Confucian and Taoist Cultivation Starting from the Equipment Slot

Chen Zhuo looked at this second senior brother who called himself Li Zhao.

A million mud horses galloped through my mind.

Are all scholars so temperamental?

"Junior brother, don't panic. My appearance is due to my cultivation technique, it's nothing to worry about," Li Zhao paused and continued.

"If you, junior brother, find this disagreeable, well, senior brother can do the same."

Chen Zhuo only felt a momentary surge of literary elegance beside him, and Li Zhao's voice changed from a masculine tone to a sweet girl's.

If no one had reminded him, his appearance and voice would have been enough to charm a large number of people.

But now he panicked even more. If this was his sect's martial arts technique, wouldn't he also be...?

Thinking of a certain possibility, Chen Zhuo shuddered.

"Senior brother, I can't either..."

Li Zhao was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

"Hey, don't worry about that. This isn't a sect technique. Even if it were, you'd only be able to access it when you were a scholar."

"This is a cultivation technique shared by your senior sister and me. If you like, I can teach it to you too."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhu shook his head vigorously, like a rattle drum.

"Then forget it, I'll just learn Master's techniques."

Seeing this, Li Zhao said nothing more.

Chen Zhuo's refusal was exactly what he expected; in other words, it would have been strange if Chen Zhuo had accepted.

"Junior brother, I've noticed you've been looking for some books. Do you need my help?"

"Putting everything else aside, I remember all the senior brothers who wrote scriptures on the second floor."

Chen Zhuo shook his head and declined Li Zhao's offer; he was not looking for ordinary books.

"Thank you for your kindness, senior brother. I have already found what I was looking for."

Chen Zhuo held up the book beside him to indicate.

"Tales of the Long Night? Oh right, it's time to go out and exorcise demons in three days. This book records everything in detail, just enough for your use."

Even as Chen Zhuo watched Li Zhao leave gracefully, his mind remained unsettled.

What he saw today really shocked his worldview.

Such a miraculous skill exists in the world.

I don't know if it's a body transformation or something else.

He then shook his head, banishing the strange thoughts from his mind.

What kind of technique was it again? Anyway, it had nothing to do with him.

What he needs to do now is to read through this book of strange tales from the long night.

After registering at the Tibetan Pavilion reception desk, Chen Zhuo found an empty room.

He examined his control panel and began to ponder.

The literary atmosphere is steadily growing, which goes without saying.

There are two items in the equipment slot.

One is the Fox Tail Brush, which reduces the consumption of literary energy when releasing literary arts; the other is the Literary Jade.

Wen Yu cannot be uninstalled now, as his cultivation assistance effect is very useful.

He focused his attention on the fox-tail pen.

Now that 24 hours have passed, it can naturally be removed.

There are currently two items that can be equipped: one is the Green Mountain Inkstone, which is of green quality.

The other is the white-quality "The Long Night Chronicles".

After hesitating for a moment, he put the inkstone aside and chose to equip "Tales of the Long Night".

He doesn't have any good ink right now, so naturally he can't use this inkstone.

Good ink, like a good brush, can provide a powerful boost when casting spells.

Those with the ability can even print literary works on paper and throw them out in times of crisis.

This is called a script, and he has naturally not yet mastered this skill.

【"Tales of the Long Night (White)": Reading this will grant you information about the demons of the Long Night.】

[Equipment Effect: There is a 1% chance to trigger a fatal attack when dealing damage to Night Demons.]

[Note: This is a book that records common demons and monsters.]

Chen Zhuo stared intently at the words "fatal injury."

If he remembered correctly, in his previous life when playing games, the effect of a fatal blow was that it could instantly kill.

Although the effect is only one percent, it still exists, which gives me something to look forward to.

What if? What if it's instantly killed?

"This was definitely a good deal!"

Then he realized another problem.

That means this book, "Tales of the Long Night," doesn't entirely belong to him; he's only borrowing it now and will have to return it sooner or later.

"Forget about that for now. Let's see if we can ask our master for help."

Chen Zhuo then calmed down and studied it carefully.

The equipment slots only provide him with special effects; to truly master the knowledge within them, he needs to study them himself.

Time passed gradually as I flipped through the pages.

As soon as Chen Zhuo stepped into the Chen residence, he discovered that a group of cats had appeared in his courtyard at some point.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. He wasn't mistaken; it was a group of cats.

Looking at the little maid squatting in the courtyard feeding the cats, Chen Zhuo couldn't help but ask, "Qingluo, what's going on with these cats?"

Upon seeing Chen Zhuo, Qingluo jogged over.

"Young master, these cats were brought by the master; they're from the same batch this morning."

She pointed to the carriage, which was now completely empty.

"Young master, you didn't see it, the carriage was packed with cats, and the master eventually gave a group to each courtyard."

Listening to this absurd story, which sounded like a storyteller's tale, Chen Zhuo felt that he must have forgotten to check the almanac before going out today.

Why do I keep encountering such strange things?

After thinking for a moment, he decided to go and ask his father why there was a group of cats in the yard.

Upon entering the lobby, I saw my father and brother studying cats.

Upon seeing Chen Zhuo, Chen Tiansheng waved his hand.

"Xiao Zhuo, you've come at the right time. Have you seen those cats in your yard?"

Chen Zhuo nodded, then asked in confusion, "Father, what's going on with these cats?"

"This is a long story."

Chen Tiansheng then recounted what had happened the previous night.

After hearing this, Chen Zhuo was dumbfounded.

"So these cats are things you stole from the demon race?"

"Nonsense!" Chen Tiansheng retorted immediately upon hearing the word "rob".

"How can you call this robbery! We lost a truckload of goods, and then we just happened to come across another truckload of goods, so this truckload is ours!"

Hearing this, Chen Zhuo was speechless. This was clearly something from the demon race.

But he didn't need to argue about such a trivial matter.

"Why would the demon race need to transport such a large group of... ordinary cats?"

Chen Zhuo really couldn't think of any words to use.

He had just checked, and they were just a group of ordinary cats.

Chen Tiansheng did not answer this question; Chen Zheng took over the conversation.

"I was just discussing this issue with my father."

"Has the discussion reached a conclusion?"

Seeing that the two were silent again, Chen Zhuo realized that they had not come to a conclusion.

He simply stopped asking the question.

"What about our original goods?"

He was met with silence once again.

Chen Zhuo finally understood; the two of them had spent the entire night bringing back a carload of cats.

The key point is that these are just a group of ordinary cats.

"You don't need to worry about this! There's definitely something fishy about these cats; the demon race is definitely plotting something!"

Chen Tiansheng waved his hand, setting the tone.

Seeing this, Chen Zhuo didn't say anything more. Let the cat be a cat; it's none of his business now anyway.