Replace me as the top scholar? Go talk to my Marshal Grandpa!

In the past few days, a strange person has appeared in the Wang family's library.

A teenager with extremely strange behavior.

He comes every day, arriving very early in the morning and staying all day.

When he arrived, he was carrying a pile of books; when he left, he was carrying another pile of books.

But the strange thing isn't here.

What's strange is the way he reads books.

He took down a martial arts manual, opened it, and scanned the pages.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

At most ten seconds.

Then he closed the book and put it back where it was.

Take down the next one.

Turn it over again.

Close it again.

Put it back.

Back and forth.

No cultivation manual that passed through his hands could stay for more than a minute.

Whether it's the beginner-level Yellow Rank techniques, the intermediate-level Profound Rank techniques, or the profound Earth Rank techniques.

They're all the same.

Ten seconds or so.

Half a minute at most.

This strange behavior quickly attracted the attention of countless members of the Wang family.

At first, only a few people glanced at it out of curiosity as they passed by.

Later, more and more people joined.

They gathered not far away, watching Wang Xian's strange movements and whispering among themselves.

"Who is this person? What are they doing?"

"I don't understand. You only spend ten seconds or so on a book? Is this what reading is?"

"Perhaps they're looking for some specific cultivation technique?"

"Looking for cultivation techniques doesn't have to be like this, does it? Flipping through book after book, then putting them back after you're done—how can you remember anything that way?"

"I think he did it on purpose, just to attract attention."

"Yes, they want to get attention."

Someone scrutinized Wang Xian closely, and suddenly their expression changed.

"Wait... this person... I feel like I've seen him somewhere before..."

He frowned, trying hard to remember.

Then, it suddenly occurred to him.

"It's him! It's that Wang Xian!"

"Wang Xian? Which Wang Xian?"

"Who else could it be but Wang Xian! The provincial top scorer impersonation case that made headlines across the country not long ago! The one who was kidnapped and stripped of his talent! The orphan of Major General Wang Quan, the grandson of Marshal Wang Junba, a direct descendant of our Wang family!"

"What?! It's him?!"

A commotion erupted in the crowd.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the boy who was still intently turning the pages of the book.

Wang Quan is the son of Major General Wang Quan.

The boy who crawled out of the mud, fell into the abyss, and was miraculously found again.

The boy who, at the press conference, was willing to sacrifice his own future to destroy the talent transplant technology.

How did he end up in the library?

Moreover, what is he doing?

The murmurs grew louder and louder, becoming a continuous buzzing sound.

Just then—

A clear, cold female voice, like ice water poured into boiling oil, instantly silenced all other sounds:

"Shut up, all of you."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

A man and a woman were seen walking in from the entrance of the library.

The man looked to be in his early twenties, tall and handsome, carrying a long spear on his back. He was like a drawn sword, his sharpness fully revealed.

The woman looked slightly older, also in her early twenties, with a cold demeanor and sharp eyes. She wore a simple black outfit, yet it made people afraid to look directly at her.

The two had extraordinary presences; just by standing there, they made those around them feel an involuntary sense of oppression.

The young man's gaze swept over the group of Wang family members watching, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority:

"This is a place for studying cultivation techniques, not a vegetable market."

"If you want to read, then read quietly; if you don't want to read, then get out."

"What kind of behavior is it to be chattering all over the place like this?"

Someone was unconvinced and was about to speak up—

The person next to him reacted quickly, grabbed him, and said in a low voice:

"Are you crazy? Look closely who that is!"

The man was taken aback and looked closely at the man and woman.

Then, his face turned pale instantly.

"Little...Little Gun God Wang Yuhao? Demon Queen Wang Ruxue?"

He gasped, his legs went weak.

Wang Yuhao, one of the top ten geniuses among the younger generation of the Wang family, is known as the "Little Gun God" for his superb marksmanship.

Wang Ruxue, Wang Yuhao's older sister, is even more terrifying than her brother.

Not only is he incredibly strong, but he is also ruthless. Among the younger generation of the Wang family, no one dares to provoke him.

These two people are key figures in the Wang family of this generation.

