◎ Reading Ten Thousand Books ◎
[Entered Level 1,222: Reading Ten Thousand Books]
[Huangfu Yuan, Meng Zi, Lin Shuang, entering levels above 1,000, the right to watch disciples progress through the trials is open!]
Lin Shuang had just steadied herself and hadn’t observed the surroundings of this level yet when ripples appeared in front of her.
She was stunned. “We can still check? Won’t that reveal the contents of the trial? My analysis earlier—”
As she spoke, she watched Meng Zi sneer, reaching out to tap the ripple in front of him.
“Refuse to view, revoke permission.”
Lin Shuang was taken aback.
But when she looked at the next line, she understood.
[Lin Shuang is currently on the 1,222nd level, with permission to view disciples’ projections from levels 1 to 222.]
They could only view levels below their own.
It was of no use for the assessment.
At most, they could watch for entertainment or pay attention to important figures.
[Lin Shuang, do you want to spend 50 spirit stones to view a certain trial cave mansion on levels 1 to 222?]
[Each joss stick, each projection, costs 50 spirit stones.]
Lin Shuang frowned, feeling that something was amiss.
Compared to the cost of exotic fruits and advanced pre-booking fees, which were six yuan per episode, this was expensive!
[If you want to speak in the projection, and engage in real-time communication with other disciples, it costs 1 spirit stone per 20 characters.]
Lin Shuang’s eye twitched.
Are they charged for sending barrage comments?
“Close, close, close! Don’t even think about tricking money out of me!”
Meng Zi rolled his eyes.
“Is Clearwater Sect about to go bankrupt? When Zhenchuan first opened ten years ago, 30 characters cost only 1 spirit stone…”
Huangfu Yuan chuckled lightly, indifferent to the permission to view and speak in front of them. His hands were tucked into a newly changed fluffy white fox fur cloak, seemingly unmoved.
[Group 11111, two people activate the permissions to view disciples’ projections; two people activate speaking permissions.]
[Charges will begin after entering the room, each bearing their costs.]
Meng Zi couldn’t believe it, turning to look at Lin Shuang and Huangfu Yuan, the two poor souls.
Both of them looked down.
“Senior Brother, just take a look when you’re bored.”
“Junior Brother, it’s just for entertainment.”
“…”
Meng Zi closed his eyes. His ancestral master, he met an evil wealthy person!
After setting up the permissions for Zhenchuan, a white mist quickly appeared in front of them.
[I read thousands of books in the fog, but when I rise, I’m still an ordinary person.]
[The trial has officially begun!]
[In this trial: Disciples must memorize the techniques, recite them word for word, and reach the second level of cultivation to pass.]
Thousands of books formed a sea of characters, like thin mist gathering around Lin Shuang and the others in an instant. Soon, like a receding tide, it gradually dissipated.
It was only then that Lin Shuang could see clearly. They were in a two-room style house. A screen of clouds and mist separated the two rooms.
Between the two rooms, there was a screen of clouds and mist that represented mountains and rivers.
Inside each room, there were beds covered with brocade, official hats on tables and chairs for brewing spirit tea, and antique bookshelves.
It seemed as if someone had been living here.
“Where did these ten thousand books come from?” Meng Zi frowned, looking at the bookshelf that could barely hold a hundred volumes.
But as Lin Shuang walked to the desk in one of the rooms to investigate, she heard him exclaim, “Look at the wall!”
As soon as the words fell, wherever they were in the inner room, on all four white walls, wherever the naked eye could reach, there was a faint ink mark, clear and visible like water stains on the wall.
Tiny characters, densely packed, varied from light to dark.
Huangfu Yuan stood by the bookshelf, his phoenix eyes slightly squinted, flipping open a book at hand.
Inside, the pages were filled with clear ink characters, gradually appearing one by one.
“There are also on the desk.”
Lin Shuang lowered her head to look at the desk, where a stack of rice paper had a vigorous cursive script, and the ink marks were intense and clear.
