Qin Moyu heard these secrets for the first time, and because they involved the mystery of his own origins, he felt a chill run down his spine.
As the saying goes, the most terrifying thing is not a powerful enemy, but the unknown hidden in the darkness.
If someone really orchestrated the Four Continents War and killed six Transcending Tribulation experts, how deep would that person's cunning be? And how strong would they be? Qin Moyu didn't even dare to think about it.
Seeing that Qin Moyu was getting more and more lost in thought, even imagining things, Master Xuanjing tapped Qin Moyu on the head with his gourd to calm him down: "What are you thinking? These are all my guesses. Instead of worrying about this and that, you should improve your strength as soon as possible and break through to the Tribulation Transcending stage so that you can go to the Extreme Cold Land to find your family."
Upon hearing this, Qin Moyu pouted and muttered in dissatisfaction, "Why do you and Master both like to hit people? Master even told you about my affairs? He trusts you too much."
"Of course, what kind of relationship do I have with your master?" Master Xuanjing scoffed. "You said you wanted to check the records, but you just wanted to find out about the extreme cold lands, didn't you?"
Qin Moyu nodded: "I've heard that the Guanlan Sect has many rare and unique books. I'd like to see if I can find any clues."
Master Xuanjing took out a jade tablet about the size of a thumb from his robes and tossed it to him, saying, "Take this to the library; you can find whatever you want there."
The jade plaque may not look big, but it feels heavy and substantial in your hand. More precious than the material it is made of is its ability to freely access the library.
"Thank you, senior!" Qin Moyu happily put away the jade token, but when he looked up, he found that the white mist had disappeared and the Guanlan Sect was right in front of him.
Just now when we were talking, we saw a thick white fog. How did we get here so quickly?
and……
Qin Moyu turned around and could still vaguely see the scenery below the steps, which showed that the road was not as long as he felt, and could even be said to be very short.
Master Xuanjing chuckled and said, "You still need more experience. You've been in the illusion for so long and you didn't even notice."
Qin Moyu touched his nose. Well, he really hadn't realized that the whole journey had been an illusion.
Master Xuanjing was in a great mood after finally achieving his goal of making Qin Moyu suffer a setback, and led Qin Moyu into the Guanlan Sect.
Upon entering the sect, one is greeted by a spacious training platform, which instantly becomes bustling with activity. Cultivators dressed in Guanlan Sect disciple robes are scattered among them, practicing in twos and threes. Sword techniques, spells, physical techniques... all kinds of skills are available, and there is nothing Qin Moyu cannot imagine or see.
The training platform was surrounded by buildings, and beyond these buildings, hidden in the dense woods were even more courtyards and pavilions. The most eye-catching of them were several classical towers. Xuanjing Zhenren pointed to one of them and said, "That is the library. It has seven floors. You should be able to find what you are looking for there."
Qin Moyu looked over, her eyes filled with undisguised anticipation.
...
Two flowers bloom, each representing a different branch.
While Qin Moyu was still climbing the mountain with Xuanjing Zhenren, Shen Yebai had already arrived at Guanlan Sect with the main group.
Unlike the other cultivators who were looking around, Shen Yebai always stared at a tower in the east, as if he could see a flower in it.
"Hmph, that's a treasure trove, there are countless good things inside, you're not qualified to go there even if you want to look."
Gu Jia is the type who forgets his mistakes after being fed. He swears with his life savings that Shen Yebai definitely has improper thoughts about his wife, so even though he almost died at Shen Yebai's hands just now, he still has to come over and say a few sarcastic remarks to Shen Yebai.
Shen Yebai gave him a cold glance. Even though Gu Jia's legs were trembling with fear, he still held his head high, hands on his hips, and stubbornly insisted, "What are you looking at! I, I, I'm not afraid of you! This is the Guanlan Sect, and I am the greatest!"
Even Li Zhishan couldn't stand it anymore, so he quickly went over and pulled Gu Jia away, saying the toughest words in the most cowardly tone.
"Please, senior brother, stop causing me trouble! Aren't you afraid of angering them and having them chop you and me up?"
Li Zhishan almost knelt down to Gu Jia. He often went out to train and had experienced the brutality of the cultivation world. He knew the principle that the weak should back down. So when his master entrusted Gu Jia to his care, he was in a lot of trouble. It was not that Gu Jia was a bad person, but he was protected too well by his master. He had great strength but did not know how to use it. He had not experienced any hardships and was too silly and naive.
After much persuasion, Li Zhishan finally managed to get Gu Jia to leave, and then he clasped his hands in a respectful manner towards Shen Yebai, saying, "Senior brother is still young and naive. If he has offended you in any way, I apologize in advance. But—"
His tone suddenly changed, becoming serious and cold: "If you harm my senior brother, I will fight you to the death."
Shen Yebai finally looked at him properly, and simply said, "You're not worthy."
There was no mockery, nor any boasting; Shen Yebai was simply stating a fact.
Upon hearing this, Li Zhishan simply smiled nonchalantly: "I know I'm like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, but I still have the recklessness of a moth drawn to a flame."
After saying that, he bowed slightly in apology and turned to go find Gu Jia.
He wasn't without hatred for Shen Yebai for almost killing Gu Jia, but he also knew he couldn't get justice for Gu Jia. He could only put the matter aside and use a trivial threat to make the other party hesitate slightly, which would be enough.
...
Master Xuanjing led Qin Moyu across the training platform. Wherever they went, the disciples of Guanlan Sect bowed and paid their respects. Qin Moyu, taking advantage of the situation, also enjoyed this treatment. Finally, they stopped at a place that resembled a courtyard house.
This was at Qin Moyu's insistence on the way, and Xuanjing Zhenren was to take Qin Moyu to Shen Yebai's residence first.
"Are you really sure? You've seen it yourself. By becoming my disciple, you'll not only have a superior status in the Guanlan Sect, but I can also give you many more good things." Xuanjing Zhenren, having escorted Qin Moyu to his destination, still hadn't given up on his idea of abducting Qin Moyu and asked him relentlessly.
Qin Moyu waved his hand dismissively and said, "No need, no need, thank you senior. Although my master is indeed very poor, I have no intention of leaving him."
"I'm really not poor"—Master Xuanjing's words stuck in his throat. He was both moved and helpless in the face of Qin Moyu's sincere gaze.
When he disguised himself as an old Taoist priest, besides being entrusted by someone, he actually had the idea of raising Qin Moyu and then leaving. However, after more than ten years of living together, he found it increasingly difficult to leave Qin Moyu.
I already knew the answer, so why struggle?
Master Xuanjing sighed inwardly, reached out and ruffled Qin Moyu's hair despite his protesting gaze, and said with a light smile, "Stay put, and let me know if you need anything, okay?"
Qin Moyu nodded perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, oh dear, senior, please stop rubbing my hair, it's all messed up."
"You brat, I'm leaving." Master Xuanjing flicked Qin Moyu on the forehead, and Qin Moyu covered his head with teary eyes.
Master Xuanjing smiled, left a few words, and departed.
"Be careful of Shen Yebai, he's not that simple."
Qin Moyu disagreed with this, believing that Xuanjing Zhenren only said this because Shen Yebai had given him a very bad first impression.