**Elder Xuanjian** was the identity that Luo Xiao had at the Sword Treasure Pavilion, but beneath the outward respectful greeting, everyone secretly despised him.
This Elder Xuanjian seemed like a genuine cowardly lizard who feared battle.
After all, the human army had just departed not long ago, and he appeared right away after disappearing for several days. It was all too obvious, as if he didn't even bother to put on an act.
However, everyone naturally kept their thoughts to themselves, not daring to show any signs of disrespect.
Now that Luo Tao and Luo Tianyi had already joined the army, the only person who could suppress Luo Tao in the entire Sword Treasure Pavilion was the Pavilion's Patriarch.
Taking advantage of this identity, Fang Yuan entered the restricted area with ease. Following the information Luo Tao provided, he quickly arrived at the most important area of the Sword Treasure Pavilion: the Scripture Pavilion.
Here, not only were the treasured martial arts and scriptures accumulated over the millennium stored, but also his target for this trip—the **"Bixue Method"**.
Outside the Scripture Pavilion, dozens of defensive formations layered upon each other, creating an impenetrable net of traps.
However, these intricate formations were nothing but child's play in the eyes of Fang Yuan, a formation master.
He didn't even need to ask Luo Tao how to break the formations. He simply walked through the numerous restrictions, effortlessly pushed open the ancient wooden door of the Scripture Pavilion.
According to Luo Tao's instructions, the precious **"Bixue Method"** was stored on the top floor of the Scripture Pavilion. Fang Yuan climbed the spiral wooden staircase at a slow pace, the sound of his steps echoing in the silent attic.
When he reached the last step, the scene before him wasn't filled with bookshelves as he had imagined, but a vast empty space.
In the center of the attic, a hunched figure sat cross-legged on a meditation mat.
It was an elderly man, with grayish-white hair scattered carelessly, and his wrinkled face etched with the marks of time.
But what drew the most attention was the sharp aura surrounding him—not the vitality a living person should have, but the sharpness of a sword unsheathed.
Just by sitting there, it felt as though countless sword energies were drifting through the air, as if they could slice a person into pieces at any moment.
This was the **Patriarch of the Sword Treasure Pavilion**, the most powerful figure in the pavilion.
Though his natural talent for cultivation was average, he had spent hundreds of years refining himself, turning into an unparalleled sword.
"Greetings, Patriarch…" Fang Yuan respectfully bowed, while secretly staying on guard. If the Patriarch saw through his disguise, he would have to decide whether to fight or flee.
"Luo Xiao…" The Patriarch's voice was like a sword scraping against ice, cold and piercing. "You've disgraced the Sword Treasure Pavilion!"
"Your own niece was killed, and instead of seeking revenge, you hid to avoid battle. You don't deserve to be a member of the Luo family!"
This speech actually pleased Fang Yuan, as it seemed the Patriarch had not seen through his disguise. He immediately responded in kind:
"You are right, Patriarch. I, the younger generation, have deeply regretted my actions and am determined to turn over a new leaf, no longer neglecting martial arts!"
"Today, I have come to the Scripture Pavilion to study the **Bixue Method**, hoping to break through my cultivation bottleneck."
Fang Yuan spoke earnestly, his eyes filled with determination, bowing with humility and sincerity.
The Patriarch's murky eyes shot out sharp glances, as if trying to see through Fang Yuan's soul. His withered lips moved slightly, his voice hoarse and filled with doubt: "Is that true?"
"Absolutely!" Fang Yuan straightened his back, swearing with his finger pointed at the sky. "If I, Luo Xiao, speak a single word of falsehood, I would willingly face the punishment of five thunderbolts!"
"Heh…" The Patriarch let out a meaningful cold laugh. The sound was as harsh as a rusty sword scraping. "The sun is rising in the west, it seems."
He slowly stood up, his hunched figure exuding an oppressive aura like a mountain. "I never expected you, a useless thing, to say such words…"
Suddenly, the Patriarch's tone shifted, and his voice turned cold. "I begin to suspect you are an imposter!"
Before he finished speaking, the Patriarch's bony finger lightly lifted—a sharp sword energy shot through the air like lightning, heading straight for Fang Yuan's face!
"Puchi!"
Fang Yuan seemed unable to react in time and stood still. A drop of bright red blood splattered, drawing an arc in the air, landing on the Patriarch's fingertip.
The Patriarch crushed the blood drop between his fingers and carefully examined it. "It is indeed from the Luo family bloodline, and there are no signs of soul possession. It seems you really are Luo Xiao…"
Fang Yuan smiled bitterly at the right moment, his voice tinged with self-mockery: "Patriarch, would you rather believe that I'm an imposter than believe that I am truly regretful?"
"Hmph!" The Patriarch snorted coldly. "You've wasted your martial arts for hundreds of years, and now suddenly you say you want to reform? It's only natural that the possibility of you being an imposter is greater!"
That being said, a trace of relief flashed in the Patriarch's eyes. He slowly took out a yellowed ancient book from his robe and casually tossed it to Fang Yuan.
"However, since you've been verified, I will naturally help you."
"Take it, but remember, you can only study it within the Scripture Pavilion. You must not take it out!"
"Thank you, Patriarch!" Fang Yuan received the ancient book with both hands, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, though a trace of coldness flashed in his lowered eyes.
This old fool still had quite a few tricks up his sleeve.
The drop of blood that the Patriarch took was naturally Luo Xiao's own, and even this well-traveled Patriarch could never have imagined that his descendant was trapped within Fang Yuan's body, ready for Fang Yuan to use at any time.
The reason for keeping Luo Xiao alive was a careful consideration on Fang Yuan's part.
First, keeping Luo Xiao's life would prevent his soul plate from breaking and revealing the truth. Second, carrying Luo Xiao with him made it easier to respond to various emergencies.
Just like the situation now.
Fang Yuan immediately focused his attention on the **Bixue Method** the Patriarch had given him, which was titled: **"Purple Mansion Sword Realm Scripture"**.
After quickly flipping through it, he recorded the contents and then it was time to sweat it out!
Let's go, **"Book of Goodness"**!
**[Starting to consume merit points, improving the "Purple Mansion Sword Realm Scripture"!]**
**[After consuming 80,000 merit points, you fully understand the cultivation method of this Bixue Method: Use the Purple Mansion in the lower dantian as the core of cultivation, refining the Mud Pill Palace into the embryonic form of the Sword Dao world.]**
**[First, use a special method to condense the scripture, then use Sword Intent to open up an internal cave heaven, eventually transforming the sword energy into the Great Void world.]**
**["Purple Mansion Sword Realm Scripture" (Entry)!]**
"Successfully entered the method…"
Joy surged in Fang Yuan's heart, his unyielding effort had finally paid off. He had successfully entered two Bixue methods: **"Zhou Tian Qiao Cang Method"** and **"Purple Mansion Sword Realm Scripture"**.
However, in order to achieve even greater perfection, Fang Yuan decided to also incorporate the **Bixue Method** from the **Sun and Moon Sect**.
Once these three Bixue methods were fused, he believed it would create an earth-shattering SSS-grade Bixue Method.
Doing so would give him terrifying battle strength far beyond others when he broke through to the **Heaven and Earth Realm**!