Meng Zi furrowed his brow. “There’s also on the wall behind the bed.”
Just as he was about to step back, he saw ink marks appearing like water stains on the bed curtain.
“This… is everywhere.” Meng Zi’s temples throbbed.
Even in the basin for washing hands, characters appeared like ripples.
On the basin stand, wood grain revealed characters.
Even when opening the purple clay teapot on the table, ink characters could be seen flickering inside.
“Why so many!” Meng Zi took a step back, holding the big knife in his hand.
In the previous life, this was called the fear of being dominated by learning.
Lin Shuang’s temples throbbed intensely.
It felt like a last-minute cramming session for the college entrance examination. Words, formulas, and classical Chinese notes covered every inch of the room — the desk, the bowl, the cup, the edge of the bed, the walls… infiltrating everywhere.
Eating made them study, drinking water made them study, even at the last minute before lying on the bed to daydream, they still had to study!
This kind of reading over ten thousand volumes was terrifying.
“There are over a hundred books on the bookshelf. This one in my hand records ten articles on speed-up techniques.”
“The bed curtain is the Diamond Sutra, and a hundred articles of sword techniques are on the wall.”
Huangfu Yuan, as the manager of Rong Bao Pavilion, swept his phoenix eyes, recalling each martial art technique with precision.
Meng Zi’s breath quickened; this was overwhelming!
And there were more horrifying things.
“…Blood-slaughtering Formation…”
As Lin Shuang looked around, she heard Huangfu Yuan suddenly murmur.
His gaze fell on the rice paper in her hand, and his pupils contracted.
[Reading knows no age.]
[One year in the room is equivalent to one day outside.]
[Disciples can freely choose the techniques in the room, but any technique cannot be selected repeatedly.]
Sure enough, there was also a time manipulation formation!
Useful.
They could really choose a trial cave according to their needs!
Cultivate while passing through each level!
Meng Zi looked at Lin Shuang complicatedly, “Techniques cannot be selected repeatedly, you go first.”
“Sister Lin is insightful.”
Huangfu Yuan looked at the rice paper in her hand, his phoenix eyes shimmering.
“Luck is also good. The Blood Slaughtering Formation you wrote on the paper is the first chapter of an ancient killing formation.”
“It is said to have endless power. It was once used by a powerful expert to cut off three tails of an adult nine-tailed fox.”
“The Nine-tailed Fox, the legendary predecessor Demon King?”
Meng Zi was astonished.
Huangfu Yuan’s expression remained calm as he replied, “This formation, priced at Rong Bao Zhai, is worth one hundred thousand spirit stones.”
Meng Zi nearly choked on his saliva.
“In this room, there should be nothing rarer than the Blood-slaughtering Formation.”
Huangfu Yuan pressed his index finger against the silver hand stove, his phoenix eyes seeming to fall on the table corner.
“If Junior Sister chooses this one—”
“Xiao Ai, what’s my next schedule? And what are the shortcomings in my current cultivation?”
Interrupted, Huangfu Yuan’s dark lashes flickered.
“Drip, Xiao Ai at your service.”
“The next schedule is… Swordsmanship class.”
Huangfu Yuan was slightly surprised.
“Now, for your inquiry about the deficiencies in your current cultivation of sword techniques…”
“Right-hand Water Spirit Sword: Attack R, Speed SR, Durability SR, Defense R, Mana Consumption SR, Healing (Empty).”
Meng Zi felt dizzy listening.
Huangfu Yuan’s phoenix eyes were startled, looking towards Lin Shuang.
Upon hearing the soft response after listening to this information record talisman, she sighed.
“In that case, I’ll choose a set of left-handed sword techniques.”
Lin Shuang rested her chin on her hand.
“To complement my Water Spirit Sword.”
“The sword techniques here are all below the Earth grade, not as precious as the Blood-slaughtering Formation—” Huangfu Yuan looked at her with complexity.
“Can the Blood-slaughtering Formation heal or defend?”
