A spiderweb fracture snaked across the polished granite flat stone slabs beneath Elder Kuang’s boots.
The Golden Core elder didn’t shout. He merely leaned forward. But the terrifying gravity weight of his spiritual core filled the Grand Disciplinary Pavilion with the smell of scorched iron and ozone, causing the junior clerks to drop their ink brushes in sheer terror.
“An Azure Jade Foundation,” Kuang said, his voice flat as a tombstone. “Exquisite. Remarkable.”
His yellowed eyes locked onto Lin Ke’s chest like twin crosshairs.
“However,” Kuang continued, his tone turning into an icy legal blade, “under Sect Charter Article Seven, all training methods, manuals, and breakthrough scriptures discovered or formulated within outer sect facilities are the sole proprietary property of the Azure Cloud Sect Archive. An outer fire laborer has zero lawful power to hoard martial intellectual property.”
Kuang drew a blank jade signal slip from his sleeve and flicked his wrist. The green slip flew across the hall, burying itself three inches deep into the cedar railing right in front of Lin Ke.
“Imprint your complete training scripture into the jade slip, Lin Ke,” Kuang commanded. His aura pressed down with choking intent. “Every breath flow route.
Every heat formula. Or you will be detained under Section Forty for criminal misappropriation of sect strategic assets, and your core will be pulled out by punishment force.”
