What to Do When I Suddenly Ascend
Chapter 19

Dust-laden Divine Skill?

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Dust-laden Divine Skill?

After putting down Purple Haze Skill, Lin Fan no longer blindly searched for a suitable cultivation technique. Instead, he began thinking again.

"Of course!"

"According to Qi Zixiao's Image Recording, on Earth today—at least where I am—she couldn't sense the slightest trace of spiritual energy..."

"And how could one cultivate immortality without spiritual energy?"

"Any cultivation technique or spell needs spiritual energy to support it. Without spiritual energy, cultivation is simply impossible."

"So..."

"There's no point in looking at them!"

Lin Fan instantly felt as if his head had grown two sizes.

He had thought that once he reached the Scripture Pavilion, he could use the Saintess's identity to get some immortal techniques or something to practice. Even if there were no immortal techniques, top-tier cultivation methods would have been fine.

But now, it seemed that things were completely different.

Simply put, the Earth of today could not support him in cultivating immortality at all!

"In other words, almost all cultivation techniques and spells would be useless to me, even if I read and memorized them."

"Then what exactly did I come to the Scripture Pavilion for?"

What the hell!

Didn't he care about his dignity?!

After wrestling with the air for so long and making preparations in every respect, he had finally decided to "go for it," only to get this result?

Lin Fan even felt like collapsing on the spot.

This was unbearably frustrating!

Yet he could not show it. He could only pretend to be cold and composed, casually put down the book in his hand, and then continue downward...

"Fine. Since I can't learn immortal techniques or cultivation methods, I'll look for books on history or martial arts techniques."

"I wonder if this world even has 'martial arts.'"

Books on history should help him understand this world, and preferably help him learn more about the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

As for books on martial arts...

Cultivating immortality required spiritual energy, and he couldn't cultivate on Earth. But surely he could at least practice martial arts, right?

But what he needed to worry about now was whether the Scripture Pavilion of a "holy land of cultivation" would contain any "low-end" martial arts manuals.

Lin Fan had no idea.

But he could be certain that even if such manuals really existed, they would definitely be on the first floor.

He continued downward.

Like the seventh floor, the sixth floor was empty except for Lin Fan.

On the fifth floor, several rather old cultivators sat cross-legged on the ground, wholly absorbed in deducing something...

Not knowing who they were, and seeing that they were not in a state suitable for disturbance, Lin Fan quietly and directly continued downward.

Starting from the fourth floor, things gradually became livelier.

Many people saluted him. Lin Fan remained calm and continued downward...

"Why did the Saintess stay for such a short time?"

"How could people of such extraordinary talent act in ways we can fathom?"

"Huh? Why did she stop on the first floor? This..."

"Could it be!!!"

Suddenly, someone cried out in alarm. He immediately covered his mouth and said in a low voice, "Brothers and sisters, have you ever heard of storytellers?"

"Storytellers? I know a little about them. Stories for ordinary people to entertain themselves with, right?"

"Exactly, stories! To be honest, Senior Brothers, I was one of the disciples who passed the examination when the mountain gate opened several years ago. Before entering the sect, I heard quite a few storytelling tales."

"Many of those stories were about cultivators like us. There were even plenty about the Scripture Pavilions of various sects..."

"Oh?!"

As soon as he said this, everyone nearby gathered around, their faces filled with curiosity.

"What about the Scripture Pavilion?"

"That's right, Junior Brother. Hurry up and tell us."

"Senior Brothers and Sisters, don't be anxious. Just listen as I, Zhong Feiyu, slowly tell you~"

Zhong Feiyu waved his hand and said mysteriously, "Among the many stories about Scripture Pavilions, quite a few concern 'Dust-laden Divine Skills.'"

"What does 'Dust-laden Divine Skill' mean?"

"It refers to cultivation techniques, spells, and the like powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth, yet casually abandoned in some corner and ignored by everyone."

"Until, by some fortuitous coincidence, a destined person obtains them and soars into the heavens!"

"And these 'dust-laden' divine skills are usually hidden in the most inconspicuous corners of the Scripture Pavilion, or among ordinary manuals..."

When Zhong Feiyu reached this point, everyone understood.

Someone was still puzzled. "The Scripture Pavilion was founded by the ancestors of the Holy Land, and all the manuals were classified and placed according to their value long ago. If there really were a divine skill, how could it..."

But at that point, the person stopped, apparently having thought of something.

It was not just him. Every disciple present fell into deep thought.

That was right. The Scripture Pavilion had indeed been created by the Holy Land's ancestor back then. The manuals here had also been gradually perfected, classified, and arranged by him and the many people who came after him.

But who could guarantee that none of those people had possessed a few "eccentric tempers"?

What if those eccentric people simply liked to "play around"?

For example, what if they had hidden a divine skill in the most inconspicuous corner?

Over the years, aside from certain areas that some Servant Disciples visited to search through, the rest of the first floor had already been covered in dust.

If that was the case...

At this moment, one of them—whether moved by the thought or for some other reason—murmured, "If there really is a divine skill buried in dust, then anyone who knows about it must have a higher status than us. And the Saintess..."

Whoosh!

Everyone's gazes gradually began to flicker.

That was right!

Dust-laden divine skills might only be a story, but considering that no one knew how many years it had been since anyone had carefully searched the first floor, it was not entirely impossible.

And who was the Saintess? With her status, she could easily go to the seventh floor. Why would she linger on the first floor?!

Originally, they had only been reading ancient texts on the second floor. When they saw the Saintess come down, they had followed her to the stairway, merely hoping to take a few more looks.

But when they discovered that the Saintess was actually staying on the first floor, coupled with Zhong Feiyu's "story," everyone's thoughts began to stir.

Then...

They all descended to the first floor and began searching through the books.

Naturally, they did not dare approach the place where the Saintess was. But the enormous first floor contained far too many books, especially in those places that had long since been covered in dust...

More than a hundred disciples caused the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion in the Purple Mansion Holy Land, which had been deserted for who knew how many tens of thousands of years, to become lively once more.

When later disciples saw this scene, they were naturally bewildered. Then... they could not help asking questions.

And after asking? Naturally, they joined in.

Although "Dust-laden Divine Skill" was merely a guess, the Saintess herself was searching here. The possibility of that guess being true was terrifyingly high, all right?!

Gradually.

Quite a few people gathered on the first floor. Some female disciples who loved cleanliness even cast wind spells, sending gentle breezes through the air and brushing away the thick layers of dust.

Lin Fan saw every scene unfold but showed no reaction.

Dust-laden Divine Skill?

At this moment, he even wanted to complain: Have you people been reading too many novels?! Do you really think divine skills are all hidden in the most inconspicuous corners?

Even if there really was one, it would have to be the protagonist who got his hands on it, right?

Thanks to "_Northern Wind Flying_" and "Illusory Capital Love Hero" for the tips. Do you two have any activities tomorrow?

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