Chapter 17: Libraries and Males

Hui threw himself by the librarys door and slammed it shut behind him. Somebody thumped into the door, practically throwing it open in opposition to his weight. One other few thumps rang out, after which the door laid quietly shut.

Sir? the librarian requested, half-standing. Lengthy black hair hung over his shoulders. Half-moon pince-nez perched on the bridge of his nostril, related by a sequence to his ear.

Hui let loose a quiet chuckle and raised a hand, asking for a second. He pressed his again to the door for one more few seconds, simply to make certain. One final thump smashed the door into him. He dug his heels in. The load in opposition to the door vanished.

The librarian frowned at him. He stood and stepped ahead, a hand on his sword. Sir? Are you in want of help?

Hui waved him away. To discover a e-book, nothing extra.This chapter is up to date by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Unsure, the librarian settled again down. Nicely I suppose youre in the fitting place for that. Lets see, what do you’ve out there to you He turned to an enormous ledger sitting on his desk and hovered his hand over it. The pages flipped underneath his hand, quickly turning to the right web page.

Im Xiao Hui, a small-time Basis Constructing interior sect cultivator. Im in search of an appropriate cultivating handbook, Hui launched himself.

Ah, I see, Weiheng Hui, the librarian mentioned, reducing him off, It looks like you’ve entry to the primary 4 flooring of the library, with extra out there pending development of your realm eh, X-xiao Hui? Nevertheless it says Weiheng Hui proper right here He frowned at his e-book.

Er, sure, thats, uh, thats effective. The fourth flooring, you say? Many thanks, fellow daoist. He cupped his fingers on the man and hurried off.

Suspicious, the librarian squinted after him.

Hui bustled away, turning the primary nook he discovered. Coming face-to-face with a stairwell, he climbed up it, hurrying to the fourth flooring. If the fourth flooring is as excessive as I can go, Im getting a handbook off the fourth flooring! No level losing my time with lower-floor manuals.

The upper he climbed, the extra qi thickened the air, till its weight pressed down on his shoulders. He forcibly stood upright and rolled out his shoulders, trying round him. I cant see qi but, however at a guess, this oppressive aura comes from the qi saved in these manuals, proper? Spectacular!

On the fourth flooring, he peeked a take a look at the staircase to the fifth. Nothing blocked it off or prevented him from climbing. Hui turned slowly, pretending to take a look at the bookcases round him. So far as his eye may see, he was alone on the fourth flooring.

It cant harm to look. Hui crept towards the staircase and put his foot on the primary stair.

In a hand-scrawled script, messy letters not like the neat script of the opposite cultivators, the title declared: Defying Dying, Defying Heavens.

On a whim, he flipped it open. Inside, the identical scrawled script continued, phrases packed onto the web page till it was virtually black with them. Ink blots bled from the subsequent web page, contaminating the phrases on the web page.

Hows anybody presupposed to learn that? Hui shook his head dismissively and began to shut the handbook.

Earlier than he may, he felt one thing draw his eyes again to the web page. The phrases twisted and reformed earlier than him. Info flowed into his mind, photos flashing earlier than his eyes.

A practitioner sat earlier than him, a bland, faceless man wearing bland robes. He sat nonetheless, meditating. As he meditated, he drew his qi right down to nothing, turning into a void, an empty house. Surrounding qi rushed into him, filling the void. Repeatedly, he killed his qi, gathering, killing, gathering, killing, till he lastly launched the approach. In his minds eye, the person stood, stretching his arms out, whereas an virtually limitless stream of qi flowed into him. A barrier snapped, and Hui understood: He handed out of Basis Constructing into the third stage!

He stared on the handbook, dumbstruck. This system was it custom-made only for me? Ive already accomplished step one within the handbook properly, not on the Basis Constructing degree, however again in Qi Gathering! Thisthis is the right handbook for me! I’ve to have it!

He flipped forward, however the future pages remained cramped with slim, unreadable textual content. No photos flashed into his head or burst out of the pages. I will need to have to hit greater ranges to grasp these strategies.

Stuffing the handbook into his borrowed robes, Hui sauntered again downstairs, happy with himself. He gave the librarian a jaunty wave.

By no means worry. Many fellow daoists require dozens of visits to the library, the librarian intoned dully.

Huh? What do you imply? Hui requested. He patted his chest. Ive received a handbook proper right here. Im not coming again for some time.

The librarian peered dolefully over his glasses at Hui. He opened his mouth.

The door slammed open. Chang Bolin stood, outlined by the daylight. Librarian! I require

His eyes settled on Hui, and he stared. What are you doing right here?

Hui waved, smiling. Internally, he suppressed a scream. Oh, shit! Time to hoof it!