Chapter 57: The Hundred-Year Cycle Asks About the Void!

  The two men were separated by no more than a short distance of just one zhang.

  That jade slip floating up and down in the void would occasionally drift between the two of them.

  Two people walked side by side in silence.

  The entire vast world of swordsmanship seemed to have quieted down, leaving only the two of them.

  They seem to be completely unfamiliar with each other. Yet they also seem to be quietly waiting for each other, undisturbed and untroubled.

  "In the ancient book that records how to deal with the Sea Spirit Frog," Mo Bei's gaze slowly moved across the jade slip, his hands behind his back, thinking to himself: "The Wind Attribute Sword Technique is complementary to the Sun Attribute Sword Technique's Observation Sword Technique."

  "A spark can start a prairie fire. With the assistance of the wind attribute, the Observing Sun Sword Technique's inherent flame attribute will surely increase its power greatly!"

  "Hmm..."

  Mo Bei nodded thoughtfully and muttered to himself: "Wind System Swordsmanship... Wind System Swordsmanship... Huh?"

  Mo Bei's gaze suddenly fell on the top of his own head, where a small, less than half an inch long, cyan jade slip was embedded. On that jade slip were inscribed several large characters - Gu Jian Fei Yun Jian.

  "Bring it over and take a look." Mo Bei's mind stirred, he grasped the jade scroll, opened it, and slowly flipped through its pages.

  "Fengshui merges with swordsmanship, Flying Cloud's might, breaking enemies a thousand miles away..."

  "After achieving great success, his sword energy condensed, and with a single slash of his flying cloud sword, he struck from several zhang away!"

  "The momentum is strong, unstoppable!"

  The more Mo Bei Yue read, the brighter his eyes became: "That ancient ravine flying cloud slash, after mastering it, can still increase the cultivator's agility and speed!"

  "Whether in the mortal world or this cultivation world," Mo Bei muttered to himself: "The ultimate technique under heaven, only speed is invincible!"

  "It's him!"

  Mo Bei made up his mind, withdrawing his thoughts from the vast sword techniques and grasping the ancient Geyan Feiyun Slash in his hand, subconsciously looking around him.

  His gaze swept through the jade slips in the sky, but still couldn't find any trace of Chen Qingzhu, and a hint of regret flowed through his eyes.

  Chen Qingzhu was gone without knowing when he left early.

  Mo Bei held the Gu Jian Fei Yun Jian, withdrew from the vast sword technique, walked to the front of the black-robed old man, and respectfully asked: "Sir, how many spirit stones does this Gu Jian Fei Yun Jian have?"

  The old man in black robes opened his eyes, and the turbid old eyes emitted a faint glow, scanning the jade slip from top to bottom, saying indifferently: "Gu Jian Fei Yun Zhan, Feng Xi auxiliary sword technique, ten spirit stones."

  Mo Bei opened Xi Wu Bing's Ling Stone pouch and counted the Ling Stones inside. There were exactly ten, neither more nor less.

  "This girl is fine, and indeed rich and arrogant. Hmph," Mo Bei couldn't help but smile: "Just right, it saved me a pretty penny!"

  Mo Bei finished paying the bill, put the jade slip into his chest pocket, stepped out of the transmission hall, and looked up at it.

  Ten thousand miles without clouds, vast day in the sky, scorching sun heat.

  "It's still early today, hmm... I'll go back to that scripture hall and take a look at the books. The books in that scripture hall are really beneficial for me."

  Mo Beisi hesitated for a moment, made up his mind, and set off down the winding mountain road. He passed through clusters of stone houses, crossed wooden arch bridges, and headed towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the market.

  In the grand scripture repository, amidst the endless mountains and seas of books, there were only a few people.

  "The three spiritual stones can only be used to read books in the Scripture Pavilion for one day."

  "No wonder, there were hardly a few people in the entire Scripture Library."

  "With such an expensive price, how many outer disciples of the entire Penglai Peninsula can afford it?"

  Mo Bei muttered to himself, paid three spirit stones at the counter, and strolled through the endless sea of books.

  His gaze wandered aimlessly over the bookshelves, roaming restlessly.

  "That Xuan Tian world is vast and boundless. The number of sects is countless."

  "Practicing demons, practicing devils, practicing the immortal way. The three thousand great paths, I don't believe it, every sect is just practicing swordsmanship, right?"

  "What other sects are there besides the Four Great Sword Immortal Sects?"

  Mo Bei's mind was filled with curiosity, her thoughts were in disarray.

  Suddenly, his wandering eyes stopped on a certain book on that bookshelf.

  "Xuān Tiān……World……Mén Pài Zōng Shù." Mo Bei read out the words on it one by one, his eyes slightly lit up: "It's this book! Let me take a look and learn more about the Xuān Tiān world outside of Peng Lai Island, it will be beneficial for the future!"

  Mo Bei took down the ancient book that was a foot thick and covered in dust from the bookshelf, flipped through it and scanned several pages.

  The yellowed pages of the ancient book were filled with dense and simple characters.

  Mo Bei pointed at the words above, muttering to himself: "Evil Spirit Sect, Soul-Devouring Sect, Phantom Sect, Dark Abyss Sect... The four major ghost cultivation sects... Together known as the Four Ghosts of the World!"

  "Refine humans, devour souls as the main goal. Seize the blood and essence of living people, refine the soul, and transform the flesh into a puppet."

  Looking at the words above, Mo Bei raised an eyebrow and muttered to himself: "That Ghost Sect is really ruthless, using outsiders as a catalyst to improve their cultivation, they must be absorbing the vital energy of outsiders."