Huangfu Yuan lowered his eyelids, “…It can even cut down an adult nine-tailed fox.”
“Why would I need that?”
Lin Shuang shook her head and drew a hexagon in the air.
“I currently lack attack, defense, and healing in sword techniques. To learn a new technique, I must make up for two of these.”
“The Blood-slaughtering Formation is too single-minded, only for attack, which doesn’t align with my hexagonal development. I’m neither going to kill a nine-tailed fox nor am I a formation master.”
Huangfu Yuan’s fingers loosened on the scroll.
Meng Zi, after hearing this, had a complex expression and withdrew the hand that was eager to try and explore the Blood-slaughtering Formation.
His Sword Technique, the Heaven-Slashing Blade, was an aggressive move but had significant drawbacks.
He wasn’t a formation master, and learning the Slaughter Blood Formation would require reaching the fifth order in formation arts!
That wasn’t achievable in the short time spent in Zhenchuan.
“Then I’ll take a look at the Blade Technique.” Meng Zi hefted his blade and turned back to the wall.
Huangfu Yuan lightly pursed his thin lips, a faint gleam in his phoenix eyes.
“Well, then I’ll take a look at the alchemy cultivation method.”
The three of them immediately focused on their chosen techniques, and the room fell silent.
The hourglass continued to trickle down.
Lin Shuang spent two tomato timers, took a break in between, and reluctantly narrowed her study to two techniques.
First was the Earth-grade technique “Returning Sword Technique.”
[Created by me during my travels, because I encountered a group of demonic cultivators. Unable to defeat me, they disturbed my cultivation daily, causing endless annoyance. Therefore, I created this sword technique.
When under attack, the sword technique will automatically activate and reflect the attack. It can reflect up to fifty percent, but not exceed the attacker’s cultivation.]
This was an attack reflection technique!
Although it could only reflect half, Lin Shuang was extremely interested.
It could both defend and attack, preventing her from losing health!
Paired with the Water Spirit Sword, she would be a pentagon warrior.
There was another technique that Lin Shuang named “Can I Take Some of Yours?”. It was a Human-grade technique called “Drips Form a River Technique.”
[Stupid junior brother in a sparring session suddenly comprehended.]
[In battle, absorb the spiritual energy of the enemy’s attack techniques, strengthen oneself, and the enemy won’t notice.]
Lin Shuang showed a conflicted expression.
Both the palm and the back of the hand were flesh.
One was the attack reflection where you end up killing yourself; didn’t expect that, huh?
The other was the “Can I take some of yours, big brother, you don’t mind, right?” Tea King.
She liked both.
“No, if I waste more time, I won’t be able to learn either of them.”
It was already approaching evening, and Lin Shuang forcibly asked herself to calm down. She had spent too much time pondering her technique choices.
After careful consideration, she decided to respect the teaching resources of the Clearwater Sect.
Heaven, Earth, and Human.
Earth-grade techniques had a higher rating than Human-grade ones, indicating they were rarer and more powerful.
She chose to memorize the Earth-grade “Returning Sword Technique” and then made a cheat sheet for the Human-grade “Drips Form a River Technique.”
“Today’s on-duty dantian is number six.”
Number six immediately started running, cultivating the Returning Sword Technique.
After one tomato timer, she relaxed and then started the second round of cultivation.
“Alright, I’ll go with this Mountain and Sea Thirteen Slashes!”
Meng Zi also made his choice.
Lin Shuang looked interested and asked, “What’s its power?”
“The most powerful kind,” Meng Zi grinned.
Huangfu Yuan’s light laughter came from behind the alchemy furnace, “Thirteen Slashes, the highest-priced one among the Earth-level Blade Techniques, valued at eight thousand five hundred spirit stones.”
“Hehe.” Meng Zi rubbed his hands.
Lin Shuang: “…”
She closed her eyes, finding it unbearable.
“Senior Brother Huangfu, what did you choose?” Meng Zi walked over with his knife, leaning over the alchemy furnace. “How much does the pill you’re learning cost?”
