Chapter 99
It's okay, old book. It's normal to feel a little pain when you close your eyes
Early the next morning.
Inside the library, "Achoo, achoo! Cough cough cough—"
Shu Wuwei, who was leisurely reading a book while lying on the recliner, was so shocked by his own actions that he sat up abruptly.
Shu Wuwei touched his nose and looked around warily: "???"
Something's not right. Something's definitely not right.
However, the library is closed today. The doors are tightly shut, the books inside have been organized, and a magical barrier has been cast so that the little brats won't destroy them.
And... Shu Wuwei glanced at Shenmi, who was quietly sweeping the floor not far away, and nodded in satisfaction.
Very good, the disciple is also very well-behaved and motivated.
Alas, I am so old and frail, I never imagined I could live such a good life. I wouldn't trade it for the gods!
After indulging in his self-admiration, Shu Wuwei slightly lowered his guard and slowly lay back down on the recliner.
Just as Shu Wuwei lay down, with a "bang," the door to the Sutra Repository was violently pushed open, revealing two figures against the backlight.
Shu Wuwei's expression changed drastically, and Shenmi, who had been sweeping the floor rhythmically with his head down, suddenly looked up.
But before Shu Wuwei could make a move, a hearty and familiar laugh rang out.
"Hahahaha, Old Book, long time no see, hahahaha."
"How have you been? Your old friend misses you terribly!"
Shu Wuwei: "?"
Shenmi: "?"
It wasn't until the visitors drew closer that Shu Wuwei and Shenmi were able to see the two people clearly.
Mingyan, carrying a spirit chicken in his left hand and a gift box in his right, beamed with joy, his old face blossoming like a spring breeze. "Old Shu!"
Following behind Ming Yan, Yun Shuling's hands were also busy, one hand carrying various rare spiritual herbs and medicines, and the other carrying a large food box.
And the food box was faintly emitting an extremely tempting aroma.
Upon seeing the posture of the master and disciple, Ke Shuwu trembled and took several steps back.
He raised his hand to Ming Yan and said, "Hiss! Old Ming, everything can be discussed, everything can be discussed!"
Mingyan clicked his tongue, put down what he was holding, and said to Shu Wuwei, "Old Shu, what are you doing? Do you think I'm going to eat you?"
"Well, here comes the gift. Don't worry, we're both people of status now, we can talk this over!"
However, upon hearing Ming Yan's words, Shu Wuwei broke out in a cold sweat, his hands trembling as he said, "Wait, tell me first, why have you come here?"
"Well..."
Mingyan glanced at the mysterious place not far away, then looked up at the top floor of the Scripture Pavilion where a tight array was placed. He looked a little embarrassed and rubbed his hands together.
Shu Wuwei immediately raised his hand to his chest, his breath caught in his throat, and his finger trembled slightly as he pointed at Ming Yan.
"...Then, what if I don't give it to you?"
The moment he finished speaking, Yun Shuling behind Ming Yan silently put down what she was holding and quietly placed her right hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist.
Upon seeing this, Shenmi stiffened, turned to look at Shu Wuwei, then at Yun Shuling and Ming Yan, and after assessing the strength of both sides, decisively turned and headed towards the back door of the library.
Noticing the mysterious movement, Yun Shuling looked at Ming Yan: "Master?"
Mingyan waved his hand with a smile, stretched his limbs, and said, "It's alright, Ling'er, let that kid go."
Shenmi paused for a moment, then ran even faster, thinking to himself, "Master, hold on, your disciple will find someone to rescue you!"
Shu Wuwei gritted his teeth and looked at Ming Yan, trying to make a final stand. He pleaded earnestly,
"Mingyan, do you really have to do it this way? The world has changed. There are procedures to follow, and sects have their own rules. It's not that I'm refusing to cooperate!"
Unexpectedly, Mingyan nodded in strong agreement, and then spoke even more earnestly than he had,
"Yes, Old Master, I understand, but the child's cultivation is the priority. Time waits for no one; she's about to enter the secret realm. There's really no other way."
Now that everyone has reached this status, he wouldn't want to do this kind of thing if it weren't related to the path of his sect!
Thinking this, Mingyan looked at Shu Wuwei with teary eyes, "Old Shu, you don't understand. The future of my lineage depends on An'er!"
"Old Master, we all have descendants. You should understand that what we, as ancestors, are doing is building a foundation for our children and paving the way for them, isn't it?"
With that, Mingyan sighed and said apologetically to Shu Wuwei, "It's alright, old Shu. It's normal to feel a little pain when you close your eyes and feel dizzy!"
"If the sect asks about it later, it's none of your business!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, Shu Wuwei appeared even more pained and heartbroken, as if he wanted to cry but had no tears left.
