Ye Xinghe bowed: "Deacon Lin."

Lin Mufeng turned around and led Ye Xinghe across the iron chain bridge to the front of the hall in the center.

Above head, a plaque hung high, with a letter: Wanshutang.

Lin Mufeng asked to wave his sleeves and said, "Wanshu Hall is divided into five layers, with thousands of alchemy scriptures hidden."

"You can choose the first three levels at will and exchange them for equivalents."

"But on the fourth and fifth floors, you must never trespass."

Ye Xinghe nodded, bowed his hand to thank him, and stepped into Wanshu Hall.

After entering Wanshu Hall, more than a dozen bookshelfs were filled with various alchemy scriptures.

Ye Xinghe picked up one and looked through it carefully.

The spiritual herbs recorded on it are only one-tenth of the entire continent.

"No, these are not enough."

Ye Xinghe murmured, put the alchemy scriptures back into the bookshelf, and walked upstairs.

Stepping onto the third floor, he picked up the alchemy scriptures on the bookshelf again to read them.
Chapter completed!