Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 285 Langhuan Library
Chu Cangming was speechless upon hearing this, and the eager glint in his eyes quietly disappeared.

In his view, who is well-versed in swordsmanship, fighting against heavy weapon warriors is ultimately less interesting. Heavy weapons are wide and powerful, emphasizing brute force to overcome skill. Although the moves are fierce and unparalleled, they lack delicacy, like a brute swinging an axe to chop wood. How can they compare to the light and ever-changing swordsmanship?

Some sophisticated methods of using heavy weapons, though subtle in their details, ultimately cannot compare to the elegance of the sword.

When the two arrived at Langhuan Library, Chu Cangming simply bowed slightly and said a few words.

"Junior Brother Xu, please do as you please."

After saying that, he transformed into a streak of green and flew away, his robes billowing and creating wisps of swirling energy in the air.

Xu Yunfan watched the figure disappear at the end of the cloud bridge, his gaze growing increasingly somber.

He knew that the senior disciple's sudden appearance was no accident; it was clearly to test his worth as a "newly appointed disciple."

After all, the resources of the Dao Sect are limited; the more people share the pie, the less opportunity there is.

Chu Cangming may seem carefree and unhurried, but in reality, he has etched the word "vigilance" into every step he takes; this is just the appetizer.

Xu Yunfan withdrew his gaze, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace on his back.

He opened the Xuan Steel Case, plucked a ginseng root from the ginseng child and chewed it, while looking around at the Langhuan Library in front of him.

When Xu Yunfan pushed open the door of the Langhuan Library, which was engraved with strange cloud patterns of the Daoist sect, the bitter taste of ginseng still lingered on his tongue. The scalding heat flowed continuously from his stomach to his limbs and bones, and then quickly transformed into his internal energy, making his internal energy even more intense and profound.

Pushing open the door, the vast sea of ​​books that greeted him made him gasp for breath.

The nine-story circular pavilion rises to the sky, with jade bells hanging from the eaves of each floor, which scatter fine, clear light when they move even without wind.

Tens of thousands of black iron bookshelves are arranged in an octagonal formation. On the shelves are bamboo slips, silk cloths, and ancient books that gleam with the faint light of golden nanmu wood. Jade books flow with a spiritual energy like water ripples. There are also extremely ancient animal skin scrolls placed in the corner, which is enough to show how ancient the books in this library are.

Above the third floor, there were spiraling cloud ladders, and the figures of several disciples with graceful steps appeared and disappeared among the clouds, their robes brushing against each other and carrying the fragrance of ink.

The dome in the very center suddenly opened up, and a silvery ray of light poured down, illuminating the "Myriad Paths Returning to the Flow" pattern, which was made of a whole piece of cold jade on the ground, in every detail.

Inside the Langhuan Library, the clear moonlight from the dome flowed like water onto the "Ten Thousand Paths Returning to the Flow" painting made of cold jade.

Three or five Taoist disciples sat around the central stone platform, their fingertips tracing the yellowed pages of the book, their movements so gentle as if afraid of disturbing the sleeping souls within the words.

The entire space was so quiet that you could hear the scent of ink slowly settling in the air. Only the occasional turning of a page, like the fluttering of butterfly wings, created a barely perceptible ripple.

The spiritual energy within the Langhuan Library was unexpectedly abundant. The foundation of the entire building seemed to have been forged with an effect similar to a spirit-gathering array, capable of attracting and gathering the spiritual energy that was wandering between heaven and earth.

"New here?"

A hoarse voice came from the right. Xu Yunfan turned his head and saw an old man with white hair and beard leaning behind a sandalwood counter, his withered fingers stroking a bronze counting rod.

The old man never looked up; his cloudy eyes beneath his gray eyebrows seemed half-open, as if they had long since merged with the dust that had lingered in the library for years.

"Indeed, senior is..."

Xu Yunfan clasped his hands in a fist salute, and the dragon scale armor emitted a faint clanging sound with the movement.

