My Fairy Raising Game

"Auntie, there's one more thing."

Shen Yu didn't dwell on the matter any longer and got down to business:

"There are still about two months until the Dragon Gate Ceremony, and the competition will surely be fierce. I plan to cultivate another supernatural ability, but I am not qualified to enter the library of the Transmission Hall, so... could you help me?"

The Transmission Hall is the institution of the Jade Toad Palace responsible for transmitting Taoist teachings. Its library houses thousands of cultivation methods and supernatural Taoist books, making it a place that all disciples yearn for.

However, as an outer disciple, Shen Yu only had one chance to enter the library, and he had already used that chance to obtain the fundamental Daoist book, "The Spirit Toad Swallows the Moon Record".

This is a simplified version of the "Taiyin Treasure Scripture," one of the three great inheritances of the Jade Toad Palace. It is also incomplete, only containing the section from the Qi Refining Realm to the Celestial Realm. To obtain the rest, one must be promoted to an inner disciple.

Now, if Shen Yu wants to enter the library to find a sword technique, he can only ask his aunt for help.

"To cultivate another supernatural power..."

Yang Lan, however, noticed another layer of meaning in Shen Yu's words. Her beautiful eyes swept over Shen Yu, and she suddenly asked, "Could it be that you have already mastered the 'Ice Soul Yuan Blade'?"

Shen Yu did not answer, but simply raised his palm. Wisps of water vapor gathered and transformed into a transparent and crystalline blade of light, as thin as a cicada's wing, beautiful and exquisite, yet exuding a chilling aura that made people's hearts tremble.

Yang Lan raised her eyebrows slightly, clearly somewhat surprised: "It seems Yiyi was right, your physique is indeed extraordinary. And it's quite an achievement that you were able to find a piece of Ice Soul Flowing Cloud Qi and successfully cultivate this divine ability."

What Pei Suyi said... Shen Yu's heart stirred slightly. Could it be that this woman saw through my Mingyu Spiritual Body talent?

"Fine, I originally thought you were just an average kid, and even if you achieved nothing, I could still guarantee you a peaceful life. Living a stable life might not be such a bad thing for you."

Yang Lan pondered for a moment: "But since you have good talent and are worth cultivating, that's a good thing. Although I don't know why your talent wasn't detected back then, it doesn't matter. As an elder, I should help you out."

As she spoke, she flicked her finger, and a stream of light landed on the back of Shen Yu's hand, turning into a purple rune mark.

"This is your pass to the library... You can enter the library in three days. However, as an outer disciple, you can only enter the first and second floors of the library and choose only one Daoist book."

"Thank you, Auntie."

Shen Yu felt a surge of joy.

As long as he enters the library and selects a sword manual, with his top-notch sword talent like innate sword bone, he will definitely be able to master it quickly in a short time, and his strength will increase dramatically.

Yang Lan shook her head: "That's all I can do to help you. But with your current cultivation level, you should have a good performance at the Dragon Gate Ceremony in two months. I hope you won't disappoint your aunt then!"

......

After finishing his business, Shen Yu did not linger on Fuyun Mountain. After bidding farewell to Yang Lan, he quickly descended the mountain, left the inner sect, and returned to his Qingzhu Pavilion.

But when he arrived at his doorstep, his expression shifted slightly, as if he had sensed something.

Then, he stepped forward, pushed open the door, and went inside.

Then, Shen Yu saw several uninvited guests in his front yard.

One of them was a young cultivator not much older than Shen Yu, dressed in fine clothes, tall and thin, with thick, dark eyebrows, and a fierce look in his eyes.

At this moment, the man was sitting on a stone bench.

Behind him stood two strong servants.

The two men were tall and muscular, and even their thin clothes couldn't hide the bulging muscles on their bodies; they exuded a fierce aura.

These are strongmen who have practiced body tempering techniques. They may be inferior to real cultivators, as they do not have true qi in their bodies, but they are strong and powerful. They are usually used as guards or Dao soldiers.

"Yan Hua, it's you!"

Shen Yu's gaze sharpened as he recognized the newcomer.

This guy was also an old acquaintance of his, just like Hou Yong, they had known each other since childhood.

The difference is that after Shen Yu's parents died, his father's position was taken over by Yan Hua's father, who became an outer sect elder. After that, Yan Hua's father rose in rank and became arrogant, no longer associating with Shen Yu.

Because of his high profile, he is quite well-known among the outer sect members.

I never expected that they would come knocking on my door like this.

No one visits a temple without a reason; this guy's sudden appearance suggests he's up to no good!

"Senior Brother Shen, we've been waiting for you for so long! Why are you only coming back now?"

Upon seeing Shen Yu enter, Yan Hua did not stand up, but instead looked over with a smile.

Shen Yu did not respond, but looked at his little maid who was sitting on the ground to the side with red eyes.

On one side of her soft, fair face, there was a clear handprint, red and purple, making half of her face swollen.

"Young Master..."

Upon seeing Shen Yu, Yu Rourou reacted as if she had found a lifeline, quickly getting up and hiding behind him, tears still clinging to her eyelashes.

"Young master, you've finally arrived. These men knocked on the door and, finding you weren't home, insisted on coming in. I refused, and that big guy even hit me..."

As she spoke, Yu Rourou, looking aggrieved, raised her hand and cautiously pointed to one of the strong servants.

"Senior Brother Shen, I made a special trip to visit you today, but your little maid refused to let me into the courtyard. This is not the way to treat a guest."

Yan Hua spoke up at this moment, a half-smile on his face: "So, I'll help you discipline her properly and teach her some manners. You shouldn't mind, right?"

"The way to treat guests?"

Shen Yu's gaze first fell on the swollen handprint on his maid's face, then he glanced at the burly servant, before looking at Yan Hua with a cold expression:

"Hey Yan, are we that close? You've come uninvited, do you even consider yourself a guest?"

"Or have you lost your mind, are just bored out of your mind, and come here to show off your power?"

"you--"

Yan Hua's lips twitched, his anger rising at Shen Yu's blunt words.

Since his father became an outer sect elder, he has been surrounded by people who are used to flattering him. It has been a long time since anyone has dared to speak to him like that.

"Hmph, let's be frank, I'm here today to discuss something important with you."

Yan Hua snorted coldly, too lazy to say anything more.

"You came to me to talk things out, but instead you bullied my people—who gave you the nerve!"

Shen Yu remained calm, and with a wave of his hand, two snow-white, crystal-clear, and as thin as cicada wings blades quickly condensed and took shape, radiating a chilling aura.

"The Ice Soul Yuan Blade?!"

Yan Hua was taken aback and exclaimed, "You actually mastered this supernatural power... Wait, what are you going to do?"

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Yu waved his hand, and two beams of light shot out like bolts of lightning, their target clearly in his direction.

"Stop, you..."

Yan Hua's expression changed drastically. Before he could react, he saw the blade easily cleave the two strong servants beside him in two, their blood gushing out and their internal organs spilling onto the ground.