Huangfu Yuan hooked his lips. “This is Poisonous Camphor Pill, fifty spirit stones each.”
Not worth much.
Meng Zi decisively turned away.
After experiencing the 8,500 spirit stones, he was already inflated.
Lin Shuang sat on the bed, cross-legged with closed eyes.
The lion-dog symbol on the pillow made a dripping sound. “After five breaths, the next tomato timer: The second level of ‘Returning Sword Technique’ is about to begin.”
Meng Zi slipped, his eyes widening.
Did she reach the second level so quickly? How come?
He had just finished choosing his technique and hadn’t even started memorizing!
Huangfu Yuan, while throwing medicinal herbs into the furnace, also paused.
Then the furnace rumbled, surrounded by a black mist.
“Are you kidding me, Lin Shuang? Huh? How can you cultivate so fast?”
Meng Zi was puzzled.
If that was the case, why did Xiao Bai leave?
Why hadn’t she entered the inner sect in ten years?
But as soon as he spoke, it triggered the automatic response setting of the symbol lion-dog, Xiao Ai.
“Hello, Lin Shuang is currently practicing and cannot reply. It is expected to end in the next incense stick time. 0 people are waiting in line for communication.”
Slap! The lion and dog symbol spat out a yellow paper towards Meng Zi’s face.
——Queue window, the first person.
Meng Zi: “!”
Huangfu Yuan’s eyebrows twitched slightly, and another rumble came from the furnace.
But soon, he chuckled, “Junior Sister Lin usually practices very seriously.”
Meng Zi’s knife-like eyebrows furrowed.
Yes.
“But… it shouldn’t be. Wasn’t Xiao Bai affected by her not practicing seriously before, and isn’t she always slow in cultivation?” He didn’t understand.
But, slap! The lion-dog symbol was activated again.
“Detected keywords: cultivation, slow, not serious.”
“What would you like to inquire about? 1. How to solve the problem of slow cultivation; 2. How to change not practicing seriously; 3. Is there a way to cultivate not seriously but still breakthrough quickly…?”
Meng Zi: “!”
Huangfu Yuan attempted to throw the third batch of herbs into the furnace but stopped. He looked over with interest.
Response symbols usually had only one tier.
All were prepared by the maker, with predetermined questions and answers.
“Three, is there a way to cultivate not seriously but still breakthrough quickly.” Meng Zi’s eyes glittered.
The lion-dog symbol, with its folded double eyes, lit up with a series of runes.
“Ding, Question Three is VIP content.”
“??”
Both Meng Zi and Huangfu Yuan were puzzled.
The lion-dog symbol, however, moved forward. Snap, snap, the paper folded its small legs and took two steps. “Verifying VIP identity…”
“Ding, VIP identity verification failed, spiritual energy mismatch. Not Junior Sister Zhao Keran VIP Level III permission, not Junior Sister Bai Yu VIP Level I permission.”
“Sorry. Please recharge your emotions to a certain level before consulting.”
Meng Zi and Huangfu Yuan were both stunned.
Junior Sister Bai Yu?
“Wait, is this talking about Bai Yu?” Meng Zi widened his eyes.
Huangfu Yuan’s forehead moved slightly. “How do you recharge emotions and become… criticized?”
“Drip, for emotional recharge, you can talk and communicate with Lin Shuang every day in the morning hour, such as giving her small gifts, discussing topics on how to improve efficiency, having three meals together, or accompanying her on weekend outings as a companion.”
“Of course, you can also sweat and burn fat together~~~
Huangfu Yuan and Meng Zi were both dumbfounded.
Just as they were about to speak, the lion-dog symbol cutely opened its mouth again.
“Do you still need to ask questions one or two?”
“Xiao Ai is about to go to sleep, 3, 2…”
“Question one!” Meng Zi stared, “How to solve the problem of being criticized, ah, how to solve the problem of slow cultivation!”
