hidden too well. If not for the genius of the 37th Ming Cult Leader, this item would have been buried for many years.
With a slight turn of his palm, the blade of the Sacred Flame Sword retracted without a sound. At the same time, the temperature in the secret room gradually returned to normal.
"After receiving such a big favor from the Ming Cult, it seems that I have to be the Ming Cult Leader for once."
Mo Wen reluctantly disassembled the Sacred Flame Sword into seven pieces of the Sacred Flame Insignia and assembled them again. This time, it became a simple belt. After putting it on and adjusting the size, it was almost no different from a normal belt.
The hidden ability of the Sacred Flame Insignia made Mo Wen gasp in admiration. The person who had forged the Sacred Flame Sword was simply an exceptional genius.
Scanning the secret room, Mo Wen bowed respectfully to Chang Qingfeng's skeleton three times. Since he had inherited his heritage, he would fulfill Chang Qingfeng's request. Although he had no interest in establishing a cult, he preferred to live a carefree and unfettered life.
With a choice in his heart, Mo Wen began to wander around the secret chamber. He walked to the front of the three big bookshelves on the west side and casually took out a few books to flip through. He discovered that they were all Ming Cult's martial arts teachings and techniques. All the Ming Cult's martial arts teachings were placed in the secret chamber, preserving the Ming Cult's most complete heritage.
[Sacred Flame Palm Technique], [Cold Ice Soft Force], [Formless Rod], [Seven Wounding Fist], [Heavenly Eagle Steps], [Purple Dragon Art] … There were close to a hundred martial arts manuals, but compared to [Heaven and Earth Great Shift] and [Nine Yang Manual], there was a difference of who knows how many levels.
Mo Wen flipped through a few books casually and lost interest. He walked to another bookshelf. The books there were all about the secrets of the martial arts circle and the history of the Ming Cult. Although they were all classics, Mo Wen had no interest in them.
Bored, he walked to the last bookshelf. After flipping through a few books casually, Mo Wen's expression became serious. The books on the third bookshelf were actually all books related to medicine. Moreover, the collection was very rich. It had been passed down for thousands of years, and there were all kinds of medical books.
In the history of the Ming Cult, there had always been a Divine Doctor, and there had always been a legacy of medical skills. This was especially so for the 34th Cult Leader of the Ming Cult. His medical skills were profound, and he was known as the Great Medical Sage. He had spread the medical skills of the Ming Cult far and wide, and his name was known throughout the world.
It was said that the medical master of the 34th Cult Leader was called Hu Qingniu. He was known as the Divine Doctor, and his medical skills were unfathomable. He was the best doctor in the world at that time.
It was precisely because of such a master that the 34th cult master of Ming Cult was able to surpass his master and push Ming Cult's medical skills to the peak.
At that moment, the secret chamber was filled with the medical classics of the Ming Cult that had been passed down for a thousand years. It was practically a priceless treasure trove.
Yellow Emperor's Canon of Internal Medicine, Hua Tuo's Inner Zhao Diagram, Wang Shuhe's Classic of Pulse, Thousand Gold Wings, Wang Chi's Secrets of External Stage, Yellow Emperor's Frog Scripture, Western Zimingtang's Moxibustion Scripture, Taiping Shenghui Prescriptions, Acupuncture Classics A and B, Thousand Gold Prescriptions …
There were so many medical classics that it was a little dazzling. Many of them were the only copies that had been passed down for generations. They were so rare that it was impossible to measure their value. In particular, the medical knowledge in them was not the basic medicinal herbs recorded in Li Shizhen's Compendium of Materia Medica.
Some of the medicinal herbs in the books had records of all kinds of medicinal herbs, including many rare and even hard to find medicinal herbs.
There were also some magical medicinal herbs that Mo Wen did not know what they were. It seemed like there were no such medicinal herbs in his previous world. Perhaps there were, but they had not been discovered, or their uses were unknown.
For Mo Wen, these medical classics had an immeasurable value. When he had thoroughly studied them, not only would his medical skills improve, but he would also be able to integrate the medical skills of his previous world with the medical skills of this world. After integrating the knowledge of medicinal herbs, he would still be the Divine Doctor Mo Wen.
For a moment, Mo Wen was completely immersed in the vast medical classics, and he did not know the time outside.
After an unknown period of time, a soft sobbing sound interrupted Mo Wen's thoughts. He frowned and subconsciously looked out of the secret chamber.
Who was crying?
Mo Wen mumbled to himself and prepared to continue studying the medical skills. The medical skills of the Ming Cult were indeed extensive and profound. The summaries of the medical skills of the Miracle Doctors of the Ming Cult were all rare essences of the medical skills. Even Mo Wen would often clap his hands and exclaim in admiration when he read the exciting parts.
However, the next moment, Mo Wen realized that something was wrong. At this moment, he was in the secret cave abode. Who could be crying?
After coming to his senses, he did not need to think to know who it was. Mo Wen immediately put down the book in his hands and walked out.
Previously, he had been completely immersed in the exquisite medical classics and had actually forgotten about Qin Xiaoyou.
He patted his head and awkwardly walked back to the karst cave outside.
Unknowingly, the sky had turned bright. A ray of sunlight shone through the crack above his head, illuminating the karst cave quite a bit. Mo Wen had actually stayed in the secret chamber for an entire night.
On the big net not far away, a petite figure was curled up into a ball. Her small body trembled as she sobbed.
The sunlight shone through the crack above his head, enveloping the whole big net in golden sunlight. If he guessed correctly, the big net should be the net bed that the owner of the secret chamber used to lie down and bask in the sun.
"Why are you crying again?"
Mo Wen touched his nose and smiled awkwardly.
He could understand Qin Xiaoyou's feelings at this moment. A girl had fallen off the cliff. Although she did not die, in such an environment, she could not cry out for help. Only the heavens knew if she could make it out alive. In her sadness and fear, it was inevitable that she could not control her emotions.
Mo Wen had tested it before. The satellite communication device could not communicate with the outside world. There seemed to be a layer of strange power in the karst cave that was interfering with the signal. Being in the karst cave, he could not receive the signal from the outside world at all. At the same time, he could not send any messages out.
Previously, he could not contact Qin Xiaoyou, so he guessed that she must have run to a place that could block the satellite signal. However, he later denied this guess because it was illogical. He did not expect it to actually be true.
However, thinking about it, it made sense. A strange cave abode, the thousand-year inheritance of the Ming Cult, suddenly appearing was something illogical.
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