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

A sudden commotion arose outside the library.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely sharp chill swept across the entire second floor.

The once warm sunlight seemed to be frozen by this chill.

Many disciples who were reading couldn't help but shudder.

"What's going on? Is the air conditioning too high?"

Mo Chengyue put down his teacup, his brows furrowing slightly.

This aura... it feels somewhat familiar.

It carries an aura of menace that says, "Keep away, or you will die."

"They're from Biyun Peak!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise at the window.

"It seems like that Ice Queen has arrived!"

Mo Chengyue's heart skipped a beat.

An ominous premonition arose spontaneously.

He instinctively shrank his neck and hid his body further into the pile of books.

Only a pair of eyes were visible, peering out through the gaps in the bookshelf.

All that could be seen was the open space outside the Sutra Repository.

A group of disciples dressed in turquoise Taoist robes were escorting a woman in white as she walked towards them.

The woman was tall and slender, dressed in pure white, untouched by any dust.

He was carrying a long sword that was entirely emerald green.

Su Qingying.

Compared to the Wanqi Mountain Trial.

Now, her temperament has undergone a complete transformation.

She used to be aloof, like a rose with thorns.

Now she is lifeless, like a block of ice that has never melted.

That stunningly beautiful face was completely expressionless.

Her eyes were empty and cold, as if everything in the world was lifeless in her eyes.

What terrified Mo Chengyue the most was...

The aura emanating from her.

Late foundation building!

How long has it been?

It's been less than half a year since I left Wanqi Mountain, right?

So he went straight from the peak of the mid-Foundation Establishment stage to the late-Foundation Establishment stage?

This is the aptitude of a Heavenly Spiritual Root!

"Is this the power of hatred?"

Mo Chengyue felt a slight soreness in his back molars.

If it was caused by him...

That night in the "One Line Sky" canyon.

In order to save himself and her, he used the "Yin Yang De He Jing" to absorb the aphrodisiac and mixed spiritual power in her body.

In a sense, it was like giving her a complete overhaul.

This is something else.

This guy essentially created a boss for himself.

"Is this what they call a 'Qigong Symposium'?"

Mo Chengyue listened to the discussions among the disciples around him.

It turns out that an elder was going to give a public lecture today in the square outside the Sutra Repository, instructing his disciples in swordsmanship.

As a newly emerging genius, Su Qingying was naturally among those invited.

at this time.

An elderly man with white hair and beard was already standing in the center of the square.

It is Elder Liu of the Chuan Gong Hall.

"The essence of swordsmanship lies in sincerity."

Elder Liu stroked his beard and continued to explain his theories in a slow and methodical manner.

"Su Qingying, come up here and demonstrate for me to see your progress."

Su Qingying did not speak.

He simply nodded slightly.

She stepped forward.

"Clang!"

The Azure Spirit Sword was drawn.

A clear, resonant sword cry instantly echoed through the sky.

There are no fancy starting moves.

She simply swung her sword once.

however.

That was the sword strike.

This caused everyone present to change their expressions.

An extremely fierce killing intent erupted with the sword light.

That's not swordsmanship for friendly sparring.

That's swordsmanship that kills!

Every wisp of sword energy carries a resolute determination to fight to the death.

It was as if he was venting his boundless hatred towards some enemy in the void.

"hiss--"

The disciples watching from the sidelines gasped and retreated.

This is hardly sword practice.

This is clearly a desperate act!

Who messed with this lady? She's terrifying!

Hiding behind the window, Mo Chengyue felt a chill run down his spine.

If that sword were to strike me...

Even if he is currently at the peak of the early Foundation Establishment stage, he would probably crack on the spot.

"This woman has gone mad."

Mo Chengyue thought to himself.

Just then.

The image of Su Qing in the square seemed to have sensed something.

She had just sheathed her sword.

That originally calm and unwavering cold gaze suddenly swept towards the second floor of the Sutra Repository.

Swift as lightning.

Sharp as a knife.

That instant.

Mo Chengyue felt as if he were being targeted by a top predator.

My heart clenched suddenly, skipping a beat.

Is this... a woman's sixth sense?

Or is it that damn "DNA sensing"?

The Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Scripture circulating within his body stirred slightly, almost uncontrollably, at that moment.