This time, the lion-dog symbol was a bit slow to respond, and then it spoke.
“Question one, the answer is as follows—”
“Ding, I have connected you to the communication stone of the fat-burning partner Xiao Qi. He has grasped some methods for rapid learning.”
Meng Zi: “?”
Huangfu Yuan: “…?”
Who is Xiao Qi?
“Hey? Junior Sister Lin Shuang, you finally have time to find me for fat-burning exercise! I asked the Junior Sister next door for a sword; I’ll be there soon!”
A noble voice, but it sounded like someone who couldn’t afford their own flying sword.
“Hey, Junior Sister, don’t go, lend me your sword to mortgage to the Clearwater Sect—”
Meng Zi and Huangfu Yuan twitched at the corner of their eyes listening to this voice.
Love sword possessed, an elite outer disciple of the Mountain and Sea Sect, a genius who would enter the Nascent Soul realm within a hundred years?
“Let me tell you, Junior Sister Lin, I’ve already cultivated the Golden Bell Technique to the fourth level. It’s been less than five days, Haha, isn’t it fast this time?”
What?
Golden Bell Technique, the main defense, broke through to the fourth level in less than five days.
Meng Zi and Huangfu Yuan exchanged glances, then looked at the multifunctional ‘symbol’ connected to the communication stone.
“Xiao Qi, I am an inner disciple of the Clearwater Sect, Meng Zi.”
“Lin Shuang is practicing; do you know Xiao Ai? It asked me… cough, to ask you why you cultivate so fast?”
?”
After half a cup of tea, Xiao Qi, having understood the reasons, held the communication stone dumbfoundedly.
He thought that reaching the fifth level of the Golden Bell Technique was already quite fast.
Unexpectedly, Junior Sister Lin was about to enter the inner sect!
After a stick of incense, Xiao Qi digested the shock and returned the favor, “Senior Brother Meng, Senior Brother Huangfu, since you asked me through Junior Sister Lin ‘s Xiao Ai—”
“I’ll generously tell you.”
“Do you know about the learning pyramid and the memory curve of martial arts?”
“???”
Both Meng Zi and Huangfu Yuan fell into silence.
—
\[1222nd Floor Myriad Books Pavilion: 294 viewers watching the projection.\]
\[I’m here, junior brothers and junior sisters, which one is Lin Shuang from the outer sect?\]
\[Just one female disciple, in outer sect attire, practicing on the bed, didn’t you see before shouting, too many spiritual stones?\]
\[Roar, didn’t expect Little Junior Sister to be so lively and daring, entering our inner sect alone!\]
In the resting cave, Zhao Keran and others on duty looked surprised at the trial projection in front of them.
Sure enough, under the guidance of the Senior Sister in pink, after a series of operations, many ripples of text floated in the projection.
The movement speed of these characters was extremely fast, and they were densely packed, but they didn’t obscure the facial expressions and figures of Lin Shuang and the other two who were currently challenging.
The three elite outer sect disciples were amazed.
Zhao Keran’s round face reddened. “There are 294 disciples paying attention to Senior Sister!”
Senior Sister is amazing.
Zhao Keran stared at the text, simultaneously keeping an eye on Lin Shuang’s situation in the projection.
\[This Junior Sister’s luck stops here. Myriad Books Pavilion, count them unlucky.\]
Zhao Keran frowned as he watched.
\[Has this senior brother been there? What’s special about Myriad Books Pavilion?\]
\[Um, there… ▉▉……]
\[?\]
\[#Revered Mountain Man# has been muted for one stick of incense.\]
\[Zhenchuan House Management 1: Warning, if disciples reveal any key points of passing in the projection text, a fine of 500 spiritual stones and a mute for reflection.\]
\[!\]
\[!!\]
Zhao Keran: “!”
She turned to look at the senior sister in pink holding the jade slip.
Sure enough, after a series of operations, the pink-clad senior sister looked solemnly at the four outer sect disciples, “Did you see that? This is how the comments on these projections are managed.”