  "There's also the Soul Devouring Sect, which is a demonic sect," Mo Bei exclaimed: "It's actually stripping away people's souls, refining their souls into power, and then absorbing it to increase one's cultivation."

  "This Mystic Heaven world is indeed one of the Three Thousand Great Daos."

  "Indeed, as expected, all sorts of unconventional methods and mysterious techniques are being used."

  "Huh, why didn't I see the introduction to my Extreme Devil Sect?" Mo Bei wondered in his heart, eagerly hugging that thick and ancient book, walking while reading, preparing to find a comfortable spot to sit down and thoroughly study it, to understand this vast and profound Mystic Heaven world.

  Mo Bei held a book and walked around the bookshelf, out of the narrow aisle between the shelves, preparing to sit on the wooden table and chair specially prepared for the disciples who came to read.

  Mo Bei raised his head and looked up, with a hint of astonishment flowing in his eyes.

  But saw on the table and chairs, a woman in red was sitting there.

  The woman's skin was as smooth as water, like a lychee that had been peeled of its shell, tender and delicate as if it were made of congealed fat, and one could even faintly see her pale jade-like hand.

  The bright eyes emitted a gaze that fell on the book, serious and focused.

  On those delicate features, a thin layer of frost was faintly visible, without a smile.

  It was this thread of lonely and cold meaning that made the woman seem like a heavenly immortal descending to the mortal world, adding a few more points of coldness.

  Too beautiful to be faulted.

  It can only be admired from afar and cannot be trifled with.

  "Ye Qingfeng?" Mo Bei subconsciously called out this name.

  The voice was neither loud nor soft, but just right for the woman to hear.

  Ye Qingfeng slowly raised her head, slightly lifting her delicate chin, beautiful beyond compare.

  In those dark eyes, a gaze was emitted, cold and yet lonely, lightly touching Mo Bei's body.

  She immediately withdrew her gaze, with no ripples in her eyes, and continued reading with her head slightly lowered.

  "Hmm, I didn't expect to run into her here."

  Mo Bei muttered a sentence in her heart and didn't pay attention to it. She sat down casually on another chair behind her.

  The maid brought over a tea tray, boiled water, brewed tea, and lit incense.

  The air is filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, refreshing and invigorating.

  Mo Beishen took a deep breath and thought to himself: Although the Tzang Jing Pavilion charges high fees, their service is quite considerate.

  He took a sip of tea, laid the book open on the desk in front of him, and his eyes slowly scanned the pages, continuing to read.

  Two people sat back-to-back, each immersed in their own world of books.

  The vast scripture storage room was empty except for the two of them; no one else could be seen anywhere.

  The only sound was the quiet burning of sandalwood incense.

  Time flows like water, slowly and gently, silently and quietly.

  Mo Bei's mood also became more relaxed and pleasant.

  "Tai Xu Jian Zong... cultivates sword as auxiliary, cultivates sword spirit as primary..."

  "The leader of the Kunlun Taoist sect... takes cultivation as its main focus. The law is unpredictable and mysterious! Its heart method, all laws return to one. After great success, there will be the power to destroy heaven and earth, and move the universe!"

  "Ten Thousand Demon Valley... The first of the eighteen demon door sects... Mainly cultivating demons... Riding all beasts, summoning wind and rain. Shaking one side!"

  "The vast and mysterious world of Xuantian, where hundreds of tribes stand tall. Each has its own strengths and weaknesses, each with its own long and short history. The Three Thousand Great Paths require one to use their own attributes and innate talents to determine which path is most suitable for cultivation. Only then can one achieve the highest peak!"

  As Mo Bei flipped through that thick book, his horizons were thoroughly broadened.

  For the cognition of that mysterious heavenly world.

  Mo Bei was like a frog at the bottom of a well, suddenly jumping out of the mouth, suddenly becoming bright and clear!

  "Never had I expected that the mysterious world would be so magnificent!" Mo Bei was shocked by the world constructed in the book, his eyes shining brightly, full of spirit.

  One day's time. Mo Bei was like a starving and thirsty man, until he finally turned to the last page with one breath.

  Mo Bei suddenly woke up, couldn't help but sigh: "I thought that such a thick book would take at least three or four days to finish... who knew it was finished in just one day."

  At this moment, the plus sign pattern in his mind flashed out a golden light again, and three potential points turned into four.

  "Huh, another potential point has been added?" Mo Bei was slightly surprised: "It seems that reading extensively and increasing knowledge is indeed very useful. I'll have to come to this Scripture Pavilion more often in the future!"

  As he spoke, Mo Bei closed this ancient book and subconsciously looked up.

  Only saw the Ye Qingfeng sitting in front of him, had long since disappeared without a trace, and was no longer visible.

  "What's that?" Mo Bei's gaze wandered and landed on the red silk scarf on the table and chair, and he suddenly froze.

  He walked over and took the red silk scarf in his hand.

  That silk scarf is extremely soft, emitting a faint and delicate fragrance unique to women, which is intoxicating.

  "It must be that Ye Qingfeng accidentally dropped it here." Mo Bei thought to himself, muttering: "I'll pick it up first and return it to her next time I see her."

  Mo Bei returned the books and walked out of the Scripture Pavilion.

  When he came in, the sun was slowly rising from the east. When he came out, the sunset was just falling down from the west.

  "Day after day, sixty-one cycles of the zodiac, a hundred years come full circle." Mo Bei's heart suddenly felt a surge of emotion, and he let out a gentle sigh. Immediately, his gaze became firm, radiating endless energy, as he clenched his fists:

  "No, I will never reincarnate again! I want to cultivate immortality, I want to live forever! Never again will I suffer a setback!"