Nine Gods Sect, Sword-Asking Peak.
"Eldest Senior Sister! Are you really not leaving?" A round-faced girl in pigtails, no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, pleaded anxiously, her face still bearing the innocence of childhood.
Opposite her, a beautiful woman in white stood with a cold, detached expression. Hearing this, she gave a slight shake of her head and replied, "Where the sect stands, that is where Luan Jian belongs."
"But!"
The young girl’s indignation grew. Her gaze swept toward the most majestic and magnificent peak among the mountains, and she gritted her teeth. "That good-for-nothing... sigh, that little Sect Master is simply outrageous!"
"He is the Sect Master," Luan Jian corrected her calmly, her expression unchanged.
Sigh!
The young girl, Ren Xinyi, felt increasingly desperate as she saw her Eldest Senior Sister—a woman whose heart was as clear as a sword—remain unmoved by her pleas. Her small, budding chest heaved with agitation as she lowered her voice.
"Third Senior Sister, Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh—they have all found places to go! Within ten days or half a month, or at most six months, they will all be gone! This sect is about to fall apart!"
"Eldest Senior Sister! Do you know how much worse he’s gotten lately? He has completely lost all restraint! Two days ago, he called me to his chambers and put an aphrodisiac in my tea, intending to commit a beastly act... Sigh! With a Sect Master like that and a sect in this state, why must you cling to the oath of gratitude you made to the late sect master?"
Heh.
Luan Jian’s expression remained unchanged. She simply looked at her youngest junior sister and said indifferently, "He has done the same to me; it is no different. Our new Sect Master of the Nine Gods Sect has been this way for many years. Ignorant, fearless, unscrupulous, and shameless."
……
If this isn't some high-end prank, then I must have transmigrated.
Han Feng took a deep breath, finding the air here fresh and rich, making his body feel light and agile. He looked at the massive bookshelf in front of him, filled with titles like *True Interpretation of Swordsmanship*, *Methods of Condensing Talismans with Spiritual Energy*, *Introduction to Alchemy*, and *Records of Ghosts*. Nothing about it looked like it belonged to the Human World.
He did not know that at this very moment, he had been branded with the label of a "Four-Noes Newcomer." But, since he was here, he would make the best of it. Even though he didn't know what kind of world this was, at the very least, there were books—and plenty of them. That couldn't be too bad.
Han Feng, who had always been a man of simple tastes, felt a flicker of joy after his initial shock.
In his previous life, he had graduated from the most prestigious university, Huaqing. He had refused all high-paying job offers, preferring to return to his alma mater as a library custodian. He spent his days sweeping the halls, obsessed with reading, losing track of time. He never expected that after dozing off while engrossed in a book, he would wake up in this unknown place.
Where the heart is at peace, there is home.
If there are books to read, then there is joy in the Human World.
A serene smile spread across Han Feng’s face. He stepped forward, picked up the *True Interpretation of Swordsmanship* from the shelf, and opened it.
"...The wonders of swordsmanship are beyond words... To know its origin, to be able to dam its source and block its flow—how could one not be victorious?"
He finished the book in one sitting, losing track of how many hours had passed. Han Feng never cared about time when reading; to him, forgetting to eat and sleep was just part of the process.
Besides, this book was written with profound insight. It felt as if it were truly teaching me how to cultivate immortality. The flavor was just right, ha ha!
Let me see how many people have borrowed this...
Out of habit, he flipped to the title page to check for fellow enthusiasts who had read the book, only to laugh at himself and tap his own head.
This wasn't the Huaqing library anymore; of course, the title page wouldn't list borrowing records.
Eh?
But...
Although he didn't find any records, Han Feng was astonished to discover that the edges of his palms seemed to have become translucent, as if rippling with a faint luster. Though only a thin line, it faintly revealed a gathering of sword energy—it was truly extraordinary.
What is this?
Can reading books here actually change one's physical body?
BOOM!
While Han Feng was still in doubt, a strange roar echoed in his mind. The sounds of chanting and Daoist music filled the air, accompanied by a deep, majestic voice vibrating at the very depths of his soul.
【Two lives spent in devotion to books; such dedication is commendable!】
【Studying for a lifetime, never seeing the vanity of the world, never letting clouds obscure your eyes—you have achieved the Body of a Book Sage. From this moment on, you may roam the sea of books with transcendent comprehension. There is much you can achieve!】
?
Han Feng shook his head, unable to distinguish reality from illusion.
The voice had shaken his soul like a great bell, but after it faded, silence returned, making Han Feng feel more strongly that it was just an auditory hallucination caused by being too engrossed in his reading.
A self-deprecating smile appeared on Han Feng’s face. He set down the yellowed book, stood up to stretch, and decided to go outside to see what time and age this place was.
Whoa!
What a magnificent scene! Truly, one can see all the mountains beneath one’s feet. Du Fu was a genius!
Stepping out of the small room, he saw mountains towering into the sky, a scene of infinite grandeur. Han Feng’s heart suddenly expanded. The first thought in his mind was: No matter where this is, as long as I can stay on this fairy-like peak and read my books in peace without anyone disturbing me, I ask for nothing more!
There is a true meaning here, but I have forgotten the words to describe it.
Han Feng looked around at the boundless scenery, feeling refreshed and relaxed. Suddenly, his gaze fixed on a steep, strange peak not far away, soaring into the clouds like a peerless sword piercing the heavens, standing between heaven and earth.
Mountain!
Its blade remains, piercing the blue sky.
If the heavens were to fall, it would hold them up!
Classic lines naturally came to Han Feng’s mind, also written by a librarian.
The mood of the poem perfectly matched the sight of this sharp, sword-like mountain. Han Feng immediately recalled the countless records in *True Interpretation of Swordsmanship*, and an indescribable, crystal-clear understanding surged within his heart!
BOOM!
It was as if a barrier in front of Han Feng had suddenly burst open. The deep and mysterious truths hidden in the text sprang to life in the depths of his mind, guided by a strange power. Every word and every sentence lit up with brilliant golden light, shining with an ineffable supreme principle of swordsmanship!
So... it really can teach me how to cultivate immortality.
Han Feng exhaled softly, his expression slightly lost in thought. He stood with his hands behind his back, but a terrifying, brilliant sword aura erupted from his body and shot straight into the sky!
Whoosh!
The sword energy pierced through the nine heavens, yet it didn't disturb a speck of dust. It was as if it merely revealed its great power to the Human World for a fleeting moment before returning its mysterious energy to the heavens, leaving no further trace.
Even if someone were watching the Nine Gods peaks at this moment, they would notice nothing unless they possessed supreme attainments in swordsmanship.
However, Han Feng did not know that the strange peak he was facing, which resembled a sword piercing the clouds, was none other than Sword-Asking Peak, the place of cultivation for Luan Jian, the Eldest Senior Sister of the Nine Gods Sect.
Eh?!
Luan Jian, who was in the middle of talking to her junior sister, suddenly froze, a look of shock appearing on her face.
That is the direction of the Main Peak.
Why did a sword aura shoot into the heavens?
"What’s wrong, Eldest Senior Sister?" Ren Xinyi felt nothing and found it strange that her always cold and aloof Senior Sister would ever show such shock.
"Xinyi, stay here. I must go to the Main Peak." Luan Jian’s expression was solemn. Before she could explain further, she drifted away, heading straight toward the Main Peak of the Nine Gods Sect.