Qin Yang thought back and realized he could no longer remember a single word from that third-rate storybook. Satisfied, he nodded.
After raising bookworms for so many years and feeding them vast amounts of classics, forcibly raising their rank step by step, Qin Yang had always treated them as a collective library.
Later, however, Qin Yang's Thinking Art continued to rise, and with his own cultivation and things like the Great Dream True Scripture, Qin Yang himself had become a mobile super-library.
And in terms of security, he was far more reliable than the bookworms. At the very least, Qin Yang trusted himself more.
The bookworms later advanced in rank again, but then Qin Yang encountered Twelve, the mature immortal herb.
At that point, the bookworms' status became so awkward that they had no presence left at all.
There could not possibly be anything in this world stronger than a mature immortal herb specialized in information.
Moreover, after Twelve had visited several more worlds and followed Qin Yang to the World of the Dead, even his ceiling had vanished.
The bookworms had completely lost their presence.
It was only because Qin Yang was sentimental and treated them as pets that he kept raising them. They did not cost him much food anyway.
He had not expected that today would finally be the bookworms' time to show their worth.
He took a stroll around the Discipline Guard Lord's place, merely exchanging verbal blows. If the Discipline Guard Lord could really be persuaded so easily, Qin Yang would consider specializing in verbal sparring from now on.
If you wanted to reason with someone, negotiate, or trade verbal blows, your fists also needed to be big enough as a foundation.
Otherwise, if just any little cultivator ran before the Discipline Guard Lord and