The woman in pink curled her lips. “Every year, there are such meddlesome fools, tsk.”
“Punishment is automatically triggered by the Zhenchuan Management Jade Slip.”
“If you see it, write management text in the projection to reiterate the punishment intensity, so others don’t make stupid mistakes.”
Zhao Keran and others hurriedly took note.
After the woman in pink finished speaking, she threw the management jade slip to Zhao Keran.
Looking up at Lin Shuang in the projection, she shook her head expressionlessly.
“The courage is indeed… impressive.”
But as she was about to get up to sell houses, a vague voice came from the projection array.
“I’ll generously tell you.”
“Do you know about the learning pyramid and the memory curve of martial arts?”
The woman in pink was stunned, lifting her head with a curious expression.
She had never heard of it.
What martial art was this?
She stopped in her tracks, silently perking up her ears.
The explanatory voice of Mountain and Sea Sect’s Xiao Qi soon came through the projection stone.
“The learning pyramid is like bzz—boom… ohh… boom…”
“The memory curve of martial arts goes bang—pop—ohh…”
Zhao Keran and Zhou Xuanwu opened their mouths, unable to resist touching their ears.
What’s going on here?
At crucial points, all they heard were jarring waves and thunderous winds!
A moment of surprise flashed in the eyes of the woman in pink.
In the projection, the text also experienced a small climax.
\[What the heck? Did you all hear that?\]
\[You find someone and go bzz against them, saying crackle-pop? Is this the learning pyramid?\]
\[This is Zhenchuan’s protective measure for the projection. Making a fuss about nothing! This learning pyramid seems to be at least a first-tier martial art.\]
\[I see.\]
\[Oh, it’s Zhenchuan’s projection ear-blocking protection, then it’s fine.\]
\[I thought the cave was breaking, with the ohh and pop pop…\]
Zhao Keran was stunned.
Zhou Xuanwu was wide-eyed.
So, Zhenchuan judged the Learning Pyramid as a first-tier martial art?
That’s why the projection automatically blocked it, not allowing other disciples to easily hear it.
“Worthy of being Senior Sister.”
Zhao Keran excitedly had a ruddy face.
“The pyramid is still free content, without a VIP lock.”
“…!”
—
Inside the projection array.
After the shaking silence of Meng Zi and Huangfu Yuan, they each looked at the alchemy furnace and the sword in front of them.
Teach a non-living object, as the learning pyramid does.
Huangfu Yuan silently stared at his three times exploded blackened alchemy furnace.
His index finger gently touched it.
Furnace, it’s time for you to learn alchemy on your own.
“The memory curve of martial arts…”
Meng Zi held down his sword.
All the previous track cultivation, high-temperature cultivation…
On the bed, Lin Shuang, who had just finished another tomato clock of cultivation, stretched lazily and opened her eyes.
“Ah, I should rest now. I’ll read a book for a tomato clock, take a short nap for another tomato clock, and then proceed with the final cultivation of the second tier.”
“!”
She really learned that fast!
Xiao Bai didn’t understand.
He thought of those wooden plaques he left in front of Junior Sister Zhao Keran… his head was about to explode.
Xiao Bai, he won’t be able to sleep tonight, can you?
Huangfu Yuan’s face was expressionless. With his slender index finger and thumb, he picked up a dark ink-like medicinal material and threw it into the alchemy furnace.
He was about to complete the learning of this tier-one pill.
In front of the projection array, Zhao Keran and the other two outer sect disciples were doing chores, occasionally looking at Lin Shuang.
They couldn’t see the martial arts characters on the wall clearly, but they were still excited.
“Senior Sister is about to complete the second tier cultivation.”
“Senior Brother Meng is also about to complete the first tier.”
“Senior Brother Huangfu… uh, seems to have learned a first-tier pill?”
Zhao Keran didn’t expect Senior Brother Huangfu’s alchemy skills to be so poor; it exploded three or four times in just half a day.
But now they’re about to form pills.
