Sound Attacks and Soul Attacks

Marquis Anqing had just left. With his doubts weighing on his mind, Xu Yi thought of someone, told Yan Zi, and headed straight down the mountain.

An hour later, he appeared outside the gates of the Imperial Library. Beneath the bright sunlight, the five gleaming characters shone so fiercely they hurt his eyes.

There were still plenty of visitors outside the gatehouse by the main entrance, lined up in a long queue.

But today, compared with before, the queue was much livelier. Everyone was discussing Dragon Head Peak, the Void Divine Palace, treasure hunting, and other such topics.

Xu Yi had no intention of buying books. Holding the jade token he had obtained from Marquis Anqing, he went straight inside and headed for the sea of books. Before long, he found Old Cangtou in a secluded side room.

As before, a dark, shell-less straw mat lay against the wall. A gaunt old man with a head of white hair was using a large red wine gourd as a pillow, snoring away.

Xu Yi did not disturb him. He simply sat cross-legged nearby.

Before long, a burly man in crimson strode over and casually tossed a pair of wine gourds in front of the old man. "You're the all-knowing old man the gatehouse swindler told me about? Quit pretending to sleep. I brought the wine. Hurry up and tell me where the books on strengthening meridians are."

Before his words had even faded, the man had already come closer. Seeing Old Cangtou still lying there, ignoring him completely, he flew into a rage and raised his foot to kick the old man in the back.

"If you dare lift that foot, you'll die."

Xu Yi's voice was icy.

The burly man's thick brows shot up. "Where'd you crawl out from, you