Book-Nurturing Slave
"Wait for me?" Ma Feifei looked at the white-haired old man with a puzzled expression and asked suspiciously, "Does the old man know me?"
"I've long admired the owner of the Mysterious Bookstore." A rare smile appeared on the white-haired old man's face. After speaking, he opened his palm, and a book with a blue cover appeared in his hand.
Ma Feifei looked down, quite surprised. This book was actually a Blue Quality book from his Mysterious Bookstore.
The only book available in the Mysterious Bookstore that is of Blue Quality is the copy of "My Fair Princess" that was sold.
"I acquired this book half a year ago. It's truly amazing; I benefited greatly from reading it." The white-haired old man stroked the copy of "My Fair Princess" in his hands, his face full of admiration.
Ma Feifei nodded. Since the white-haired old man had read the book "My Fair Princess," it was normal for him to learn about the Mysterious Bookstore afterward. Ma Feifei's identity was no secret either; a little inquiry would reveal all.
But what does this have to do with the white-haired old man waiting for him?
Seemingly sensing Ma Feifei's confusion, the white-haired old man smiled slightly, and the copy of "My Fair Princess" in his hand suddenly burst into flames without warning, startling Ma Feifei.
"What are you doing?" Ma Feifei asked, frowning. Although the books had already been sold and their disposal was no longer Ma Feifei's concern, Ma Feifei was still somewhat saddened to see his Bookstore's books being burned.
The white-haired old man did not answer. The book burned for a moment and then disappeared. In the old man's hand, a tree stump about an inch in size appeared. The tree stump was very strange. It was blue all over and emitted a faint blue light. The stump was covered with words. Ma Feifei looked closely and found that the words on it were the contents of "My Fair Princess".
"This is the essence of the book. The tree stump represents the quality of the book's paper, and the carved words on it represent the book's content. However, because the book's quality is not high, the essence has not developed sentience, that is, Book Spirit. Therefore, this can only be called Book Essence." The white-haired old man told Ma Feifei this as if he were telling a story.
Ma Feifei listened as if he were listening to a ghost story, his heart pounding. If Liuli hadn't been there with him, he probably would have been sweating profusely by now.
Even so, Ma Feifei was still unsettled by these words.
"Who exactly are you? Why do you know so much?" Ma Feifei asked in a deep voice. For some reason, he suddenly felt a murderous intent, the first time he had had such a thought since arriving on the Azure Dragon Continent.
The white-haired old man's words were so shocking that only Ma Feifei could explain the concept of "Book Spirit" in the entire Azure Dragon Continent. Yet, the white-haired old man not only knew about it but could also Burn Up books to create Book Spirit (Book Essence) inside.
The person who spoke knew more than Ma Feifei. At least Ma Feifei didn't know that a one-inch-sized tree stump would appear after the books Burn Up, nor did he know the meaning of the tree stump and the words on it.
Subconsciously, Ma Feifei began to suspect that the white-haired old man in front of him might also be a transmigrator, and perhaps also have a system similar to the Mysterious Bookstore.
"Hehe, shopkeeper, don't panic, I mean no harm." The white-haired old man chuckled, glancing at Mo Xie casually.
Mo Xie was listening intently, noticed the white-haired old man's look, paused for a moment, then understood, and chuckled, "I understand, I understand."
Having said that, Mo Xie Xieyun raised his palm and slapped it directly at his forehead.
"Bang~"
The dignified Demon Cult Leader Sect, Mo Xie, who was almost at the Immortal Realm, knocked himself unconscious and lay on the ground with his four legs pointing towards the sky.
Ma Feifei didn't stop any of this. Instead, he stared at the white-haired old man. Saying that he believed the other party had no ill intentions was nonsense. Ma Feifei had been lazy before because he believed he was the protagonist. Anyway, with the theory that protagonists don't die, he could still become the strongest on the continent even if he was lazy.
As for now... to hell with the protagonist theory, killing these heretics is the most important thing.
"Actually, I know all this because I stepped into this so-called Immortal Realm and became someone else's slave." The white-haired old man sighed, looking at the Book Essence in his hand. His brows twitched, and a blue halo the size of a basketball slowly floated out from his chest, Levitate in mid-air.
Ma Feifei looked up at the blue halo the size of a basketball and felt a vague sense of familiarity, as if he were seeing books in his Bookstore —something he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"These are all Book Essence of Blue Quality, a total of three hundred and fifty Book Essence." The white-haired old man looked at the blue halo, his tone filled with helplessness.
"Are they all from the book 'My Fair Princess'?" Ma Feifei asked in surprise. It was impossible for books to generate Book Spirit (Book Essence) after burning, except for the Mysterious Bookstore, to exist anywhere else on the entire Azure Dragon Continent.
However, the white-haired old man shook his head and said, "I have collected over a thousand copies of 'My Fair Princess,' but only this one Book Essence has been created. Perhaps your book is special, as not every book contains Book Essence. These three hundred and fifty Book Essence were all created by the so-called gods who inhabited my body."
"A god resides within you?" Ma Feifei's heart sank. This so-called god was probably his adversary.
"Indeed, shopkeeper, you must also know about the curse that has prevented anyone from becoming an immortal on the Azure Dragon Continent for the past 30,000 years, right?" The white-haired old man looked up at the sky and said slowly.
Ma Feifei nodded without saying anything.
Although the white-haired old man didn't look at Ma Feifei, he knew it when Ma Feifei nodded. He looked up at the sky and said with a touch of emotion, "I shouldn't have been able to become an immortal, but one day, I met a young man who said he was a god who created this world. He said he could allow me to enter the Immortal Realm, but in return, I would have to pay a price. That price is that I would become his slave and serve him."
Young people, God, created the world.
No doubt about it, they're definitely in the same industry!
Damn it, Laozi 've only been here for a year and haven't even gotten out of this map yet, and this guy's already reached some kind of Creator God level. That's not fair!
Ma Feifei felt that after this was over, he would definitely go to the system to protest. This was utterly ridiculous! The two sides were on completely different levels; was it really a good idea to meet so soon?
Who exactly is the main character?
The white-haired old man, unaware of Ma Feifei's inner thoughts, continued, "Reaching the Immortal Realm is the lifelong goal pursued by all cultivators on the entire Azure Dragon Continent, and I am no exception."
"So you agreed." Ma Feifei continued.
"Sigh... I agreed, but it was the beginning of Nightmare." The white-haired old man sighed, withdrew his gaze, looked at the blue halo floating in front of him, and gently touched it with his hand, saying, "After that god helped me enter the Immortal Realm immortals, I found that I had lost my freedom and had to obey his orders. I couldn't even muster the thought of resistance."
Upon hearing this, Ma Feifei curled her lip. They're already gods; what can a nobody like you, who's just entered the Immortal Realm, do to resist? Just talk?
However, these weren't things Ma Feifei needed to focus on. Ma Feifei was more concerned with what would happen next, so he asked, "And then? What does 'the beginning of the Nightmare's mean?"
"The Nightmare is these three hundred and fifty Book Essence before me." The white-haired old man suddenly gave a miserable laugh.
"Book Essence?" Ma Feifei looked at the three hundred and fifty Book Essence in front of him, puzzled.
"In order to elevate these three hundred and fifty Book Essence Book Spirit to a higher level, that god cast them all into my body to nurture them."
"Using people to support books!" Ma Feifei exclaimed.
The white-haired old man nodded and said, "That's right. That god called slaves like me 'Book-Nurturing Slave'!"