William Harris smiled slightly.

Matthew Wright opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word, his face full of bitterness.

Chapter 0014: The Supreme Longevity Sutra

Chad Wright's reaction also surprised Ethan Clark a little.

"Not bad. Since you realize your mistake, let's see how you behave! If you truly repent, I don't mind teaching you the Vajra Demon-Subduing Fist!"

"What?! The Vajra Demon-Subduing Fist?"

As soon as Chad Wright heard this, he became excited and quickly asked, "The Vajra Demon-Subduing Fist is an ancient martial art, an Earth-grade supreme technique, and has long been lost. The most powerful martial art in our Longevity Sect now is only the Earth-grade inferior Seven Stars Transforming Moon Sword!"

"Others don't have it, but I do. As long as you perform well, I'll consider teaching it to you!"

Ethan Clark smiled faintly.

"Thank you, Holy Son! From now on, I, Chad Wright, will follow only the Holy Son!"

Chad Wright was overjoyed and immediately knelt down again to pledge his loyalty.

Ethan Clark could already see that although this Chad Wright was still young and proud, his nature wasn't bad—just spoiled, and a martial arts fanatic. If he performed well in the future, Ethan Clark wouldn't mind teaching him the Vajra Demon-Subduing Fist, which would also strengthen the Longevity Sect.

Seeing Chad Wright submit to Ethan Clark, the other Longevity Sect disciples all showed expressions of awe.

Ethan Clark's ability to turn the tables so easily made them all begin to submit.

Matthew Wright and Chad Wright had originally wanted to give Ethan Clark a hard time, but unexpectedly, Ethan Clark used this opportunity to win over the hearts of many disciples.

However, Ethan Clark didn't notice that Brian Clark's gaze toward him was growing more and more venomous.

In the end, everyone dispersed.

Ethan Clark followed William Harris to the Longevity Sect's Scripture Pavilion.

Looking at the Scripture Pavilion before him, Ethan Clark frowned.

"Ten thousand years ago, the Longevity Sect's Scripture Pavilion had nine floors and housed a million scrolls, from basic martial arts to supreme techniques. It was a holy land for martial arts in the world. I never expected that now only four floors remain, and only the Earth-grade inferior Seven Stars Transforming Moon Sword has been passed down. It's truly sad and lamentable!"

There was a hint of loneliness in Ethan Clark's voice.

"That's right! Ever since ten thousand years ago, when the Devouring Heaven Supreme and Longevity Supreme, our two ancestors, suddenly disappeared, the Longevity Sect has gone through several upheavals, declining with each generation. Many martial arts in the Scripture Pavilion were divided up by other sects. We can only blame our own incompetence for being unable to restore the ancient glory!"

William Harris sighed.

"No matter. Even though only four floors remain, some things still exist, and that's enough!"

Ethan Clark's eyes flickered, as if sensing something, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Why did you come to the Scripture Pavilion? If you want to learn the Seven Stars Transforming Moon Sword, I can teach it to you right now! With your talent, you might really be able to lead the Longevity Sect to greatness, though it won't be easy!"

William Harris was full of confidence in Ethan Clark.

"I came to the Scripture Pavilion, of course, to pass on to you the Supreme Longevity Sutra! The complete Supreme Longevity Sutra is right here in the Scripture Pavilion!"

Ethan Clark smiled slightly.

"The Supreme Longevity Sutra is in the Scripture Pavilion? How is that possible?! The Supreme Longevity Sutra was originally kept on the ninth floor of the Scripture Pavilion, which only the sect master could enter. But now the ninth floor is gone—how could the Supreme Longevity Sutra still exist?"

William Harris's face was full of disbelief.

"If I say it's here, then it is!"

Ethan Clark smiled faintly, his voice full of unquestionable authority.

"Wait for me outside!"

Leaving these words behind, Ethan Clark strode into the Scripture Pavilion.

The first floor of the Scripture Pavilion contained basic Yellow-grade inferior martial arts, medicine, and miscellaneous books from various schools of thought, accessible to any disciple.

The second floor held martial arts below Yellow-grade supreme, accessible only to inner disciples and outer disciples who had made significant contributions.

The third floor contained martial arts below Profound-grade supreme, accessible only to true disciples and inner disciples who had made significant contributions.

The fourth floor housed the sect's core martial arts: the Earth-grade inferior Seven Stars Transforming Moon Sword and the Earth-grade inferior Longevity Sutra. Without the permission of the sect master and many elders, these martial arts could not be practiced at all.

Ethan Clark entered the Scripture Pavilion and went straight up to the fourth floor without stopping.

On the north wall of the fourth floor hung a painting. The painting depicted a handsome man in white, standing with his hands behind his back, sword-like brows reaching the sky, eyes shining like the heavens, exuding an aura of absolute supremacy.

It was just an ordinary painting, showing no sign of spiritual fluctuation, except for a short poem in the lower right corner.

The brocade zither has fifty strings for no reason, each string and fret recalls youthful years.

Zhuangzi's morning dream confused the butterfly, the Emperor's spring heart entrusted to the cuckoo.

The bright moon over the sea brings tears to pearls, the warm sun over Blue Fields gives rise to jade mist.

Such feelings could become memories, but at the time they were already lost in vain.

"Hahaha... Such feelings could become memories, but at the time they were already lost in vain... Jinse, I have wronged you, I came too late!"

Ethan Clark's face was full of bitterness. How could he not understand the meaning within this poem?

Back then, he and the True Dragon Supreme went to explore the tomb of the Red Dragon War God. Unexpectedly, that journey became a final farewell. Now, after ten thousand years, where is Jinse?