Oh no, she's about to form her Nascent Soul?

The Sutra Repository.

The second floor.

The afternoon sun shone lazily through the carved wooden windows, casting its rays into the aisle between the bookshelves.

Long streaks of light were cast, and tiny dust particles floated in the air.

Mo Chengyue leaned back in a large armchair, his feet comfortably propped up on the table, holding a cup of freshly brewed "Cloud and Mist Spirit Tea" in his hands.

The tea was a gift from my junior sister Lin Wanqing; it is said to calm the mind and concentrate the spirit, which is very beneficial for cultivation.

But Mo Chengyue felt that the greatest effect of this thing was to refresh and invigorate the mind.

Its effects are comparable to the energy drinks he drank in his previous life, making it perfect for enjoying while slacking off.

He took a sip of tea, the aroma filling the air and leaving a lingering fragrance on his lips and teeth.

Comfortable.

This is life.

The Wanqi Mountain Trials and such are all part of the KPI assessments for working people.

It's fine to do it occasionally, but he can't stand doing it every day.

This library is still the best.

Nine to five, clock in on time, tea to drink, books to read, and nobody bothers you.

It's like being employed by a state-owned enterprise in the world of cultivation, living a life like a god.

These past few days, he has fully returned to the retired life of a veteran cadre.

My daily routine consists of inspecting the bookshelves and then settling into my personal recliner to peruse various classic texts.

Others look at martial arts manuals, but he doesn't.

He specifically chose to read those obscure and unpopular books from the back alleys.

"Detailed Explanation of Formations: From Beginner to Giving Up", "Insights on the Arrangement of One Hundred Basic Formations", and "Fragments of Ancient Cultivator's Notes on Cultivation".

These books were considered dry and boring by the other disciples; even a dog wouldn't read them.

But in Mo Chengyue's eyes, it was a priceless treasure.

His spiritual sense was abnormally powerful; photographic memory was just a basic skill for him.

Those intricate array patterns, so complex they could make one want to vomit blood, were copied and pasted into his mind like a simple scan, instantly imprinted without the slightest error.

He flipped through thick, ancient books rapidly.

It transforms into a massive torrent of information, merging into his vast sea of ​​consciousness and becoming his own knowledge reserve.

knowledge is power.

Especially in the dog-eat-dog world of cultivation, mastering more skills means having more options for survival.

"Hey, have you guys heard? What happened at Wanqi Mountain!"

"How could we not have heard! The whole sect has heard about it now!"

Not far away, several onlookers lowered their voices and gossiped among themselves.

But every single word they said reached Mo Chengyue's ears.

"Two stars shining brightly! Tsk tsk, only the elders of the sect could come up with such a phrase."

A tall, thin disciple spoke in a low voice, his tone filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

"That's right! One is Xiao Fan from Tiantai Peak, and the other is Ye Changfeng from Chaoyun Peak!"

"Both of them are newbies who haven't been practicing for very long, yet they both obtained high-grade spiritual weapons!"

"I heard that two beams of light, one blue and one gold, shot into the sky, and half of the Joyful Union Sect witnessed it!"

"Anyone who didn't know better would think a Nascent Soul cultivator was undergoing tribulation on the mountaintop!"

"These two are monsters, aren't they? Eighteen years old, and at the peak of the late Foundation Establishment stage!"

"How are we old folks, who have been cultivating for decades and are still stuck in the early stages of Foundation Establishment, supposed to live?"

"I heard that the sect's higher-ups have already listed them as candidates for true disciples."

"The resources they've given are absolutely top-notch! From now on, the Joyful Union Sect will probably be theirs alone!"

Mo Chengyue picked up his teacup and gently blew on the floating tea leaves.

The main character, of course.

They need to create something spectacular to live up to the halo above their heads.

Standard procedure: Sit down, do not 6.

All he wants now is to quietly develop his strength and wait for his two older brothers to conquer the world so he can just follow behind and pick up the scraps.

"Sigh, there's just no comparison between people."

"While we're discussing them here, they might already be in seclusion preparing to break through to the Core Formation stage."

"Speaking of Core Formation, have you heard of Elder Li from Netherworld Peak...?"

Another disciple lowered his voice even further and spoke mysteriously.

"Which Elder Li?"

"That's Elder Li Changgen, the one in charge of the sect's external affairs!"

"I heard that he led a team to the 'Meteor Dragon Secret Realm' for training a while ago, but they encountered a beast tide and couldn't get out..."

"Wow! Really? That's an elder at the mid-stage of Core Formation!"

"Absolutely true! The news just came back a few days ago; they couldn't even find the remains!"

"It's said that only two members of the entire squad survived, and they were both terrified."