“They’re about to break through, right? Truly deserving of Senior Sister.”
Zhao Keran was jubilant, and even her table-cleaning movements became faster.
However, the woman in pink behind the counter sneered, “You’re underestimating the inner sect trial.”
Zhao Keran was about to retort, but in the next moment, the projection stone suddenly shifted dramatically.
The moon rose and the sun set, twilight fell, and everything in the book room, the basin, the bookshelves, the rice paper, and the ink marks on the walls, all disappeared.
Zhao Keran, watching the projection stone, was shocked.
But soon she felt relieved, “It’s okay, Senior Sister must have memorized it—”
However, in just an instant, a skeptical voice from Meng Zi sounded from the projection stone.
“Huh, where can this place hide so many books?”
Zhao Keran’s action of brewing spiritual tea came to a halt.
Why does this question sound so familiar?
The mist in the projection disappeared.
The day brightened again.
Lin Shuang opened her eyes on the bed in this book-filled room.
Meng Zi and Huangfu Yuan stood in the outer area, each opening their eyes.
“Look at the wall!” Meng Zi rushed to the ink that had reappeared on the wall.
Everything seemed to have just reappeared!
“There are words on the paper on the desk.”
“Behind the bed too…”
“The martial arts cannot be re-selected, you first.”
“Ancient Blood Slaughter Array—” Huangfu Yuan, holding a scroll, walked to Lin Shuang with sparkling eyes.
“Xiao Ai, what’s the flaw in my martial art…”
Lin Shuang in the projection stone lowered her head again, asking the lion-dog talisman.
Zhao Keran was bewildered, and the woman in pink sighed and shook her head.
\[Layer 1222: Reading Breaks Ten Thousand Books\]
In these two rooms, the voice of the kind old man sounded again.
\[I read thousands of books in the fog, but when I rise, I’m still an ordinary person…\]
\[In this trial: Disciples must memorize the techniques, recite them word for word, and reach the second level of cultivation to pass.\]
I read thousands of books in the fog, but when I rise, I’m still an ordinary person…
Zhao Keran was in a daze.
The woman in pink folded her hands behind her back, looking up at the projection.
“The room of ten thousand books, when night falls inside, everyone will immediately forget everything that happened here.”
The books that were flipped were back in place, and the candles that were burned were restored.
Even the wrinkles on their clothes were cleared by the Dust-Dispelling Technique.
All the handwritten martial arts, inks, everything returned to where they were, and the inscriptions vanished.
When they woke up again, they had forgotten everything, as if they had just entered, completely unaware of their repeated actions.
“Attempting to infer the topic of the trial from the names on the Red List.”
“Underestimating Zhenchuan too much!”
The woman in pink shook her head.
In an instant, several projections floated in front of her.
\[Layer 1222: Chen Xichuan…, Day 124, currently undergoing the trial.\]
\[Layer 1222: Zhou Ming…, Day 295, currently undergoing the trial.\]
\[Layer 1222: Bao Wenlin…, Day 93, currently undergoing the trial…\]
Several disciples were trapped in it, going around in circles.
First entering, discussing, choosing techniques, practicing, forgetting, and repeating the cycle, just like Lin Shuang and her companions.
Zhao Keran raised her head, a heavy look in her eyes.
How to break through this?
“Fastest Learning” icon memory? No, it will still be forgotten inside the room.
Thirty small suggestions for notes? No, the ink has disappeared.
…
Is there no way?
Zhao Keran looked at the puzzled faces of the disciples in the projection, feeling a sense of solemnity.
Is this the inner sect trial?
Senior Sister, can’t you pass it either?
“No, Senior Sister will definitely succeed.”
Zhao Keran looked at the projection with unusually firm determination.
“Although I don’t know how to pass, I know Senior Sister can do it.”
Fastest learning!
“Senior Sister will definitely finish learning the martial arts before nightfall, so she won’t forget!”
Zhao Keran had confidence in Senior Sister’s learning speed.