"Sigh, no way, Lao Ming, you don't know that back then, to compete for this position, I swore an oath to the Heavenly Dao to protect the Scripture Pavilion!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shu Wuwei's expression changed, and he slightly raised his hand—
In an instant, the three of them fell into the Black Luo Hell, having already entered its Dao Domain.
"Mingyan, it has been a long time since we sparred. Now, I wonder whether my 'evil' is greater or your 'sword' is stronger?"
……
Fifteen minutes later, at the martial arts training ground.
"Something terrible has happened! A fight has broken out at the Scripture Pavilion! The Cloud Peak Patriarch and the Scripture Pavilion's Book Patriarch are fighting!"
A disciple flew in shouting, instantly causing a huge uproar.
The group watching Shen Wanqiu's battle with Cai Wanli were also startled and turned to look at the disciple.
Shen Shuan was the most shocked: OoO, what? How come she didn't know?
In the original book, weren't the Grandmaster and the ancestor of the Scripture Pavilion friends? Why did they fight?
Even Shen Wanqiu's offensive on the stage suddenly became fierce. She looked at Cai Wanli opposite her, summoned her natal magic hammer with her left hand, and summoned heavenly fire with her right hand.
"Fellow Daoist Cai, I apologize. I had hoped to have a proper sparring session with you, but this matter is urgent!"
Cai Wanli, who was already struggling to withstand Shen Wanqiu's swordsmanship, was shocked, his face showing disbelief.
"What? Fellow Daoist Shen, you only made a slight move before?"
Shen Wanqiu was taken aback, then said somewhat embarrassedly, "No, no, fellow Daoist, I also used five-point techniques before, so it's not considered a minor one."
Cai Wanli, surrounded by others: "???"
Cai Wanli, unable to control his bladder, stared at Shen Wanqiu, then at the enormous natal magic hammer and scorching heavenly fire beside her.
Although I had heard that Fellow Daoist Shen was a direct disciple of the Forging Hall, I never imagined that a hammer and fire could be used to hit people.
Cai Wanli swallowed hard, took several steps back, and in a moment of great terror, his mind cleared.
He smiled calmly, raised his hand and clasped his hands, saying, "Fellow Daoist Shen, I concede defeat."
He's a cultivator of wealth, why is he risking his life against these guys?
Besides, he didn't want to be 'hammered' alive in the Holy Bright Sect!
Inside the library, "Achoo, achoo! Cough cough cough—"
Shu Wuwei, who was leisurely reading a book while lying on the recliner, was so shocked by his own actions that he sat up abruptly.
Shu Wuwei touched his nose and looked around warily: "???"
Something's not right. Something's definitely not right.
However, the library is closed today. The doors are tightly shut, the books inside have been organized, and a magical barrier has been cast so that the little brats won't destroy them.
And... Shu Wuwei glanced at Shenmi, who was quietly sweeping the floor not far away, and nodded in satisfaction.
Very good, the disciple is also very well-behaved and motivated.
Alas, I am so old and frail, I never imagined I could live such a good life. I wouldn't trade it for the gods!
After indulging in his self-admiration, Shu Wuwei slightly lowered his guard and slowly lay back down on the recliner.
Just as Shu Wuwei lay down, with a "bang," the door to the Sutra Repository was violently pushed open, revealing two figures against the backlight.
Shu Wuwei's expression changed drastically, and Shenmi, who had been sweeping the floor rhythmically with his head down, suddenly looked up.
But before Shu Wuwei could make a move, a hearty and familiar laugh rang out.
"Hahahaha, Old Book, long time no see, hahahaha."
"How have you been? Your old friend misses you terribly!"
Shu Wuwei: "?"
Shenmi: "?"
It wasn't until the visitors drew closer that Shu Wuwei and Shenmi were able to see the two people clearly.
Mingyan, carrying a spirit chicken in his left hand and a gift box in his right, beamed with joy, his old face blossoming like a spring breeze. "Old Shu!"
Following behind Ming Yan, Yun Shuling's hands were also busy, one hand carrying various rare spiritual herbs and medicines, and the other carrying a large food box.
And the food box was faintly emitting an extremely tempting aroma.
Upon seeing the posture of the master and disciple, Ke Shuwu trembled and took several steps back.
He raised his hand to Ming Yan and said, "Hiss! Old Ming, everything can be discussed, everything can be discussed!"
Mingyan clicked his tongue, put down what he was holding, and said to Shu Wuwei, "Old Shu, what are you doing? Do you think I'm going to eat you?"
"Well, here comes the gift. Don't worry, we're both people of status now, we can talk this over!"
