If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

"Looks like I'll have to be more careful from now on."

Mo Chengyue lowered his head, picked up his teacup, and took a big gulp to calm his nerves.

Lin Miaoyin did not find her target and disappointedly withdrew her gaze.

She snorted coldly, lifted her skirt, and walked gracefully upstairs with delicate steps.

Until the four figures completely disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

The entire library was bustling again.

The disciples gathered in twos and threes, excitedly discussing the carnage they had just witnessed.

"Hey, what level of cultivation technique do you think they'll get when they go up to the ninth floor this time?"

"Needless to say? They're all top-tier! I heard there's a rare, high-grade Earth-rank manual on the ninth floor!"

"It's true what they say, comparisons are the thief of joy."

Mo Chengyue listened to the surrounding discussions and revealed a subtle smile.

"Junior Sister Lin, this job isn't going to be easy."

Mo Chengyue put down his teacup and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

He glanced in the direction of the stairwell.

Although no one could be seen there, he could clearly sense waves of spiritual energy that made his heart pound.

That was Elder Chen releasing his aura.

The door to the ninth floor is not so easy to enter.

……

The Sutra Repository, ninth floor.

This place is completely different from the eight floors below.

There were no densely packed bookshelves, nor mountains of classic books.

There was only one empty hall.

In the center of the main hall, hundreds of jade slips, emitting a faint glow, floated.

Each jade slip was encased in a powerful restriction.

And directly in front of these jade slips.

An elderly man with white hair and beard was sitting cross-legged on a worn-out futon.

He was wearing a faded gray Taoist robe.

His face was covered with deep wrinkles.

He looked like an ordinary old man who was nearing the end of his life.

But Ye Wushang and the other three stood ramrod straight, not daring to even breathe.

Because this old man is one of the most mysterious and unapproachable figures in the Hehuan Sect.

Chen Changqing.

A cultivator who is said to have lived for eight hundred years and is in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Lin Wanqing huddled in the corner, trying to minimize her presence.

She had just brought the person there when she was so frightened by the terrifying aura emanating from Elder Chen that her legs went weak.

At this moment, he could only barely avoid collapsing to the ground by holding onto the wall.

"What? Are young people these days so ill-mannered?"

Elder Chen slowly opened his eyes.

His pupils were cloudy, yet unfathomable.

His gaze swept over the four people, his voice hoarse and grating.

"Don't you know to pay your respects to your senior before entering?"

Ye Wushang's face stiffened.

He was used to being arrogant and doted on in his family, so he had never been treated like this before.

But faced with this living ancestor, he could only forcefully suppress his displeasure.

He stepped forward and bowed.

The movements were perfect, without a single flaw.

"Disciple Ye Wushang greets Elder Chen."

The other three also bowed.

Even the most arrogant Xiao Fan restrained all his sharpness at this moment, lowering his head and becoming meek.

His experience as a reborn person told him this.

These seemingly insignificant old men are often the most terrifying bosses.

Never provoke someone if you are not strong enough.

"Well, at least you're not blind."

Elder Chen snorted coldly, not buying it.

He stretched out a hand as dry as tree bark and pointed to the jade slips floating in mid-air.

"This is the reward that the sect leader promised you."

"Each person can only choose one."

"Once you've made your selection, there are no returns or exchanges."

Whether you can find something suitable for yourself depends entirely on your fate.

After saying that, he closed his eyes again.

They have an attitude of "choose if you want, or get lost if you don't."

The four exchanged a glance.

A spark ignited in their eyes instantly.

This is a matter of chance.

It is also another war without gunfire.

Ye Wushang made the first move.

He had long had his eye on one of the jade slips that emitted a black glow.

That was the top-tier demonic technique he had always dreamed of!

"I want this 'Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Demon'!"

He let out a low shout, his body suddenly leaping up as he reached out to grab the jade slip.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Ye, you have quite the big mouth."

Lin Miaoyin let out a sweet laugh.

She plucked the strings of her pipa with a sudden burst of speed.

An invisible sound wave arrived instantly, striking Ye Wushang's outstretched hand.

"This thing is destined for me, senior brother, you should part with it."

"You bitch!"

Ye Wushang was furious.

He threw a burst talisman at them with a backhand motion.

The spiritual energy inside the hall surged instantly.

Ye Changfeng and Xiao Fan were not idle either.

The two of them looked at a jade slip that exuded an ancient sword aura.

No nonsense.

Sword light and fist shadows erupted simultaneously.

In their struggle for the best cultivation technique, the four of them actually started fighting right in front of Elder Chen.

Lin Wanqing was so frightened that she covered her mouth.

Won't I get beaten to death?

Just when the situation was about to get out of control.

A soft cough was heard.

"cough."

The sound wasn't loud.

But it exploded in the ears of the four like a thunderclap.

The previously surging spiritual energy dissipated instantly.

The four of them felt an overwhelming and terrifying force pressing down on them.

"thump!"

Except for Ye Changfeng, who could barely kneel on one knee to support himself.

The other three were actually forced to the ground by the pressure.

Elder Chen kept his eyes closed.

The posture didn't even change.

"No noise is allowed inside the Sutra Repository."

"There will be a next time."

"Throw it out."

These few simple words carried an undeniable domineering authority.

The four men lay on the ground, drenched in cold sweat.

Is this... the power of the Nascent Soul stage?

Absolutely terrifying!

……

The second floor.

Mo Chengyue felt a fleeting, terrifying pressure emanating from above.

He nodded in satisfaction.

"It seems Elder Chen isn't in a good mood today."

"These four unlucky guys are probably in for a rough time."

He pulled a handful of melon seeds from his pocket.

"Click."

The crisp sound was particularly pleasant on the quiet second floor.

"Go ahead and fight."

"It would be best if both sides were severely injured."

"That way, I'll have fewer competitors in the Immortal-Demon Battlefield five months from now."

Mo Chengyue ate sunflower seeds while making plans in his mind.

Sudden.

A familiar figure appeared at the top of the stairs on the second floor.

That was Lin Wanqing, who had just returned from dropping someone off.

The little girl was pale and looked extremely frightened.

Upon seeing Mo Chengyue, she felt as if she had seen a family member and quickly walked over.

"Senior Brother Mo..."

Her voice was choked with sobs.

Mo Chengyue immediately put away the melon seeds and put on a concerned expression.

"Junior sister, what's wrong?"

"Did those guys bully you?"

"Don't be afraid, tell your senior brother."

"Although I can't beat them in battle, I can support you in spirit!"

Lin Wanqing was amused.

My tense nerves relaxed.

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and looked at Mo Chengyue's face, which was full of "sincerity".

A warm feeling welled up in my heart.

"Senior Brother Mo, you're so kind."

"He's nothing like those fierce, arrogant geniuses."

Mo Chengyue smiled slightly, concealing his merits and fame.

"That's right."

"I'm just an ordinary librarian."