My cross-dimensional black market shop has a 100% return rate.

Luo Zhuang originally thought that the practice of "Zhenyue Zen Kung Fu" would become more and more difficult with each step and take more and more time with each movement. However, he did not expect that after mastering the key points of the first movement, the second, third, and even the fourth and fifth movements would become simple.

He had already grasped the connections and key points between movements, breathing, energy exertion, and thoughts, and once he understood one thing, he understood everything, so his subsequent training progressed very quickly.

In no time, he had completed the four movements. He felt the energy in his body becoming more and more pronounced, guided by the Crimson Pearl Medicine Pouch and transmitted to all parts of his body. He used this energy to exert force, far exceeding his own limits.

After practicing these movements, he wasn't sure exactly how strong he was, but he felt that it was at least twice as strong as before.

Great!

He temporarily stopped working and prepared to study the next move, unable to help but let out a sigh.

After he finished his reflections, he suddenly saw Hua Hengyue hurrying downstairs.

"Master, I've already lent Sister Gan a copy of *Water Margin*. May I get another book to read?"

Hua Hengyue walked gracefully to the front desk and asked Luo Zhuang.

Luo Zhuang said casually, "Didn't I already say? You can read these books as you like, no need to ask me specifically."

Hua Hengyue shook her head and said, "All the books here belong to the Immortal Master. If I want to borrow a book, I naturally have to ask the Immortal Master first."

"..."

Luo Zhuang remained silent for a moment, then said, "Then you go and choose."

Hua Hengyue bowed slightly, but after a moment's hesitation before the hollow bookshelf, she suddenly turned back and asked Luo Zhuang with sincere eyes, "Immortal Master, I really don't know which book to choose. Could you please recommend one for me?"

Luo Zhuang had already given up and was too lazy to care about Hua Hengyue's choice. He said, "Choose one yourself. If you really don't know what to choose, just close your eyes and pick one at random. Be more free and relaxed."

Hua Hengyue could only nod and say, "I understand, thank you for your guidance, Immortal Master."

Luo Zhuang: "????!!!!!"

Is this considered a lesson?! Do you think I'm that preachy?

Hua Hengyue walked to the hollow bookshelf and, just as Luo Zhuang had instructed, closed her eyes and randomly picked out a book from the shelf.

"Shout?"

When Luo Zhuang heard Hua Hengyue select a book from the bookshelf and murmur the title on the cover, he was instantly speechless.

This young lady really knows how to pick books, as always...

"Immortal Master, may I read this book instead?"

Hua Hengyue turned around and asked Luo Zhuang a question.

Luo Zhuang waved his hand and said, "Whatever you say."

So Hua Hengyue took the book and went upstairs.

She didn't go back to her own room, but went straight to the third floor, knocked on Gan San Niang's door and went in.

The air conditioning in the room was already on; it was turned on for Gan San Niang before Hua Hengyue went downstairs.

Gan San Niang thought the air conditioner was absolutely wonderful. She just wanted to stay in the room and didn't want to go out for even a moment.

However, the copy of *Water Margin* she was holding had been tossed aside. Just then, Hua Hengyue arrived, and she couldn't help but complain to her:

"Good girl, how do you manage to read such a thick book?"

The words on it were densely packed, and some of them were incomprehensible. I read two pages by guessing and then felt dizzy and lightheaded.

I can't read any more! I couldn't read even one more line!

She has always only loved wielding swords and spears, unlike Hua Hengyue.

Hua Hengyue has studied various types of calligraphy, so she can basically understand simplified characters derived from various calligraphic styles.

Even if some words are a little confusing, understanding them in context is generally not a problem.

But Gan San Niang was different; she could understand some of the simplified Chinese characters, but there were many she didn't recognize at all.

Although she could understand the basics by connecting the context, the thought of having to read the entire thick book line by line and guess each sentence made her scalp tingle and she couldn't continue reading.

Hua Hengyue did not mock Gan San Niang. Instead, she handed Gan San Niang the "Cry" she had just retrieved from downstairs and said:

"Then why don't you read this book first, sister? It's much thinner than 'Water Margin'."

I've come to read this book, *Water Margin*. I already know the general outline of your story, sister. I'll tell you more when I encounter characters and events that bear some resemblance to yours.

Gan San Niang felt as if she had been granted a pardon and said, "Alright, alright! It's settled then!"

So Hua Hengyue picked up "Water Margin" again and started reading, while Gan San Niang opened "The Cry".

The first page, the table of contents—it doesn't look like one long story, but rather a collection of short stories. Excellent!

Pages two through five, the preface, are not part of the story; turn the page.

Page 6, Diary of a Madman. I don't understand the first paragraph, so I'll skip it.

The second paragraph—"Tonight, the moonlight is beautiful"—can you understand it? Continue!

The room fell silent, save for the occasional rustling of pages turning.

However, the sound of turning pages between Hua Hengyue and Gan San Niang was quite different.

Hua Hengyue read very slowly, with long intervals between turning the pages, and she turned the pages very lightly, while Gan San Niang turned the pages loudly and faster and faster.

In no time at all, Gan San Niang had finished reading the first story in the book.

She subconsciously tossed the book aside, her face turning pale.

"What's wrong?"

Hua Hengyue noticed that Gan San Niang's expression was a little off, so she closed the book and asked.

Gan San Niang said, "This book... this book is too bewitching. I've only read a few pages, and I already feel like I'm back on Songgou Mountain, like everyone is going to eat me up..."

She paused slightly, then shook her head and said, "No, it's not just Songgou Mountain. I feel... I feel that even before I went up the mountain, when I was at home, it was the same."

Looking back, my family and the people of Dujiazhuang all seem like cannibals.

How can such a book exist in the world?! It's terrifying!

Out of curiosity, Hua Hengyue picked up the book "The Cry" and asked, "Sister, may I take a look first?"

Gan San Niang said, "You see, I don't want to read anymore! The books here are strange!"

She thought for a moment, then looked at the television and asked, "Hey girl, could you turn this on for me again? It's all colorful and pretty, even better than a book."

Hua Hengyue said, "I've handled this before, but I'm not very proficient at it and haven't figured it out."

Although she said that, she still took the remote control, turned on the TV for Gan San Niang, and then told Gan San Niang how to use the remote control.

Gan San Niang then went off to study it on her own. After a while, she kept changing the images on the television, but still couldn't grasp the point. After hesitating for a moment, she asked:

"Girl, could we ask that immortal master to teach us?"

Hua Hengyue had already opened the book and started reading the first story in "Cry Out," "Diary of a Madman," and said without looking up:

"Sister, you can go down and find the immortal yourself. He's very easy to talk to."