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

Wang Xian stayed in the library for seven days.

He barely slept for those seven days.

One book after another, row after row, layer after layer.

Yellow Rank, Dark Rank, Earth Rank.

Cultivation techniques, martial arts skills, secret arts, formations, alchemy, and weapon crafting.

He read all the books below the Heavenly Rank.

Moreover, they all stayed in my mind.

At this moment, his mind already contained the contents of more than nine thousand cultivation manuals.

Such a massive amount of knowledge would have overwhelmed an ordinary person, causing them to suffer from splitting headaches or even faint.

But Wang Xian felt an unprecedented sense of comfort.

Under the deductive power of the Dao Yan Divine Heart, this knowledge, like countless rivers, slowly converges, merges, and connects.

Countless inspirations, like brilliant stars, constantly emerged, collided, and recombined in his mind.

He sensed that his inner strength was growing at an alarming rate.

He was a completely different person now compared to seven days ago.

It's not about strength, but about knowledge!

Seven days ago, his understanding of the practice was still superficial.

Seven days later, he had more than nine thousand cultivation manuals in his mind, and his understanding of the path of cultivation had reached an extremely terrifying level.

If you asked him to deduce a martial arts technique now, he could deduce a stronger and more perfect version than he did seven days ago.

He could even control the direction of the cultivation technique's deduction, emphasizing whichever aspect he wanted to.

If he were to create a new cultivation technique now, he could combine the essence of these nine thousand-plus manuals to create a completely new technique of his own.

This is what constitutes a profound foundation.

This is what accumulation is all about.

Wang Xian put the last Earth-rank cultivation technique back on the bookshelf and slowly stood up.

He took a deep breath, and his entire demeanor seemed to undergo a subtle change.

It was a feeling that was hard to describe.

It was as if his mere presence gave off an impression of unfathomable depth.

Turning my head, I looked at the area not far away against the wall.

There, siblings Wang Ruxue and Wang Yuhao sat cross-legged, cultivating with their eyes closed.

Wang Xian's lips curled up slightly.

He knew that the two siblings had been staying here all these days and had never left.

Those Wang family members who wanted to come and see him make a scene were all kept outside.

He stepped over.

The footsteps startled the two of them.

Wang Ruxue and Wang Yuhao opened their eyes at the same time and stood up.

Wang Xian walked up to the two of them and stopped.

He smiled, clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, and bowed.

"I am Wang Xian. Thank you both for taking care of me these past seven days."

He knew that the two had previously dispersed the crowd to create a quiet reading environment for him.

However, he was immersed in the ocean of knowledge at the time and did not want to interrupt that state, so he did not thank him on the spot.

Now, it's time to make up for it.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuhao laughed and waved his hand.

"Cousin Wang Xian, you're too kind! We're all family, no need for thanks, we're all brothers!"

The words had barely left his mouth—

"Snapped!"

Wang Ruxue's slap landed precisely on the back of his head.

Wang Yuhao held his head, looking aggrieved.

"Sis! What's wrong with me now?!"

Wang Ruxue glared at him, then looked at Wang Xian, her expression much calmer:

"My name is Wang Ruxue, my cousin Wang Xian. This is my younger brother Wang Yuhao. Our father is Wang Cang."

She paused, then explained:

"We are here to take care of you on my father's orders, in case anyone disturbs you."

Wang Xian nodded:

"Please thank Fifth Uncle for me."

He looked at Wang Yuhao, his gaze suddenly becoming somewhat strange.

Wang Yuhao?

Why does this name sound so familiar?

He remembered a game he had played in his past life.

There seems to be a character in it named Majestic Dragon, or something like that.

Wang Yuhao felt a little uneasy under Wang Xian's gaze, scratched his head, and asked in confusion:

"Cousin Wang Xian, what's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Wang Xian withdrew her gaze and smiled slightly:

"It's nothing, I just think this name... is quite interesting."

Wang Yuhao was even more confused.

But he didn't think much of it.

Recalling the doubts he had harbored for the past seven days, he couldn't help but ask:

"By the way, cousin Wang Xian, I've been meaning to ask you something—"

He pointed to the bookshelves, looking curious:

"What have you been doing for the past seven days? I've seen you only look at a book for ten seconds or so before putting it back. It's so weird!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he reflexively covered his head.

really.

"Snapped!"

