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Chapter 36 Library
After repeated attempts, Chen An realized that there was a loophole in the process of extracting spiritual power from the Qilin horn, otherwise it would not have encountered such great resistance.
"Succulent, do you know how to extract spiritual energy from the system?"
【Know】
"talk."
[Cannot be said]
"What's the use of you?"
Then I'm leaving.
“Succulents, that’s not what I meant. We can discuss it further.”
"Meaty?"
"Meaty?"
Knowing that the system was unreliable, Chen An went to the sect's library.
The Zhaoning Sect was founded in the ancient times. Over the millennia, it has suffered countless calamities, both large and small. It is said that at its worst, the entire sect was slaughtered, and only one disciple escaped.
The flying fish crocodile's speed didn't change much, but its size increased day by day. It wasn't originally a spirit beast used for traveling. Its fame among many spirit beasts was entirely due to its thick skin and tough flesh.
The library is closest to Haotian Peak; it takes less than half an incense stick's time to reach this area.
The ancient wooden building was three or four stories high. The disciples coming and going were in a hurry, but they were all from the outer sect. The elders' disciples had their masters with them, so if they encountered a problem, they could go directly to their masters, which was more convenient than looking for books.
Chen An wasn't unaware of this principle, but many things require cultivators to comprehend them on their own.
If a master imparts all his insights to his disciple, the disciple will not have his own thoughts and will find it difficult to understand cultivation. His cultivation will also be constrained by the master's ideas and stagnate.
Stepping inside, the scene is completely different from the outside. From the outside, it looks like a dilapidated little building, but inside it is luxurious and spacious.
Golden lights illuminated the entire house. The bookshelves were made of fine nanmu wood, and the books were neatly arranged and clearly categorized. Each book's binding seemed to have cost a fortune.
Most importantly, there is a significant difference in space between the inside and outside; the interior space is at least ten times larger than the exterior space.
It's normal for cultivators to be able to alter space. Items like storage rings and storage bags are the most common in the market. However, the altered space is difficult to support living beings.
Within the created space, there is no flow of time, yet the library completely avoids these things, which is truly mysterious.
Realizing her own insignificance once again, she secretly resolved to cultivate even harder and eventually stand at the pinnacle of this continent.
"Tell me what you're looking for, and I'll help you."
The boy, dressed in a blue robe, had a gentle voice and wore a badge on his chest with the words "Library" written on it.
Many outer disciples need to earn their own cultivation resources.
Many people with insufficient cultivation levels dare not or cannot accept high-risk tasks, so they have no choice but to seek out these service jobs.
These jobs are easy, low-paying, and time-consuming, yet many people are willing to spend their time on them. Chen An vaguely remembered that the original owner of this body had also worked here.
It's not that you can't work here, but that you can't get used to working here; this place will wear down a cultivator's courage.
Do you have any books about the Qilin and other ancient mythical beasts?
The boy was very fast, and his cultivation had already reached the Great Perfection of the Meridian Opening stage. Chen An was finding it somewhat difficult to keep up with him.
Ancient mythical beasts are extinct species, so many people are not interested in them, and books about them are naturally relegated to the margins.
The five-tiered bookshelf, which was over twenty meters wide, was filled to the brim with books that were several centimeters thick. What gave Chen An the biggest headache was that all the books had the word "Qilin" on their covers.
"I must say, the Zhaoning Sect does indeed have a rich cultural heritage," Chen An said with a wry smile.
The boy smiled slightly, revealing his teeth. His smile was so warm that Chen An felt something was off.
Putting aside all distractions, today is a day for reading.
With improved mental strength, reading ten lines at a glance is no problem, but it's still not enough to overcome the sheer number of books here.
Fortunately, the library was open at night, and Chen An stood by the bookshelves for two whole days and two nights before he finished reading all the books.
After reading these books, she felt like she was a Qilin expert, and that she could answer any question about Qilin that someone asked her.
Yet, among all these books, there is not a single one explaining how to utilize the spiritual power within the Qilin horn.
While reading, she even thought how wonderful it would be if she had Fugui's abilities; all she would have to do was eat the Qilin horn.
"did you find it?"
It was still that boy, and that familiar smile.
As Chen An prepared to leave, he replied, "No, the things here are useless to me."
The boy nodded and led the way.
At the entrance, Chen An stared into thought as he looked at his 300 points.
One point in the Zhaoning Sect is equivalent to one mid-grade spirit stone, which is too expensive.
Chen An isn't short of money, but he wants to use it wisely.
The boy looked a little embarrassed and after a long while, he finally said, "If you didn't bring enough, I can pay for it for you."
"Yes, thank you."
After giving the boy three hundred medium-grade spirit stones, Chen An silently marveled at the pricelessness of knowledge. Just as she was about to leave, the boy called out to her.
"Senior sister, are you a disciple of Mingsan Peak?"
"Yes, you've been in the sect longer than me, so you don't need to call me senior sister. My name is Chen An."
The young man took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself, and said, "I am Wu Siyue, an outer disciple."
Chen An nodded, "Yes, hello, Wu Siyue," and chuckled before saying, "What is it? Just say it."
“Come with me.”
Chen An followed Wu Siyue and soon arrived at a long corridor, which resembled the architectural style of the Tang Dynasty, but with some elements unique to the cultivation world.
Various wooden signs hang on both sides of the corridor, indicating different tasks and rewards. The further you go in, the fewer people there are, and the more difficult the tasks become.
Wu Siyue stopped in front of a very old wooden sign. The task on it was: a Su Ling grass. This herb itself was not very valuable, but it was very difficult to find.
The reward is two Imperial Essence Pills and seven hundred high-grade spirit stones.
Although such a reward was nothing to Chen An, Wu Siyue's eyes were filled with longing. His cultivation was stuck at the Great Perfection of the Meridian Opening stage. With just one Royal Essence Pill, he was sure he could reach the Core Formation stage.
Do you want to accept this?
Wu Siyue nodded, then turned the sign around. The back read: "Limited to direct disciples of the sect."
Chen An frowned upon reading this. What did finding the herbs have to do with his status within the sect?
Sects are supposed to be places for cultivating immortality, yet they've created so many hierarchical structures. "Let me help you look for them."
“This plaque has been hanging here for thirty years. I noticed it as soon as it was put up. I have some Su Lingcao. If you help me get it, I’ll give you one, how about that?”
Wu Siyue's eyes held a pleading look as he stared intently at the wooden plaque.
"No way."
Seeing his astonished expression, Chen An ripped off the wooden sign.
As the wooden plaque turned to dust in Chen An's hand, a large box appeared in front of them.
Chen An brought the token given to him by Elder Ming San close to the box, and the box opened automatically.
"What are you waiting for? Let it in. It's not a big deal. You can keep the Imperial Essence Pill for yourself."
With trembling hands, Wu Siyue placed the Su Ling grass inside. The box slowly closed, revealing two Huang Yuan Dan pills on top.
"Oh ho, you actually found a personal disciple?"
An untimely, shrill voice rang out. Chen An turned his head and met a pair of slanted eyes.