The night was silent as the stars shone brightly.
Early the next morning, Ning Chen went to the library.
Although it was still early in the morning, there were already many disciples in the library, both men and women. They were all holding bamboo slips and reading carefully. Some were reading martial arts and sword techniques, while others were reading Taoist classics. They were focused and quiet.
Not many people noticed Ning Chen.
The library was divided into three floors like the treasure house, from bottom to top, from simple to difficult.
Ning Chen strolled around the sword arts area on the first floor. He did not find anything he liked, so he headed to the second floor.
As soon as he went up to the second floor, an elder with half white hair and beard and a solemn expression appeared in front of him.
"Only personal disciples can go up to the second floor."
This elder lived in seclusion and did not know Ning Chen. In his opinion, someone like Ning Chen, who had not even reached the second-rate realm, would only be an inner or outer disciple, not a personal disciple.
Ning Chen took out the red peach wood hairpin that Beiming Zi had given him to prove his identity.
"This is…?" When the elder saw the red peach wood hairpin with Ning Chen's name engraved on it, his eyes narrowed. Then, his expression changed. He took a step back and cupped his hands towards Ning Chen with a dignified and solemn expression."Zheng He was rude, please forgive him, Martial Uncle.”
This red peach wood hairpin was only below the Hierarch's vermillion hairpin and above the elder's green wood hairpin. With this item, he could go anywhere in the Heaven Sect, and naturally, no one would stop him in the library.
"No worries."
Ning Chen said casually and put the peachwood hairpin back into his sleeve.
"Can I look around now?”
"Of course."
There were fewer people on the second floor than on the first floor. There were less than five of them, and the feeling they gave off was much stronger. Every one of them was second-rate or above, and one of them was already in the early stage of first-rate.
Ning Chen walked around the second floor. Although he saw a few good ones, he still didn't choose them. He continued to the third floor.
On the third floor was an old man who looked like a withered tree. He was holding a book and reading it. Ning Chen did not disturb him when he entered.
There was no one else on the third floor other than Ning Chen and the old man who was reading.
Ning Chen walked over to the martial arts and looked around. In the end, he picked a sword technique and a movement technique.
The sword technique was called the Lone Peak Thirteen Swords.
The movement technique was called Fuyao Steps.
They were all rare top-notch cultivation techniques in the world.
After choosing, Ning Chen sat down on the spot and began to read. The books in the library could not be taken out. This was the rule.
When he finished reading the two scrolls, the system's notification sounded in his mind.
Lone Peak Thirteen Swords, Proficiency 0%
Fuyao Steps, proficiency 0%.
After Ning Chen stood up and put the two bamboo scrolls back, the old man also put down the book in his hand and looked at Ning Chen."You're the personal disciple junior apprentice-brother Darknorth took in?”
His voice was old but full of vigor.
Before Ning Chen could speak, he nodded."Your talent is indeed excellent, you can challenge my Heavenly Sect.”
As the old man spoke, the hand holding the scroll moved slightly.
With a swoosh, an ancient bamboo slip flew in front of Ning Chen and stopped. There was only a mysterious symbol on it.
"This is?" Ning Chen was puzzled.
The old man said slowly,"
" The Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth is complicated and ever-changing. The Confucians have the Great Spirit, the Yin-Yang School has the Yin and Yang Qi formed from the Taoist Qi, the militarists have the baleful Qi of weapons, and the Taoists have been passed down for thousands of years to comprehend nature and the Great Dao. The Sage Laozi once had the accompaniment of 30,000 miles of purple Qi, which was vast and boundless. It was called the Creation.”
After the old man finished speaking, the bamboo scroll floating in front of Ning Chen suddenly glowed with purple light. The mysterious symbol emitted a dazzling purple light. A mysterious cultivation technique suddenly surged into Ning Chen's mind. His mind shook, and it was as if a saint was chanting in his mind:
"The Dao can be Dao, but it is not the same Dao…"
" The highest good is like water. Water is good for all things without fighting…"
"The nameless beginning of the world, the nameless mother of all things…"
"The Goddess of Grains didn't die because of Xuan Pin…"
"Creation, one purple qi, all things grow from the same root…"
While Ning Chen was immersed in his profound comprehension, the old man stroked his beard and looked at him with a sigh.
"It actually succeeded. It has been hundreds of years since the sage Zhuang Zi ascended. Today, finally…the heavens bless our Daoists.”
When the chanting of the saints disappeared from Ning Chen's mind, the mysterious symbol appeared in his mind. It was shining with a purple light, and there was a wisp of purple qi revolving around it.
Beep, Creation Purple Qi, Saint's Qi. It has a mysterious power. One wisp can be exchanged for 200 System Points.
A wisp of purple gas could be exchanged for 200 System Points?
He had only obtained 50 points of spiritual intelligence from the female spirit and creature dual cultivation. This purple qi was actually equivalent to four dual cultivation?
Ning Chen was shocked. It seemed that this purple qi was even more extraordinary than he had imagined.
Pa.
The bamboo slip fell to the ground and made a sound that brought him back to his senses.
Just as he was about to bend down to pick it up, an old hand picked it up first.
"Alright, you should go."
Under Ning Chen's gaze, the old man placed his left hand behind his back and walked inside with the ancient bamboo slip in his right hand.
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