The old man finally lifted his eyelids, revealing two pinpoint-like glints in his pupils: "Do you understand the rules? Hand over the token."

As Xu Yunfan placed the Xuan Tian Token on the counter, a faint spiritual light suddenly rose from the ebony surface.
The old man's relaxed fingers suddenly tensed, and the counting rods snapped in two with a "crack".

He stared at the two characters "Tongxuan" on the token for a full three breaths, swallowing what he couldn't tell was shock or envy, which ultimately turned into a barely audible sigh.

“The Xuan Tian Token… I haven’t seen it in so many years.” His withered fingertips hovered half an inch above the token, but he ultimately didn’t dare to touch it.

When the old man looked up, his expression had returned to its usual calm and collected state, but his voice was kept extremely low.

"With this token, one can ascend to the ninth floor, but..."

He suddenly tapped the counter three times with his fingers, and the jade bells hanging at the four corners of the library moved automatically without wind, locking his next words in the small space: "It is forbidden to spread outside, or your eyes will be gouged out."

"Boom!"

In the northwest corner, a disciple accidentally knocked over an inkstone.

The moment the ink splashed onto the "True Explanation of Thundercloud Hands," the entire floor's atmosphere seemed to freeze.

Xu Yunfan felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. At this moment, at least twenty pairs of eyes were glued to his back like a bone-deep infection. The sound of books falling to the ground came from behind the bookshelf on the left, and even the deliberately heavy footsteps echoed from the third-floor staircase.

Although the voice was concentrated in a small area, these Daoist disciples were truly hidden talents, and they actually managed to hear the old man's words.

The old man seemed oblivious, flicked his wrist, and a strand of green hair flew out from his sleeve and wrapped around Xu Yunfan's wrist: "With this order, you can stay as long as you want. If you can't stand the hunger, just come out."

After saying that, he buried himself in the ledger again, his hunched back resembling that of an unchanging tomb keeper.

When Xu Yunfan turned around, the silence of the entire library had changed.

Although the disciples, who were originally focused on reading the classics, still kept their heads down, their tense shoulders, slightly off-center toes, and even the fingers that suddenly stopped on the pages were all exposed by the undercurrent of prying eyes.

On the third floor, a disciple in purple robes even crushed a spiritual fruit in his hand by the railing. As the juice dripped from between his fingers, it reflected a scarlet image on the cold jade floor.

As he stepped onto the ladder leading to the second floor, a sudden burst of suppressed discussion erupted behind him.

"The Xuan Tian Token?! Isn't that only for..."

"Shh! Do you want to go to the torture chamber dungeon?"

"I heard the last time someone held this command was three hundred years ago..."

The whispers turned into a real obstacle when Xu Yunfan stepped onto the third floor.

Four disciples dressed in indigo Taoist robes stood side by side blocking the stairwell, the "Xuanxiao" jade pendant hanging from the waist of the leader indicating his status as a true disciple.

The man's fingers rested on the hilt of his sword, his face somewhat profound, the firelight reflecting the undisguised inquiry in his eyes: "This junior brother is quite unfamiliar."

Xu Yunfan raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze sweeping over the "Xuanxiao" jade pendants hanging from the waists of the four people.

He must be a true disciple of the Xuanxiao Peak of the Daoist sect. At such a young age, he has already reached the point of blood transfusion, which certainly shows that he has enough potential.

Under his keen perception of qi, although the qi and blood of these four people surged like rivers, they were still not free from the shackles of the Blood Exchange Realm. In an ordinary sect, they might be able to serve as guardian elders, and in a more remote state, they might even be able to establish their own sect. However, in a place like the Dao Sect, where dragons and tigers are hidden, they are not good enough.

Some people, even if they make rapid progress in martial arts, will never make any further progress in their lives.

Only a few can continuously break through the shackles of martial arts, surpass the limits of the body, and become extremely strong.

The dragon scale armor on his shoulders trembled slightly, and a sense of overwhelming pressure, like a mountain collapsing, seeped from his pores.

(End of this chapter)