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

The Battle of Leimingtai made the "Bronze Mask Man" a sensation.

From that day on, the Sutra Repository became the sect's newest internet-famous spot for taking photos.

Every day, several groups of disciples would come under the guise of consulting ancient texts, but in reality, they would come to gather information.

"Senior brother, my name is Li Dazui. May I ask which direction you saw that masked man walk in at Thunder Platform that day?"

"Senior Brother Mo, I have some freshly baked Hundred Flower Cake here, please try some. And tell me, how tall was that masked man? How old did he sound?"

"Senior brother! What kind of technique is he using? To be able to bend lightning magic is simply amazing!"

Mo Chengyue sat in his exclusive armchair, with a typical "socially awkward" expression, calmly giving directions to his group of bored junior brothers and sisters.

"They headed east."

"Seven feet tall, voice...unintelligible."

"I don't know, I've never seen it before."

He gave a perfunctory answer that was as official as it could possibly be, while inwardly cursing it out.

It's rolled up, it really is rolled up.

Even gossiping is so competitive.

Wouldn't it be better to use that time to practice your skills more?

However, despite his complaints, he still maintained that harmless look on his face.

Who would have thought that the mysterious expert this group of people were frantically searching for was actually the ordinary librarian who was giving them directions?

This feeling, hey, is really not bad.

After getting rid of yet another wave of curious onlookers, Mo Chengyue finally had some peace and quiet.

He picked up the teacup, took a small sip, but his consciousness had already spread out like a tide.

The battle at Leiming Terrace was merely a minor episode in his cultivation plan.

The real harvest came during these four months, in this library.

With the enhanced divine sense from the Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Scripture, which far surpassed that of other cultivators of the same level, he developed a completely new way of reading.

Quantum speed reading!

His divine sense transformed into countless fine tentacles, penetrating the books directly without needing to turn the pages, like a high-precision scanner, forcibly "copying" the contents of the books on the shelves into his own sea of ​​consciousness.

The "Detailed Explanation of 108 Basic Array Patterns" in the Array Formation section.

The "Essentials of Low-Level Talisman Drawing" in the Talisman section.

The miscellaneous school district's "Illustrated Compendium of Monsters," "Analysis of Spiritual Plants," and "Unofficial History of the Hehuan Sect."

Countless array diagrams, rune strokes, and strange and wonderful knowledge were frantically absorbed into his mind like a torrent of data.

In just four months, he, this "human vacuum cleaner," had swept away a quarter of the books on the second floor of the library.

His brain is now a mobile database.

late at night.

Qingquan Peak, the dense forest behind Mo Chengyue's cave.

The moonlight was sparse, and the shadows of the trees swayed gently.

A gray shadow darted swiftly through the forest, so fast that only a series of afterimages could be seen.

It was Mo Chengyue.

He is currently cultivating the second level of the "Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Technique".

Thousands of thunders are coming.

Although there was no real lightning, he still meticulously simulated it.

The Heavenly Dragon Steps he used were no longer the clumsy movements he had when he first learned them.

Its movements were like those of a ghost, shifting and leaping within a small space, each step landing precisely in the gaps between fallen leaves without making a sound.

At the same time, the true essence within his body was circulating wildly according to the specific meridian routes described in the second level of the technique.

It simulates the trajectory of guiding the power of countless lightning bolts through the meridians.

After a long while, Mo Chengyue's figure suddenly stopped, and all the afterimages instantly merged into one.

He stood there and exhaled a long breath.

"It still doesn't work."

He frowned slightly.

This second level of technique, like the first, focuses on "guiding" and "dissolving" rather than "generating" lightning.

It requires the practitioner to be able to draw all the lightning power into their body the instant they are struck by lightning, and then weaken its power layer by layer through specific meridian routes, ultimately dissolving it into nothingness.

This movement technique is designed to minimize the strain on the body when guiding lightning.

But without a real source of lightning, all of this is just wishful thinking.

"It seems I'll have to rely on myself to have enough to eat and wear."

A glint of light flashed in Mo Chengyue's eyes.

From that day on, every night, a faint flash of lightning would light up this dense forest.

Mo Chengyue will put the array formation knowledge he learned in the Scripture Pavilion into practice for the first time.

He used dozens of the lowest-level lightning talismans as the array's core, supplemented by spirit-gathering runes carved on tree trunks and rocks, and painstakingly set up a simple yet effective small lightning array in the forest.

