Chapter 112
Li Mo was holding his lower back.
Could it be that the blood of the Jinwu...
Has a potency for enhancing vitality?
No wonder the Jinwu clan was wiped out... Could it be that too many people coveted their blood?
Li Mo shook off his wild thoughts.
He was feeling a bit fiery.
That single drop of Jinwu blood had not been fully consumed, and the remainder was hidden within his kidneys.
“I’m afraid I haven’t even used one-tenth of the Jinwu blood.”
“The Qingsheng Spirit Liquid is running low.”
Li Mo sighed softly.
Although he had quite a few valuable items on him, they were all rather mixed.
He didn’t have anything quite like that.
“Tomorrow, I’ll head to the Library Pavilion first, then go to Dan Ding Peak to find Elder Xue.”
Li Mo made up his mind.
Dan Ding Peak was the wealthiest among the Nine Peaks, and it was also home to the most rare treasures.
Elder Xue might have something good in his possession.
Moreover, refining Xuan Dan (mystical pills) was, in a way, akin to alchemy.
...
The next day.
Library Pavilion.
“I want to go to the sixth floor.”
The counter was knocked on.
The attendant, who had been jotting down notes, suddenly looked up, only to find no one there.
“Could it be that I’ve been staring at too many illustrations lately?”
“Am I hallucinating?”
The attendant scratched his head and went back to checking the books.
“Are you deaf or something?”
The voice came again.
“Look down!”
The attendant was taken aback.
Only then did he see a young boy, about the same height as the counter, dressed in the robes of an inner disciple, looking quite displeased.
“Oh, it’s Brother Xiao Bao.”
“My apologies, my apologies.”
The attendant quickly apologized.
This was Elder Xue’s favorite disciple from Dan Ding Peak.
“Forget it, just help me record this. I want to go to the sixth floor.”
After recording, the boy swayed his way up to the sixth floor.
The two attendants behind him couldn’t help but sigh as they watched his retreating figure.
“If Brother Xiao Bao didn’t have a physical disability, he’d probably be in the Divine Vision realm by now, right?”
“Yeah, it’s a pity that even Elder Xue can’t cure that condition.”
“He’s been to the sixth floor many times; he must be looking for a solution.”
Just as they were talking, they heard footsteps approaching the entrance.
Upon seeing the newcomer, the two quickly straightened their clothes and adopted a respectful demeanor:
“Brother Li.”
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PS: I’m feeling a bit drained; the quality of my writing has suffered. I can’t just churn out content. I’ve been sleeping too late lately.
I owe the audience a chapter today; I need to get a good night’s sleep. orz.
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Chapter 110: The Four Thousand-Year-Old Senior
On the sixth floor of the Library Pavilion.
There were very few people here, and the vast bookshelves created an expansive emptiness.
Soft footsteps echoed.
Li Mo had been here once before, the last time when he retrieved the "Rilun Sword Technique." He had been surprised at how many books were actually stored here.
“Could there be a Divine Vision illustration here?”
Li Mo paused in front of a bookshelf.
This area was filled with illustrations.
The fifth floor mostly contained high-level martial arts, and the items on the sixth floor were undoubtedly more core and precious.
Li Mo was quite curious about the Divine Vision realm.
So, he casually picked up an illustrated book.
Unlike the others, this one was pristine, clearly frequently perused.
Very few people came to the sixth floor.
Only true disciples, elders, or those who had made significant contributions to the sect were allowed.
Even they often flipped through this book.
“The contents must be extraordinary.”
Li Mo read the title of the book.
“Yin Yang Eighteen Poems”
Li Mo: “!”
Just looking at the grandiose title, it was clearly something special!
He was lucky to have come to the Library Pavilion and found such a treasure.
He opened the first page, which read:
“Color is the first barrier of youth—Ouyang.”
Ouyang?
Is that the author of this book?
“Cultivating the heart is essential for Divine Vision, makes sense.”
Li Mo paused for a moment, then nodded.
However, when he flipped to the actual illustrations, he couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.
The content was rather inappropriate for children.
To be fair, the illustrations were quite well done, with attention to detail, just two words.
Realistic.
Li Mo sensed something was off and frowned as he flipped to the last page.
There was another line:
“A man remains a youth until death—Ouyang.”
“Why did the royal uncle choose such a grandiose title!”
