What Do You Know? New Book, Please Collect

What Do You Know? New Book, Please Collect

That was right.

He needed to learn Dao arts.

The world outside was fraught with danger at every turn. He definitely needed to learn a few Dao arts to protect himself.

As the old saying went, if you did it yourself, you would have food and clothing enough.

No matter how strong others were, that was their business.

When danger came, he would still have to rely on himself.

All the Dao arts of the Great Luo Holy Land were kept in the Ten Thousand Books Pavilion.

Liu Qingfeng remained behind to refine pills.

Lu Changsheng headed alone toward the Ten Thousand Books Pavilion.

Fortunately, he had the Twelfth Grade Green Lotus. Otherwise, he truly would have had to fly barefoot.

Moreover, the Twelfth Grade Green Lotus automatically gathered spiritual energy, so it did not consume his own spiritual energy.

Less than half a quarter-hour later.

Lu Changsheng appeared at the Ten Thousand Books Pavilion.

At the same time, he drew quite a bit of attention.

In the air.

Lu Changsheng stood upon the Twelfth Grade Green Lotus. A faint green radiance spread outward, and together with the Great Dao Qi surrounding him, it made him seem even more like an immortal.

As for his appearance, there was no need to say more. He was as handsome as ever—unforgettable after a single glance.

"Greetings, Eldest Senior Brother."

"Greetings, Eldest Senior Brother."

Outside the Ten Thousand Books Pavilion, the disciples immediately became respectful upon seeing Lu Changsheng and bowed to him.

"There is no need for such courtesy, junior brothers and sisters."

Lu Changsheng spoke calmly. Then he landed, and the Twelfth Grade Green Lotus vanished into the void. With a single thought from Lu Changsheng, the green lotus would appear again.

After exchanging a few simple greetings.

Lu Changsheng entered the Ten Thousand Books Pavilion.

The Ten Thousand Books Pavilion was shaped like an Eight-Treasure Pagoda, with nine floors in total. Ordinary disciples could only enter the first three floors; Inner Sect disciples could enter the first six; Core Disciples could enter the seventh; True Disciples could enter the eighth; and only the Sect Leader, Holy Son, Supreme Elders, and the Hall Masters of the various halls were permitted to enter the ninth floor.

Even True Disciples needed to obtain the corresponding pass token before they could enter to read.

Though Lu Changsheng was not the Holy Son, he was the Great Luo Eldest Senior Brother. In truth, that made him the Holy Son; he simply had not been formally invested yet.

But according to the strict rules, Lu Changsheng still could not go up.

However, with the Great Luo Token in hand, Lu Changsheng could pass through without obstruction.

Lu Changsheng arrived at the ninth floor.

There were only thirteen kinds of Dao arts on the ninth floor of the Ten Thousand Books Pavilion.

He casually picked up a Jade Scroll.

Before long, Lu Changsheng put it down.

It was not that he could not read it, nor that he could not understand it. Rather, the very first sentence stated that it was suitable for the Soul Division Realm.

Heh.

If I were already in the Soul Division Realm, would I still come here?

Lu Changsheng picked up another Jade Scroll.

Mm, this one was not bad. It required the Spirit Transformation Realm.

Then he took out another scroll.

Hehe, this was even more absurd. It required the Great Ascension Realm?

If I were already in the Great Ascension Realm, why the hell would I still learn Dao arts?

Before long, Lu Changsheng understood. Even the lowest-grade Dao arts on the ninth floor required at least the Spirit Transformation Realm. That was why ordinary disciples were not allowed up here.

The most basic ones required the Spirit Transformation Realm. How could ordinary disciples possibly learn them?

What would be the point of letting them come up?

Just stare helplessly?

With that in mind, Changsheng could not help but return the Dao arts to their original places before heading down to the eighth floor.

After thinking it over, Lu Changsheng felt that, as a mere Qi Refinement cultivator, the eighth floor probably would not suit him either.

So Lu Changsheng simply went to the fifth floor.

Compared to the absolute silence of the ninth floor.

There were quite a few disciples on the fifth floor.

"Greetings, Eldest Senior Brother."

"We pay our respects to Eldest Senior Brother."

"Eldest Senior Brother is here—quick, go take a look."

The Great Luo disciples were all exceedingly excited. The fifth floor was mostly occupied by Inner Sect disciples. Apart from seeing him during the discussions of the Dao some days ago and at the ceremony appointing him Eldest Senior Brother, they had no opportunity to come into contact with him at any other time.

Now that they saw him in person—and at such close range—it naturally caused a stir.

"Silence! Do not disturb Changsheng as he comprehends the arts."

Just then, an elder's voice rang out. He was an elder of the Ten Thousand Books Pavilion, and the moment he appeared, all the clamor fell silent.

"It's fine, as long as you don't speak too loudly."