"And another thing! I also heard that Senior Brother Zhang from Crimson Cloud Peak, the one who's exceptionally handsome and always seems to be a womanizer!"

"Didn't he say he was going to travel around the world a while ago?"

"It seems they accidentally wandered into the Ten Thousand Demon Realms of Southern Xinjiang and were captured by a fox spirit to be used as a furnace!"

"Hiss... A demon woman? Isn't that... a blessing?"

"Blessings my ass! Once dried, they'll be used as fertilizer! You think this is a joke?"

"Holy crap! Really? Then he..."

"Whether we live or die, who knows? In any case, the sect's soul lamp has already been extinguished."

The disciples' gossip continued.

As Mo Chengyue listened to these true and false reports, his eyes grew increasingly calm.

Look.

This is the world of cultivation.

One second they are a high and mighty elder, the next they may perish and vanish without a trace, not even a bone left.

One moment he was a dashing senior brother, the next he became a demon's meal.

Danger is everywhere.

So what's with all the fuss?

Why not just stay quietly in the sect, drink tea and read books? Isn't that better?

Just then, the topic suddenly veered in a direction that made Mo Chengyue's eyelids twitch slightly.

"Hey, have you heard? About that guy from Ice Soul Peak..."

One of the disciples spoke mysteriously, his voice barely audible.

"Who is it?"

"Who else could it be! Elder of Law Enforcement, Leng Yuexin!"

The moment the name was uttered, the surrounding air seemed to grow colder.

"What happened to her? I wouldn't dare discuss her; if I got caught, I'd be skinned alive!"

"What are you afraid of! This is the library, and she can't hear us."

The disciple who started the conversation was clearly the bolder one.

"Let me tell you, I have a senior fellow student who works on the upper level of the Sutra Repository."

"He said that about two months ago, Elder Leng personally came to the Scripture Pavilion and borrowed several of our sect's highest-level Yang-attribute cultivation techniques!"

"A Yang-attribute cultivation technique? Isn't she cultivating the extremely Yin and cold 'Ice Soul Profound Technique'? Isn't she afraid of going into qi deviation by cultivating a Yang-attribute technique?"

"Who knows! Besides, it wasn't just about borrowing cultivation techniques. During that time, she also frequently sought advice from other elders on cultivation matters."

"The questions he asked were all about yin-yang harmony and suppressing inner demons. And his attitude was extremely humble."

"What... what exactly is going on?"

"The latest news is that since then, she has activated the protective formation upon returning to Ice Soul Peak and issued a strict order that no one is allowed to approach!"

"Judging from his posture, it seems he's about to go into seclusion and break through to the Nascent Soul stage!"

"Reaching the Nascent Soul stage?! My god! Wasn't she only at the late Core Formation stage? So fast?"

"That's why it's considered strange! Think about it, someone who cultivates an extremely yin and cold technique..."

"Suddenly starting to study the Pure Yang cultivation technique, and even acting like he's gone mad... there's definitely something seriously wrong here!"

Mo Chengyue's hand, which was holding the teacup, paused slightly.

Cold Moon Heart?

Breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage?

The image of that aloof and stunningly beautiful face, yet etched with a chilling murderous intent, instantly flashed into his mind.

And that night on the cold jade bed, the frenzied and decadent entanglement.

If you calculate the time, two months have indeed passed.

Unexpectedly, that night's "dual cultivation" not only allowed him to break through the Foundation Establishment stage, but also allowed Leng Yuexin to directly touch the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage.

The Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Classic is terrifying!

He took a sip of the slightly cool spiritual tea to suppress the strange feeling in his heart.

Regardless of whether she attempts to break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

As long as you don't come looking for yourself as the "cure" again.

Amitabha.

No, Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable.

"Speaking of which, those three idiots, Du Jingxing, deserved it!"

The topic then shifted back to Wanqi Mountain.

"That's right! It's one thing to be teleported out after failing the trial."

"He's still up to his old tricks, going around outside trying to freeze the hands of an ordinary female disciple who just returned from a mission!"

"Hey, so what happened? The elders on patrol caught them red-handed!"

"I heard that the female disciple wasn't seriously injured, but she was quite frightened."

"But Du Jingxing and the other two had their legs broken by his father, Elder Du, and then thrown into the Cliff of Repentance!"

"How long will you be detained?"

"Three years!"

"Only three years? That's too easy on them!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Chengyue couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly upward.

That's the end of the entertainment!

Mo Chengyue finished the last sip of tea in his cup, stretched, and stood up from the armchair.

It's time to stretch our muscles.

He walked among the rows of tall bookshelves and tidied up the somewhat messy books.