Scripture Pavilion Imperial Tutor: I Enlighten the Crown Prince in the Dynasty

A hundred-ton truck roared past, its blinding high beams ruthlessly raking across Chen Lin's face. In that dizzying, heaven-spinning instant, he heard the crisp crack of his bones shattering. When he opened his eyes again, immortal mists swirled, ancient scrolls wafted with sandalwood incense. As an elder of the Imperial Dynasty's Scripture Pavilion with low talent and meager cultivation, he had already accepted his fate, planning to muddle through his days amid this vast sea of books and cling to survival. Until one night, he accidentally touched a dust-covered ancient manual. Chen Lin subconsciously stirred a thought. In an instant, the obscure, hard-to-comprehend ten-thousand-word secret canon surged into his sea of consciousness like a tide, countless cultivation bottlenecks suddenly cleared, spiritual energy surged endlessly around his body—the merit law that no one had ever successfully cultivated reached the peak of perfection with a single thought from him. He looked down at his hands flowing with golden Dao rhymes and fell silent. This salted fish elder who only wanted to slack off, eat, and wait for death seemed... unable to keep slacking anymore.