Following Lin Fan’s lead, it didn’t take them long to reach the storage room of this pavilion.

However, it wasn’t as if there was much there.

Unlike the other pavilions, there wasn’t much that was required to run this place.

For those that engaged in poetry, the only real thing that they needed was proper paper and ink.

The real value of this poetry pavilion was the finished product that they made because those poems could be used for various things depending on what kind of poem was written down.

The topic of the poem and the quality would affect the effect that it created when the poem was taken out.

Looking around this storage room, it seemed like most of the poems that were here had already been taken away. The only ones that were still here were those that were of lower quality.

Though compared to poems that Ye Qing Huan had seen in the past, it wasn’t as if these poems were considered that low quality.

It was just that the Dao Sect was on a higher level than the current Five Great Sects. So even the low quality poems that the Dao Sect were considered high quality items for the Five Great Sects.

But these were things that were one time use, so it wasn’t as if they really had any value.

Though if one was as passionate about poetry as the elder was, then they would argue that these poems had artistic value. These were valuable that were worth preserving, so it wasn’t as if they should use these poems that easily.

However, it wasn’t as if they could take these things out.

There were too many things that they had already obtained from this place and it wasn’t as if they could use everything that they obtained at the same time.

So there really was no point in taking these poems with them.

While Ye Qing Huan and Xiao Mu had been looking at the poems that were scattered around the room, Lin Fan had been standing there almost as if he was standing in a daze.

That was because he was using the ink brush in his hands to look for something specific.

When he finally found it, he snapped out of his daze and moved towards one of the desks that were in this room.

Since this was a storage room for a pavilion that was dedicated to poetry, it was only natural that there were these desks for writing on that were stored here. But the one that Lin Fan approached was different from all of the rest.

In terms of appearance, it was certainly fancier than the rest of the desks.

This was a desk that was clearly meant for whoever was in charge of this pavilion, but it also seemed like it was just a spare desk. This certainly didn’t seem like the kind of desk that was hiding anything.

That was until Lin Fan reached under the desk.

His actions were smooth, as if he already knew what he was supposed to do. Though that was true to a certain extent since he could feel the ink brush guiding him.

This ink brush was the token that represented that he was the master of this place, which also meant that it allowed him full control of this pavilion and he could see all the different things that were hiding here.

Such as the hidden compartment of this desk.

With just a single press, there was a clicking sound that rang out before a secret compartment under the desk was opened up.

Inside of this hidden compartment was just a single book.

This book didn’t seem like much, but it was technically the secret technique that was passed down through this pavilion.

Normally Lin Fan wouldn’t be interested in things like this, but he was interested in this one in particular. After all, this was a cultivation technique that he really had never seen before.

It was a cultivation technique that had never even been heard of before in this cultivation world, or that was what he had heard from Ye Qing Huan.

Perhaps it was only a giant sect like the Dao Sect that was able to create a cultivation technique like this.

Once he opened it up, he could feel the large amount of information that was assaulting his mind. Lin Fan wasn’t surprised that this was happening since he had already guessed that this was the case.

With the effects that this cultivation had, it would be strange if it wasn’t this deep.

But it wasn’t just Lin Fan’s comprehension alone that allowed him to go through all of this knowledge. Rather, it was the system that was actively giving him guidance on how to learn this cultivation technique.

The system was doing the same thing where it was breaking down the different words of the cultivation technique for him, making it easier for him to absorb the contents of this book.

The only reason that it was doing this was because this book was a cultivation technique that was related to poetry.

Since it was a cultivation technique that was related to poetry, even the method of passing it on was written in poetry. Because it was written in poetry in this book, it meant that the system activated to decipher it for him.

With the system deciphering it for Lin Fan, he found that it was easy for him to understand this cultivation technique and pick up all the tricks that he needed.

Though there was a part of him that couldn’t help feeling a bit proud as he was learning this cultivation technique.

That was because it wasn’t just the system’s guidance alone that allowed him to understand this cultivation technique. There were some parts that the system didn’t decipher for him because he had already gained enough knowledge to read it on his own.

It seemed like the earlier guidance from the system had been enough to teach Lin Fan a few things about poetry, which was why allowed him to decipher these things on his own.

But in the end, it wasn’t as if he had gained everything that he could from the guidance.

There were still parts of this cultivation technique that he couldn’t read in the end.

Still with the guidance of the system, it didn’t take him long to comprehend this cultivation technique.

After Lin Fan finished comprehending the technique, he raised the ink brush in his hand and started writing in the air. As he wrote in the air, one could easily tell that he still wasn’t used to this.

It was clear that he was still very bad at writing with the ink brush.

However, the words that he wrote actually condensed in the air in front of him.

Seeing this, Ye Qing Huan and Xiao Mu couldn’t help thinking of how the words that condensed every time they took a trial in this pavilion. It seemed like Lin Fan had learned the technique that had been passed down in this place.

With this technique, would he be able to do the same thing as what had been shown to them?

Lin Fan continued writing the words in the air until they finally seemed to condense into a single phrase.

This phrase lingered in the air a bit longer before suddenly condensing into an image.

This poem that he wrote was about a little rabbit bouncing along, but the image that had been condensed...

"Is that a bear?"

Hearing these words from Xiao Mu was like a dagger being stabbed into his heart.

This thing was clearly a rabbit and Xiao Mu was calling it a bear.

But in the end, there really wasn’t anything that Lin Fan could respond with since he knew that the reason that Xiao Mu had saId this was because it really did look like a bear.

It was because Lin Fan wasn’t skilled enough with this technique that he could actually condense these things yet with the words that he wrote. Which was why it gave that rabbit that he formed this strange appearance.

The only thing that could be blamed was his lack of experience when it came to this cultivation technique.

The only way that he would be able to make up for this was to practice more with this cultivation technique until he made up for this lack of experience.

But it wasn’t as if this was something that could be accomplished in a short amount of time.

Lin Fan wasn’t worried since he could tell that this cultivation technique really was something unique. After all, it was a cultivation technique that relied on something that he never thought was possible before.

What this cultivation technique drew on was the imagination of the cultivator.

The more vividly they could picture what they wanted to capture with their words, the stronger the things created by their words would become.

So in the end, it was all about how strong one’s imagination was to capture this image.

But Lin Fan couldn’t help what was the limit of imagination when it came to this cultivation technique. After all, there should be things that were beyond the power of this cultivation technique and what it was capable of creating.

For example, it shouldn’t be able to replicate the power of an immortal even if the one writing it had a powerful imagination.

This cultivation technique was something that drew on the spiritual energy of the cultivator to condense these things after all.

Still something that could create things out of thin air, even if they weren’t permanent...

Lin Fan saw a lot of potential in this cultivation technique.