Wang Ruxue's slap arrived as expected.

Wang Yuhao clutched his head and howled:

"Sis! Weren't you curious too?! Why are you only hitting me?!"

Wang Ruxue glared at him but didn't say anything.

But she was indeed very curious.

He looked at Wang Xian with a questioning look in his eyes.

Watching the interaction between the two siblings, Wang Xian couldn't help but smile slightly.

He thought about it and decided to satisfy their curiosity.

"I am reading the exercise manual."

Wang Xian spoke calmly.

Wang Yuhao's lips twitched, his face saying, "Are you kidding me?"

"You... read the cultivation method like this?"

Wang Xian did not explain.

He turned around, casually took a cultivation manual from the bookshelf next to him, walked back, and handed it to Wang Yuhao.

"I can read the contents of any page of this manual, no matter which one you turn to."

Wang Yuhao took the book, clearly not believing it.

He flipped through it casually, then said:

Page 28.

Wang Xian blurted out without thinking:

"Wind and Thunder Palm, a mid-level Xuan-rank martial skill. Driven by the power of wind and thunder, the palm strikes like the wind and lands like thunder. When mastered, a single strike can unleash a cacophony of wind and thunder, its power astonishing. First move, Wind Rises..."

He read the entire contents of page twenty-eight without missing a single word.

Wang Yuhao was stunned.

He looked down at the book in his hand, then looked up at Wang Xian, then back at the book, then back at Wang Xian.

stunned.

Wang Ruxue raised an eyebrow and leaned over to take a look.

The content on page twenty-eight was exactly the same as what Wang Xian read.

The look in her eyes as she looked at Wang Xian held a hint of surprise.

Wang Xian then pointed to the book in Wang Yuhao's hand:

"You can choose another cultivation technique, any book, any page."

Wang Yuhao snapped out of his daze, turned around without saying a word, walked to another bookshelf, and randomly pulled out a book.

This is a book about alchemy, and its content is more complex, filled with various professional terms and formula ratios.

He randomly flipped to a page:

Page 47.

Wang Xian didn't think twice and immediately began to recite:

"Body Tempering Pill, a high-grade Yellow Rank pill. Main ingredients: three qian of century-old Ganoderma lucidum, two stalks of Dragon Blood Grass, and one Ice Heart Lotus leaf. Auxiliary ingredients:..."

It was word for word again.

Wang Yuhao was completely dumbfounded.

He looked at the book in his hand, then at Wang Xian, then back at the book, then back at Wang Xian.

It happened several times.

Finally, he managed to utter a sentence:

"Cousin Wang Xian, do you... possess a photographic memory?"

Wang Xian smiled slightly and nodded.

Photographic memory?

For him, this is only part of it.

He can memorize the content of a technique after reading it once, grasp its essence instantly, and even deduce a more powerful version.

But that doesn't need any explanation.

Wang Yuhao was convinced.

He gave a thumbs-up, his face full of admiration:

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing! Cousin Wang Xian, you're a fucking genius!"

The words had barely left his mouth—

"Snapped!"

Wang Ruxue's slap landed on the back of his head again.

Wang Yuhao held his head, looking aggrieved.

"Sis! What's wrong with me now?!"

Wang Ruxue said coldly:

"Look at Wang Xian's cousin, he has a photographic memory and can read ten lines at a glance. He finished reading more than nine thousand manuals in seven days."

She paused, her tone tinged with disdain:

"And look at you, it takes you days to memorize a single martial arts technique, and you act like you're dying trying to learn a skill. Don't you think you're a good-for-nothing?"

Wang Yuhao's lips twitched; he wanted to argue back.

But when he met Wang Ruxue's oppressive eyes, he swallowed all his words.

He lowered his head, his face filled with utter despair.

"Yes, yes, I'm useless. Sister, you're right, I'm useless."

Wang Ruxue nodded in satisfaction.

Wang Xian was filled with emotion as she watched this scene.

The relationship between these two siblings is truly wonderful.

One is willing to hit, and the other is willing to be hit.

If Wang Yuhao knew what Wang Xian was thinking right now, he would definitely jump up and roar:

"A good relationship?! You call this a good relationship?! This kind of relationship is better off without!!"

But Wang Yuhao didn't know that.

He could only hold his head in his hands and continue to endure his sister's "care".

……