But as soon as she finished speaking, she saw Lin Shuang in the projection already standing in front of the white wall covered with martial arts.
“Okay, let’s analyze which sword technique I should choose.”
After an incense stick’s time, she walked to the bookshelf.
This analysis took two hours.
During this time, as before, she interspersed her other daily routines: listening to music with closed eyes, reading novels, taking a short break, applying a face mask, arranging her hair…
It wasn’t until the sunset outside that she, with a bright gaze, began to transcribe the technique.
“Oh no, it’s already this time.”
Lin Shuang looked at the sunset outside the window, feeling a bit nervous, but quickly relaxed.
“It’s okay, preparation in advance, no harm in spending more effort.”
“Compared to making a mistake, going back, re-studying, and correcting, it saves a lot of time.”
“Moreover, I’m probably still inside Zhenchuan’s Time Formation, so it doesn’t count as wasting much real-time.”
Zhao Keran, watching the projection stone, froze for a moment with confidence on her face.
Senior Sister’s Dao heart is really too strong!
Her way of thinking—just like before!
‘On the second day,’ sitting cross-legged on the bed and practicing, it was like ‘the day before,’ no advance at all!
Oh no.
Zhao Keran became nervous.
Meng Zi, in the same room in the projection, like yesterday, a step later than Lin Shuang, raised her arms and shouted, “I’ve chosen the Mountain and Sea Thirteen Forms!”
“Hehe, the highest-ranked martial art at the Earth level.” Huangfu Yun smiled, holding a book on poisonous pills.
The three of them were practically a replica of yesterday.
Dao’s heart is as hard as profound iron!
Zhao Keran fell silent.
In the resting courtyard, the pink-clad woman, checking the sales situation of the cave residences, found rare satisfaction.
“When she fails and comes back, Little Zhao, you bring her to me to buy Cave Residence 800!”
But as soon as she finished speaking, the voice of Lin Shuang’s confusion echoed from the projection.
“Huh?”
“Not right?”
“Something’s off. Have I spent a day here already?”
What?!
The woman in pink widened her eyes, turning her head quickly.
Impossible… how could the disciples find out?
There was still a Spirit Gathering Array in the book house.
The recovery speed of the disciples’ spiritual energy was extremely fast; they wouldn’t notice the passing of years in the book house!
But as she turned her head, she saw Lin Shuang in the projection, puzzled, touching her abdomen.
“Today is the turn of Number Six to be on duty. It has been two months since the last time.”
“But why is Number Six so slow and sluggish today? Huh, are you trying to go on strike? Damn it, Number Six, your work attitude is so bad!”
The woman in pink: “?”
“Wait a minute, is Number Six abnormal, or am I abnormal?”
“Did Number Six already work a shift yesterday, no, maybe even today?”
The unhappy voice of Lin Shuang in the projection suddenly sounded.
“I’ve been robbed of a day of my time?!”
The woman in pink almost dropped the jade slip in her hand, and in an instant, she stood up. “What is this Number Six!?”
It’s… the sixth dantian!
Beside her, Zhao Keran tightly covered her mouth.
In the latest version of “Fastest Learning,” the section on energy management—
Senior Sister more than 80 dantians take turns on duty every day.
They radiate vitality every day and are always energetic.
Working two days in a row, although the spiritual energy of the dantians is still there, they are tired!
Senior Sister feels abnormal as soon as she practices!
Zhao Keran took a step back, looking at the projection with a blush on her face.
“So, Senior Sister had already told me the way to pass the assessment of the 1200th level of the inner sect.”
The woman in pink: “????”
The author has something to say:
“Zhao Headmaster’s Handwritten 24”: “The wonders of daily shifts. Today’s note… I’m taking a break, not writing anymore.”
—Outer Sect Supervisor Senior Brother Xu Rui: I may not have rested for a long time.
—Outer Sect Elder of the Transmission Hall: Thinking about taking a break +1.
—Zhou Xuanwu: In closed-door cultivation, do not disturb.