“And why can’t he just say everything in one go? One line at the beginning, another at the end.”
Li Mo’s lips twitched.
Even a hack writer wouldn’t dare to be this abrupt.
This author had some flair, like his surname minus the radical.
After putting “Yin Yang Eighteen Poems” back, he picked up another book to browse.
There were few illustrated books as irreverent as this one.
But there weren’t many true Divine Vision illustrations either, and they didn’t touch upon the core high-level techniques or ultimate skills.
That made sense.
Most of those were the signature skills of the elders from various peaks, unlikely to be placed here.
However, Li Mo did come across some interesting items.
“Emperor Wu of Dayu, observing the heavenly path with the national map, using the nine heavens and ten earths as scenery, allowing future generations of emperors to observe the great sun god, ensuring the dynasty lasts forever.”
This was a historical book titled “Chronicles of Divine Forms.”
It even depicted the national map in exquisite detail, lifelike.
Of course, it only captured the form, lacking the spirit.
That was already impressive; being able to replicate the form indicated that the author had at least seen the real thing.
Among the records, the national map was a type of divine form.
Li Mo’s interest was piqued, and as he turned to the next page, he saw an illustration of a bronze divine tree.
“Bronze Fusang, a heavenly artifact from the previous Shang dynasty, where a hundred birds roosted, many divine beings. Observing it could condense the spirits of the Zhuque, Qingluan, Blood Phoenix, Jinwu, and other divine birds, all of which shattered during the fall of the Yu dynasty, their whereabouts unknown.”
“This is quite suitable for Ice Tuozai.”
Li Mo was engrossed in reading.
The records depicted all kinds of ‘divine’ forms, spanning two dynasties, all vividly detailed, as if the author had personally experienced them.
He flipped to check the author’s name:
Han Zhen.
Never heard of him.
“I wonder what form I will observe and what spirit I will gather.”
Li Mo reluctantly set the book down.
He felt a bit lost in this area.
Take Murong Xiao, for instance; with the Mingjiao bloodline, observing the form of a dragon would make it easier for him to gather spirit.
Similarly, those with the physique of a tiger or bear would find it easier to embody the forms of those animals.
This highlights the importance of physique in martial arts.
Li Mo still hadn’t figured out what kind of path his own constitution was suited for in the Divine Vision realm.
No wonder the elders had hesitated to take him as a disciple when they saw him ascend the stone steps to the heavens.
“Things will work out in the end.”
“With Ice Tuozai and Princess Jiang, I’m not worried about not finding what suits me.”
Thinking of them, Li Mo felt reassured.
For now, he should focus on selecting a sword technique to feed Jiang Chuchong.
He was also on the path of honing his skills.
Well, somewhat reluctantly...
Although he still wanted to be a dashing and handsome swordsman, his understanding of martial arts was indeed lacking.
The “Flame Lotus Method” was too intense for comprehension.
Now, he had only about seventy years left.
That was too much for hammer techniques but too little for sword techniques...
But there was no helping it; investment returns had to be pursued.
In the end, Li Mo picked out a few decent sword techniques.
Three books, all exquisite among high-level sword techniques.
Just as Li Mo was holding the sword techniques, preparing to register them, he heard:
“Li Shidi.”
Li Mo turned around, puzzled.
Who was calling him?
“Li Shidi!”
The person jumped a bit, and only then did Li Mo see him clearly.
An old acquaintance.
“Brother Xiao Bao,” Li Mo greeted with a smile.
Before he even entered Qingyuan Sect, he had met this Brother Tang Xiaobao at Elder Xue’s clinic.
During the Nine Veins Martial Meet, he had even jumped down from the ring to help him stage a fake match, bringing that rumor to a satisfying conclusion.
Now, he was tiptoeing, trying to reach for a book on the shelf, but he just couldn’t reach high enough.
Rumor had it that Brother Xiao Bao was born with a deficiency and couldn’t grow tall, always looking like this delicate young boy.
Thus, even though his surname was Tang, everyone called him Brother Xiao Bao instead of Brother Tang.
Wasn’t Brother Xiao Bao at the Yuye realm?
“Li Shidi, could you please help me take down the book on the left, third row?”
“Sure thing.”
Li Mo took it down and found it was a book related to alchemy and medicine.
“Finally got it.”
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