Who dares to mess with them?

The man lowered his head and slunk away with the crowd.

The others also recognized the two individuals and, not daring to linger any longer, dispersed.

Soon, the library returned to silence.

Wang Yuhao and Wang Ruxue's gazes fell on Wang Xian, who was not far away.

Wang Xian was completely unaware of the commotion around her.

He was immersed in his own world, flipping through one book after another.

On average, each book takes about ten seconds.

Half a minute at most.

Wang Yuhao stared at it for a while, then couldn't help but touch his chin, looking puzzled.

"Sis, what's that cousin Wang Xian doing?"

He frowned, completely baffled:

"He only glances at a book for ten seconds or so? Is he reading? Or is he just flipping through the pages? I can't understand a word he reads!"

He paused, then blurted out:

"Could it be that Wang Xian's cousin... has gone mad?"

The words had barely left his mouth—

"Snapped!"

Wang Ruxue slapped him on the back of the head, the sound crisp and clear.

Wang Yuhao covered the back of his head, looking aggrieved.

"Sis! Why did you hit me!"

Wang Ruxue glanced at him coldly:

"I don't know if Wang Xian's cousin has gone crazy. But if Father heard what you just said, you definitely would."

Wang Yuhao's lips twitched.

He remembered his father's slaps, which were much harsher than his sister's.

He scratched his head and gave an awkward laugh:

"Sis, I just can't control my mouth... Please don't tell Father, or I'll be covered in bruises..."

Wang Ruxue ignored him.

She looked away and then looked at Wang Xian again.

Wang Xian was still immersed in that eerie rhythm and was completely unaware of their presence.

One book, two books, three books...

Turn the page, close the book, put it back, and then pick up the next one...

Wang Ruxue frowned.

She couldn't understand what her cousin was doing either.

To say he was reading a cultivation technique...

But reading ten lines at a glance isn't like this.

Even a short Xuan-rank cultivation manual has several thousand words. Can you read it in a few seconds? What can you remember?

But to say he wasn't reading...

His focused expression and absorbed gaze didn't seem to be an act at all.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Wang Yuhao couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Sis, you saw it too, right? His behavior was really weird. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was really smoking..."

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly felt a dangerous gaze fall upon him.

He looked up and met Wang Ruxue's cold eyes.

"Uh...hehe..."

He gave an awkward laugh and shut his mouth.

But Wang Ruxue still didn't let him go.

She raised her hand and slapped him on the back of the head again.

"Snapped!"

Wang Yuhao covered the back of his head, looking utterly dejected.

Wang Ruxue said coldly:

"Father has known about Wang Xian's cousin's situation for a long time, and he hasn't said anything. What are you barking about?"

Wang Yuhao's lips twitched, but he didn't dare to say a word.

But what was bound to happen still happened.

Wang Ruxue raised her hand again.

"Snapped!"

Another slap.

Wang Yuhao finally couldn't hold back any longer and jumped up, clutching the back of his head:

"Sis! That's enough! If you hit me again, I'll get angry!"

Wang Ruxue glanced at him.

Just one glance.

Wang Yuhao deflated instantly, collapsing like a punctured balloon.

He looked up at the sky and sighed, his face filled with despair:

"Why have a brother when you already have a sister..."

"Snapped!"

Another slap.

Wang Yuhao: "..."

Wang Ruxue clapped her hands, seemingly feeling much better.

She looked at Wang Xian and said to Wang Yuhao:

"Father sent us over to keep an eye on my cousin Wang Xian and make sure no one disturbs him."

"We'll just do as you say."

She paused, her gaze deep:

"As for what Wang Xian's cousin is doing..."

"Just ask him when he's done."

Wang Yuhao nodded, and his joking expression also disappeared.

The two found a spot against the wall and sat down cross-legged.

Wang Ruxue closed her eyes and began her cultivation.

She doesn't waste a single moment.

After all, the saying "you should beat your younger brother early" no longer applies.

You need to toughen up your fists.

Wang Yuhao also closed his eyes and began to cultivate.

Inside the library, only the sound of pages turning and the two people's steady breathing could be heard.

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