From the nights of mid-autumn to the bleakness of early winter.

He spends every day immersed in this minefield.

"Sizzle..."

A faint arc of electricity shot out from the lightning rune and struck his arm.

Mo Chengyue neither dodged nor avoided, but focused his mind and immediately activated the "Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Technique".

The moment the numbing and stinging lightning power entered the body, it was enveloped by a pre-prepared true essence, which guided it to slowly travel along that mysterious meridian route.

From the arms, to the shoulders, and then to the torso...

The power of lightning is weakened by one point each time it passes through a meridian.

When it finally completes a full cycle and reaches the dantian, it is as docile as a lamb, easily swallowed by the Tai Chi vortex, and transformed into the purest energy.

It worked!

Even though it was just the faintest lightning, this breakthrough from 0 to 1 made Mo Chengyue ecstatic.

……

The snow fell heavily, like goose feathers.

The entire Hehuan Sect was dyed pure white overnight.

Outside the library, the array that alters the temperature is in operation.

Room temperature.

Mo Chengyue hummed a little tune as he prepared to brew a pot of his newly acquired Snow Peak Spirit Tea.

Sudden.

Without warning, the spiritual energy in the world suddenly stagnated, and then plunged into a violent boiling!

The temperature inside the library, which was as warm as spring, suddenly dropped, plummeting to freezing point in an instant!

"Snap!"

The fine celadon teacup in Mo Chengyue's hand couldn't withstand the drastic temperature difference and shattered.

His expression changed, and he suddenly ran to the railing on the second floor to look out.

All that could be seen was the direction of Ice Soul Peak.

The once clear sky was now completely covered by thick, leaden clouds.

The dark clouds churned and roared, forming a gigantic vortex at their center, emanating a terrifying spiritual pressure that sent chills down one's spine.

The snowflakes, as if imbued with life, frantically converged towards the center of the vortex.

when!when!when!

The sect's highest alert bell was rung, its distant yet urgent toll echoing in every corner.

All the disciples, regardless of their cultivation level, were overwhelmed by this immense and unparalleled pressure, their faces turning pale.

Just then, a brilliant light shone from the center of the leaden cloud vortex.

A gigantic lotus phantom, composed of the purest ice crystals, slowly bloomed.

The phantom of the lotus flower covered an area of ​​hundreds of miles, pure and beautiful, yet carrying a terrifying aura of world destruction.

Auspicious sign of the nascent soul!

Mo Chengyue's pupils shrank suddenly, and he froze.

He realized it instantly.

The female demon he "harmed".

The law enforcement elder whose cultivation was drained by him, who was used as a furnace.

Cold Moon Heart!

She's about to form her nascent soul!

The next second, Mo Chengyue's face turned deathly pale.

There wasn't a single thought in his mind to celebrate the sect.

My first reaction, and also my only reaction.

run!

Pack your valuables and get out of here!

His blood ran cold.

Are you kidding me!

Leng Yuexin was only at the Core Formation stage, yet she was able to chase him relentlessly, leaving him nowhere to run.

If she were to successfully advance to the Nascent Soul stage, that would be a disaster!

At that point, they could crush him with a flick of their fingers, easier than squashing an ant!

He frantically rummaged through his storage bag for all his belongings while simultaneously calculating his escape route.

"To the west lies an endless desert. I, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, don't know if I could ever get out if I went in."

"To the north lies the territory of the Righteous Path Alliance. The moment I reveal my identity as a disciple of the Joyful Union Sect, those hypocrites will be able to send me to the afterlife on the spot—physically!"

"To the east is the sea, who knows what kind of creatures are in there."

"The only way is south, through the Meteor Dragon Swamp, to the Southern Frontier Demon Realm... but damn it, that's how Senior Brother Zhang died!"

His mind was racing, and he was constantly muttering to himself.

"Please don't succeed, please don't succeed... God, please open your eyes and send down a bolt of divine lightning to kill her..."

Although he knew that thinking this way was very unfair.

But compared to one's own life, kindness is nothing!

Mo Chengyue had a flash of inspiration.

Ah!

No! He hasn't officially broken through to the Nascent Soul stage yet.

Why would I panic? Don't scare yourself unnecessarily.

Mo Chengyue calmed himself down.