Library Pavilion

"Feng'er, are you sure he met that bastard?"

In a magnificent room, a dignified middle-aged woman in brocade robes sat on the bed and questioned the six-year-old boy standing in the middle of the room.

"Mother, I am certain. Uncle Luo saw it himself. Father not only met Hun Han, but even embraced him!" Hun Feng reported every detail to the middle-aged woman.

"What Hun Han? Does he deserve the Hun surname? He is a bastard! A bastard!" the middle-aged woman rebuked sharply.

Seeing the middle-aged woman lose her composure like this, Hun Feng stood frozen, utterly unable to understand why his mother had become so agitated today.

The middle-aged woman paused, realizing her lapse in composure. After calming herself, she looked at Hun Feng and asked, "Did Uncle Luo hear what they said?"

Hun Feng answered respectfully, "No, Mother. Although the door was open, Uncle Luo was too far away to hear what they said."

The middle-aged woman frowned slightly. "Is that so?"

Though Hun Feng was only six years old, he understood what the middle-aged woman was thinking and added, "Mother, do not worry too much. Uncle Luo kept a close watch on them. According to him, Father did not speak with him for long. They probably did not discuss anything important."

Without hesitation, the middle-aged woman replied, "Even so, you cannot let down your guard."

"Mother!"

Watching the middle-aged woman's expression, Hun Feng curled his lips and said proudly, "There is no need for you to pay him so much attention. Although he possesses a Divine Grade Bloodline, he also possesses the Xiao Clan's Divine Grade Bloodline. If he wants to inherit the position of Hun Clan Leader, there will certainly be many objections within the clan! Besides, he is only at Fighting Qi, First Stage. I am already a two-star Dou Zhe! Tomorrow is the day he leaves the Imperial Capital!"

The middle-aged woman reminded him, "Even so, you cannot let down your guard. Every child your father has is your competitor."

Hun Feng nodded as if taught a lesson. "Yes, I understand."

The middle-aged woman paused. Her brows remained furrowed as a vicious glint flashed through her eyes. "No, I am still worried about that bastard. Since he is leaving tomorrow, he should never think of returning. Six years... I have finally waited for this day!"

Hun Feng was startled. "Mother, do not do anything reckless!"

A sinister smile curled on the middle-aged woman's lips. "Do not worry. Your mother is not that foolish. Naturally, such dirty work should be left to someone else. Besides, I am not the only one in this Imperial Capital who hates that bitch."

For a super faction to endure, it needed not only a steady influx of fresh blood, but also unique high-level martial arts.

As one of the Ancient Eight Clans, the Hun Clan possessed the Library Pavilion with the greatest number, variety, and categories of martial arts on the Dou Qi Continent.

The Library Pavilion was one of the Hun Clan's forbidden grounds.

To guard against petty thieves, the Library Pavilion was not located in the Imperial Capital, but in a mysterious place known only to the upper ranks of the Hun Clan.

Within the Hun Clan, there was a place containing an array that could lead to the Library Pavilion. It was the Sky Terrace.

At this time, as the morning sun rose, fifty or sixty six-year-old children had already been waiting atop Sky Terrace Mountain for quite some time. All of them were Hun Clan descendants who had reached at least Fighting Qi, Seventh Stage and possessed a bloodline of at least Fifth Grade by the age of six.

Elsewhere in the Hun Clan's Imperial Capital, those Hun Clan disciples who had failed to meet the standards had already begun bidding farewell to their parents and departing for different places. Some would govern a town, some would enter the army, and some would govern a city.

"Great Elder!"

"Great Elder!"

"Great Elder!"

The previously noisy Sky Terrace, filled with whispered conversations, fell silent when an elderly man in black robes stepped onto the stone stairs. One by one, the children respectfully bowed to him.

"Mm."

With a wave of his hand, the black-robed elder released a gust of force that lifted everyone to their feet.

"Hey, Hun Han!"

"Why is he here too?"

"Did he not fail to meet the requirements?"

Only after the children raised their heads did they notice that behind the elder stood a boy their own age. That boy was none other than Hun Han, who had only just shed his label as trash.

"Could it be..."

Hun Feng, who was present, fell into thought. Naturally intelligent, he had already guessed one possibility.

The Great Elder of the Hun Clan took in everyone's looks and explained, "By order of the Clan Leader, although Young Master Hun Han has not met the cultivation requirement, his bloodline has reached Divine Grade. He may make an exception and enter the Library Pavilion to select one martial art. After making his selection, he must immediately leave the Imperial Capital and travel to a region to govern it."

"I thought he would be allowed to stay."

"Yeah. I almost thought everything I knew before was wrong. So the Clan Leader still does not like him."

"So in the end, he still has to leave the Imperial Capital. I heard he knelt before the Sacred Hall all day yesterday. Could it have been to enter the Library Pavilion?"

Some people whispered among themselves about Hun Han.

Hun Feng's expression returned to normal as he thought to himself, So this is what you got from Father yesterday. But do you think entering the Library Pavilion and obtaining a high-level cultivation technique means you will have a chance to return? Heh heh, how naive! Mother already began making arrangements last night!

"All right, be quiet. No shouting. Anyone who makes a disturbance will be directly stripped of their qualification to enter the Library Pavilion."

The Great Elder of the Hun Clan truly lived up to his title. With just a few words, he made the children obediently shut their mouths. Even Hun Feng did not dare raise the slightest objection.

Then, the Great Elder of the Hun Clan touched his storage ring and flicked his finger, taking out a pitch-black token.

No one knew what material the token was made from. Obscure, incomprehensible runes covered its surface. Under the sunlight, it reflected not the slightest glimmer, as if it had devoured all the sun's rays.

"Dark Soul Token!"

One of the children blurted out.

"Dark Soul Token!"

Hun Han studied the token inwardly. As the thirteenth young master of the Hun Clan, he had also heard some things about the Dark Soul Token.

It was said that one could only enter the Library Pavilion by relying on the Dark Soul Token. As for the Dark Soul Token, there was only one. It was usually personally kept by the Hun Clan Leader and was only temporarily handed to the Great Elder when the Library Pavilion was opened.

Moreover, it was said that the Dark Soul Token was connected to another forbidden ground of the Hun Clan. Unfortunately, Hun Han had never been welcome in the Hun Clan. He knew absolutely nothing about where that forbidden ground was or what purpose it served.

But Hun Han no longer cared. Once he completed the sign-in mission in the Library Pavilion, he would take Aunt Qin and Qin Lan far away. He neither wanted nor intended to concern himself with the Hun Clan's coming calamity. He had no desire to become one of the sacrifices to Hun Tiandi's blade more than a decade later.

"Everyone, enter this array!" ordered the Great Elder of the Hun Clan.

At his words, all the children stepped into the array.

The Great Elder of the Hun Clan raised the Dark Soul Token in his hand and formed intricate hand seals. A wisp of Fighting Qi drifted from his body and seeped into the Dark Soul Token. The token then trembled faintly, releasing ripples of energy. Under the effect of those ripples, the array on the ground lit up with dazzling radiance. Then, with a flash of light, everyone vanished from the Sky Terrace.

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