Lu Changsheng was exceptionally approachable, not overly stern. He merely examined several Dao arts, studying them carefully.

Yet after picking up one book after another, Lu Changsheng soon turned and headed back down.

Because the Dao arts on the fifth floor required at least the Golden Core Realm to learn.

How infuriating.

He went straight down to the second floor. He refused to believe that he still could not learn the Dao arts on the second floor.

At last, Lu Changsheng got his wish—the Dao arts on the second floor required at least the Core Formation Realm.

Heh heh.

Heh heh.

Heh heh.

He forced himself all the way down to the first floor. At this moment, Lu Changsheng appeared utterly composed and calm.

Even though everyone was looking at him with immense curiosity, Lu Changsheng did not panic.

Instead, he casually picked up a Jade Slip and read it.

Jin Yang Sword Art.

Not bad.

He opened it and took a look.

Requires Foundation Establishment at minimum to learn.

Mm, very nice.

Lu Changsheng set down the Jade Scroll, then looked at the several Junior Brothers nearby, their faces full of admiration, and could not help asking.

"Junior Brothers, may I ask where the Dao arts for the Qi Refinement Realm are kept?"

For the sake of learning a Dao art, Lu Changsheng gritted his teeth and asked.

"Huh? The Qi Refinement Realm?"

"Senior Brother, what do you need a Qi Refinement Realm Dao art for?"

"Senior Brother, they're here. The Qi Refinement Realm Dao arts are here."

Some were astonished, some curious, while others immediately pointed Lu Changsheng in the right direction.

Without answering the disciples' questions, Lu Changsheng walked to the farthest corner of the first floor of the Ten Thousand Books Pavilion.

Fortunately, this was the Great Luo Holy Land. Even the bookshelves no one ever visited were still cleaned regularly and did not look particularly old.

There were indeed very few Dao arts for the Qi Refinement Realm.

This was the Great Luo Holy Land. To many cultivators, the Qi Refinement Realm was merely a transitional stage; there was simply no need to cultivate any Dao arts.

Picking up a Jade Slip, Lu Changsheng opened it and glanced through it.

A metal-element sword technique with practically no power.

The Wild Bull Fist Technique that no one would ever learn.

I truly don't know why such a low-grade Dao art could appear in the Great Luo Holy Land—Bewilderment Art.

A Sword Control Technique that was barely passable.

Those in the Qi Refinement Realm should not be learning any Dao arts. Just focus on Foundation Establishment properly—

Lu Changsheng was a little dumbfounded.

Who came up with these names?

Why did they look down on the Qi Refinement Realm so much?

What had the Qi Refinement Realm ever done to them?

Who hadn't come up from the Qi Refinement Realm?

Though he was indignant in every possible way, Lu Changsheng still picked up a Dao art and began reading it earnestly.

However, Lu Changsheng's appearance here naturally piqued the curiosity of many disciples.

Especially when Lu Changsheng was actually reading Dao techniques for the Qi Refinement realm, everyone became intensely curious.

To be honest, Lu Changsheng had wrestled with the decision before coming to the first floor.

After all, coming to the first floor would certainly draw attention.

But after thinking it over, if he wanted to learn Dao techniques, he had no choice but to come here. He had considered asking Qing Feng to fetch a few Dao techniques for him before, but ultimately decided against it, worried something might go wrong. It was better to come himself and be more at ease.

As for what others might speculate, let them speculate.

Lies would be exposed one day sooner or later. Better to remain calm.

"What is Senior Brother doing?"

"Why is he reading Qi Refinement Dao techniques?"

"Yes, yes. Why is Eldest Senior Brother reading Qi Refinement Dao techniques?"

The crowd murmured in confusion, yet Lu Changsheng remained utterly calm.

He did not wish to hide anything.

Nor did he wish to weave more lies for the sake of one lie.

However, just then, a cold voice rang out.

"What do you know!"

The voice instantly drew the curiosity of all the disciples.

"Greetings, Elder."

"Greetings, Elder."

Very quickly, the disciples all spoke up.

An old man approached, looking exceptionally solemn as he said, "The so-called Dao techniques have neither strength nor weakness, neither high nor low. In Martial Nephew Changsheng's eyes, every technique possesses its own extraordinary qualities. All you see is a technique's power, yet you cannot see its core."

"This is why you cannot compare to your Eldest Senior Brother."

"In this world, there are no powerful Dao techniques—only weak cultivators."

"An immortal can use a single blade of grass to sever the sun, moon, and stars!"

"A common man, even with an immortal artifact in hand, can accomplish nothing!"

"This is the supreme realm. You simply cannot understand it."

The Elder of the Ten Thousand Books Pavilion spoke with clear, resonant diction. Every disciple was struck by sudden realization, as though clouds had parted and insight dawned.

Even Lu Changsheng had nearly believed him.