It was as if they had encountered some delicious prey.

"Damn it! Behave yourself!"

Mo Chengyue roared inwardly, forcibly suppressing the internal energy within his body.

If you were to reveal even a trace of your presence at this moment.

That would truly be a masterpiece.

The kind that dies on the spot.

He reacted extremely quickly.

Almost instinctively, he slumped into the chair.

His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were unfocused.

It instantly switched to "idiot mode".

She even managed to control a trickle of saliva from the corner of her mouth.

He looks like a bookworm who's gone mad from reading too much.

Su Qingying's gaze lingered on him for a moment through the window.

The feeling of being scrutinized by those sharp eyes made Mo Chengyue's back almost soaked with cold sweat.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Su Qingying frowned slightly.

She had clearly sensed a strange fluctuation just now.

That familiar feeling that sent shivers down her spine.

The scent of that bastard who ruined her innocence and made her scream in nightmares day and night...

But looking back now.

There was only one seemingly dim-witted disciple, who was drooling and staring blankly.

His aura was unremarkable, even somewhat weak.

A useless person in the early stages of foundation building.

"Is it an illusion?"

Su Qingying tightened her grip on the sword hilt.

The knuckles turned white from the force applied.

Perhaps it was because I wanted to kill that man so much that I started hallucinating.

The man wearing the bronze mask was unpredictable and had unfathomable methods.

How could he possibly be such a mediocre person?

She coldly withdrew her gaze.

He turned around, bowed to Elder Liu, and didn't look at the Scripture Pavilion again.

"Thank you for your guidance, Elder."

After saying that, she turned and left.

His back view was resolute and aloof.

It's like a sharp sword ready to be drawn and drink blood at any time.

Until her figure completely disappeared at the end of the mountain path.

The oppressive chill that made it hard to breathe slowly dissipated.

"call……"

The second floor of the Sutra Repository.

Mo Chengyue let out a long breath.

He slid under the table like a lump of mud.

My back was already soaked with sweat.

So exciting.

This is even more thrilling than walking a tightrope.

For a brief moment, he really thought he was going to die.

"This is no place for cultivation."

"This is clearly a battleground."

Mo Chengyue wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, still feeling lingering fear.

First, there was Leng Yuexin, a female demon in the Nascent Soul stage, who wanted to use him as a furnace.

Later, the exceptionally talented vengeful goddess Su Qingying wanted to use him as a sacrifice for her sword.

There was also the sixth master, Yan Chenyu, who loved to watch the drama unfold.

This is unbearable.

"no."

"It's too dangerous here."

"I need to be more low-key and inconspicuous."

Mo Chengyue got up from the ground and straightened his clothes, which were soaked with sweat.

A determined glint flashed in his eyes.

"From today onwards, I will be a heartless reading machine."

"No one can make me leave the library even a step."

"As long as I don't go out and have fun, the plot can't catch up with me."

He sat back down in his chair.

He picked up the book "Three Hundred Explanations of Basic Formations" and covered his face with it.

It covered that face that was filled with "life is meaningless".

Outside the window, the sun is shining brightly.

But Mo Chengyue only felt that...

This world is filled with deep malice towards him, a corporate slave who only wants to slack off.

"Destroy it, quickly."

I'm tired.

Time slips away silently, like sand through your fingers.

In the blink of an eye, four months have passed since that thrilling gift-giving incident.

During these four months, the Hehuan Sect appeared calm on the surface, but undercurrents were surging beneath.

For most disciples, this was just a monotonous, repetitive practice day after day.

But for Mo Chengyue, those four months were simply...

Pain and happiness.

On the second floor of the library, the afternoon sun lazily spilled onto the bookshelves.

Mo Chengyue slumped in his personal armchair, holding a cup of goji berry tea in his hand, staring blankly at the drifting clouds outside the window.

"The day is almost here again..."

He sighed and subconsciously rubbed his aching lower back.

Ever since that accident opened the door to a "new world" for Leng Yuexin, this aloof Ice Soul Peak Master seems to have developed a taste for it and has completely regarded him as her personal "human filter".

The night of the full moon each month.

The ice-blue jade talisman would light up precisely on time.

That's a call from the client, a "forced overtime" that corporate slaves can't refuse.