Dimensional Library and the Golden-Haired Girl! (Please Vote)

It was another morning.

As usual, Zhu Ziyang got up at six.

As usual, he woke his childhood friend and went running around the village with her to exercise.

As usual, he returned home at seven for breakfast.

As usual, he began reading at eight.

Zhu Ziyang returned to his room and sat before his desk. The moment he placed both hands on the desk, the book that had vanished into the starlight last night appeared in his hands. He looked utterly accustomed to it.

The Dimensional Library!

Going by the terminology from the memories of his previous life, this was probably Zhu Ziyang's cheat: a Super Library that stored at least five hundred thousand books, a Dimensional Library bound to his soul.

Because the library was bound to Zhu Ziyang's soul, any book within it would automatically appear in his hands with but a thought. To a book-loving person like Zhu Ziyang, it was practically a gift from heaven.

Zhu Ziyang did not know where this library had come from. It had suddenly appeared when he was three years old—more precisely, it had appeared at the same time he began practicing the Lesser Light Breathing Technique.

At first, Zhu Ziyang had thought that, like his memories from a previous life, the library was a remnant of that past life. But after reading the books within it, he changed his mind. The origins of this Super Library were far from that simple!

This Super Library contained every book of knowledge recorded in writing over the hundreds of thousands of years since Douluo Continent first had written records. Some were booklets of common knowledge popular across the continent; some were rare secrets and isolated copies treasured in the vaults of noble families; others were lost forbidden books unknown to the world.

It could be said that every book found in the Library Pavilions, archives, and secret treasure towers across Douluo Continent had a copy in this library. Yet no library building anywhere on the continent could possibly contain every book held within this library.

For example, the book Zhu Ziyang was currently reading, On the Influence of Soul Ring Quality on a Soul Master's Development, was a lost forbidden book. Its author had been a citizen of the Star Luo Empire five thousand years ago. Not long after finishing the book, he had been killed, and the book had been burned before it could ever circulate across Douluo Continent. Yet such a book had appeared in this library, leaving Zhu Ziyang deeply astonished.

There were many more books of this kind, making Zhu Ziyang realize one thing:

Such a massive undertaking could never have been accomplished by human hands. It was more like "a gift from the world"—a phrase Zhu Ziyang had encountered in a book from the Church Era, and one he found entirely fitting.

Given Zhu Ziyang's family background, without this Super Library, wanting to read such a vast number of books would have been nothing but a fool's dream. That was precisely why he valued the books in the Super Library so highly. From the age of three until now, at six years old, he had already read over a thousand books!

Zhu Ziyang undoubtedly loved reading, because books gave him knowledge, and knowledge was undoubtedly the most precious thing. Whether influenced by the memories of his past life or shaped by his parents' attitudes in this life, Zhu Ziyang had come to deeply understand the power of knowledge.

In his view, everything in the world had both benefits and drawbacks. Only reading was something that brought nothing but benefits and no harm!

In Zhu Ziyang's view, even if he could not become a Soul Master, he could still live very well on the continent by relying on the books in the Super Library!

Of course, not by selling books. Any book from the Super Library that left Zhu Ziyang's hands for more than thirty seconds would automatically return to the library.

What he relied on was naturally the knowledge contained in those books—for example, using knowledge about Martial Souls to help others plan their paths of development, or using knowledge about Soul Beasts to help people scheme out their Soul Rings.

Both of these were highly sought-after services among Soul Masters.

Having read thousands of books, Zhu Ziyang definitely counted among the most learned people on the continent. Even without Soul Power, he would still live well. He was very confident about that.

Of course, being unable to become a Soul Master was merely the worst-case scenario.

According to the theory of bloodline inheritance, since both his father and mother were Soul Masters, he would certainly become one as well—unless his Martial Soul underwent a negative mutation.

As usual, Zhu Ziyang normally read until ten in the morning.

But not today. Before it was even nine, someone came to interrupt him.

"Brother Ziyang, why are you still reading? Uncle Changhe has already prepared the carriage! We're setting off!"

A crisp voice rang out beside Zhu Ziyang's ear, and a delicate little girl with a sweet smile appeared in his room. Her clothes were simple, but they could not conceal her adorable, doll-like charm. Her golden hair was tied into two braids that hung over her chest, and her two large pink eyes were pure and clear. Her fair little hands, tender as newly sprouted lotus roots, rested before her. She looked innocent and lively, utterly lovable.

She was Jiang Nannan, Zhu Ziyang's childhood friend.

Zhu Ziyang had met Jiang Nannan when he was two, four years ago. As the cutest girl in the village, he had naturally been more than willing to play with her, so the little girl had become very attached to him, practically treating him as her own older brother.

However, Zhu Ziyang was absolutely not content with being just an older brother. He wanted to be her lo—cough, cough. Having memories from a previous life was not entirely a good thing. Why did they keep filling his head with such strange thoughts?

The little girl was half a month younger than Zhu Ziyang, and she too would awaken her Martial Soul today. She looked immensely excited.

"Alright! Let's go." Zhu Ziyang put away his book, rose to his feet, and walked over to Jiang Nannan. Gently patting the little girl's head, he said.

"Hehe~ Brother, why don't you look excited at all? We're about to awaken our Martial Souls!" The little girl's eyes were full of Zhu Ziyang. Excitement filled her fair little face as she asked.

"Excited, of course I'm excited. Brother is just keeping it hidden in his heart. That's called not showing one's emotions." Zhu Ziyang took Jiang Nannan's hand as he spoke and led her outside.

"Ohh~" The little girl only half understood, but that did nothing to diminish her joy and anticipation. She did not find anything wrong with Zhu Ziyang holding her hand; she had long grown used to his presence. Even if Zhu Ziyang did not hold her hand, she would have held his.

In her heart, Zhu Ziyang had long since become the person closest to her.

When Jiang Nannan was four, her father had become separated from the city guard during an operation to clear out the back mountain. By terrible misfortune, he encountered an eight-hundred-year Soul Beast. By the time the others found Father Jiang, who had only one Soul Ring, he was barely clinging to life. Although the Soul Beast was killed as well, Father Jiang did not survive.

From then on, Jiang Nannan had depended on her frail mother for survival. Although they received compensation and subsidies from the City Lord's Mansion, with the family's pillar gone, life remained very difficult for the mother and daughter. In this remote little city, a household without any laborers faced what could only be called a devastating disaster.

It was from that time onward that Jiang Nannan became even more dependent on Zhu Ziyang. Deprived of a father's love, the little girl simply could not resist the brotherly care Zhu Ziyang showed her.