However, upon hearing Ming Yan's words, Shu Wuwei broke out in a cold sweat, his hands trembling as he said, "Wait, tell me first, why have you come here?"
"Well..."
Mingyan glanced at the mysterious place not far away, then looked up at the top floor of the Scripture Pavilion where a tight array was placed. He looked a little embarrassed and rubbed his hands together.
Shu Wuwei immediately raised his hand to his chest, his breath caught in his throat, and his finger trembled slightly as he pointed at Ming Yan.
"...Then, what if I don't give it to you?"
The moment he finished speaking, Yun Shuling behind Ming Yan silently put down what she was holding and quietly placed her right hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist.
Upon seeing this, Shenmi stiffened, turned to look at Shu Wuwei, then at Yun Shuling and Ming Yan, and after assessing the strength of both sides, decisively turned and headed towards the back door of the library.
Noticing the mysterious movement, Yun Shuling looked at Ming Yan: "Master?"
Mingyan waved his hand with a smile, stretched his limbs, and said, "It's alright, Ling'er, let that kid go."
Shenmi paused for a moment, then ran even faster, thinking to himself, "Master, hold on, your disciple will find someone to rescue you!"
Shu Wuwei gritted his teeth and looked at Ming Yan, trying to make a final stand. He pleaded earnestly,
"Mingyan, do you really have to do it this way? The world has changed. There are procedures to follow, and sects have their own rules. It's not that I'm refusing to cooperate!"
Unexpectedly, Mingyan nodded in strong agreement, and then spoke even more earnestly than he had,
"Yes, Old Master, I understand, but the child's cultivation is the priority. Time waits for no one; she's about to enter the secret realm. There's really no other way."
Now that everyone has reached this status, he wouldn't want to do this kind of thing if it weren't related to the path of his sect!
Thinking this, Mingyan looked at Shu Wuwei with teary eyes, "Old Shu, you don't understand. The future of my lineage depends on An'er!"
"Old Master, we all have descendants. You should understand that what we, as ancestors, are doing is building a foundation for our children and paving the way for them, isn't it?"
With that, Mingyan sighed and said apologetically to Shu Wuwei, "It's alright, old Shu. It's normal to feel a little pain when you close your eyes and feel dizzy!"
"If the sect asks about it later, it's none of your business!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, Shu Wuwei appeared even more pained and heartbroken, as if he wanted to cry but had no tears left.
"Sigh, no way, Lao Ming, you don't know that back then, to compete for this position, I swore an oath to the Heavenly Dao to protect the Scripture Pavilion!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shu Wuwei's expression changed, and he slightly raised his hand—
In an instant, the three of them fell into the Black Luo Hell, having already entered its Dao Domain.
"Mingyan, it has been a long time since we sparred. Now, I wonder whether my 'evil' is greater or your 'sword' is stronger?"
……
Fifteen minutes later, at the martial arts training ground.
"Something terrible has happened! A fight has broken out at the Scripture Pavilion! The Cloud Peak Patriarch and the Scripture Pavilion's Book Patriarch are fighting!"
A disciple flew in shouting, instantly causing a huge uproar.
The group watching Shen Wanqiu's battle with Cai Wanli were also startled and turned to look at the disciple.
Shen Shuan was the most shocked: OoO, what? How come she didn't know?
In the original book, weren't the Grandmaster and the ancestor of the Scripture Pavilion friends? Why did they fight?
Even Shen Wanqiu's offensive on the stage suddenly became fierce. She looked at Cai Wanli opposite her, summoned her natal magic hammer with her left hand, and summoned heavenly fire with her right hand.
"Fellow Daoist Cai, I apologize. I had hoped to have a proper sparring session with you, but this matter is urgent!"
Cai Wanli, who was already struggling to withstand Shen Wanqiu's swordsmanship, was shocked, his face showing disbelief.
"What? Fellow Daoist Shen, you only made a slight move before?"
Shen Wanqiu was taken aback, then said somewhat embarrassedly, "No, no, fellow Daoist, I also used five-point techniques before, so it's not considered a minor one."
Cai Wanli, surrounded by others: "???"
Cai Wanli, unable to control his bladder, stared at Shen Wanqiu, then at the enormous natal magic hammer and scorching heavenly fire beside her.
Although I had heard that Fellow Daoist Shen was a direct disciple of the Forging Hall, I never imagined that a hammer and fire could be used to hit people.
Cai Wanli swallowed hard, took several steps back, and in a moment of great terror, his mind cleared.
He smiled calmly, raised his hand and clasped his hands, saying, "Fellow Daoist Shen, I concede defeat."
He's a cultivator of wealth, why is he risking his life against these guys?
Besides, he didn't want to be 'hammered' alive in the Holy Bright Sect!