The World of Scholars

"I wonder if I'll even be allowed into this library." Ma Feifei lay back in her rocking chair, gazing at the sky, deep in thought.

According to the system, the books stored in this library should all be records of things from the Azure Dragon Continent. Although Ma Feifei's physical body belongs to the Azure Dragon Continent, his soul comes from Earth. Moreover, the Mysterious Bookstore is not a product of the Azure Dragon Continent.

So, whether or not a library can hold books about Ma Feifei or the Mysterious Bookstore is a real question.

Thinking of this, Ma Feifei couldn't help but search his mind again for the system's answer.

"The host does not exist in this world, therefore, events concerning the host and the Mysterious Bookstore, and even the books on the Mysterious Bookstore's shelves, cannot be brought into the Azure Dragon Library."

This is the answer given by the system, and it's very clear that even the books from Ma Feifei's world on the shelves of the Mysterious Bookstore cannot be put in.

In other words, the Azure Dragon Library is entirely a historical library belonging to the Azure Dragon Continent!

"What a pity. If I could have gone in, I might have written an autobiography of Ma Feifei, so that the people of the Azure Dragon Continent tens of thousands of years from now could also admire the glory of their ancestor." Ma Feifei sighed with regret, his face full of remorse.

"How did you become someone else's ancestor?" Yun Qingyang appeared beside Ma Feifei at some point and overheard Ma Feifei's words, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Huh? No, you misheard." Ma Feifei glanced at Yun Qingyang and noticed that she was wearing a black shop assistant uniform today, but the uniform was covered with messy cartoon figures, creating a serious clash in style.

"Why are you drawing on your clothes? Did you run out of paper at home or something?" Ma Feifei asked, completely puzzled. If she wore these clothes out, wouldn't everyone who saw them laugh at her to death?

"This is called art, you don't understand." Yun Qingyang looked at Ma Feifei as if he were an idiot, then patted him on the shoulder and spread his hands.

"What are you doing?" Ma Feifei asked, confused.

"Give me the money," Yun Qingyang said.

"Money? What do you need money for? Besides, don't you have money?" Ma Feifei subconsciously hid his hands, afraid that Yun Qingyang would directly tear off his spatial ring.

"I heard that a high-quality eyebrow pencil is being sold at a market in the town center. I happen to need one, so I'd like to go and buy it," Yun Qingyang explained.

Ma Feifei nodded upon hearing this, then took out his hand and probed his spatial ring with his divine sense, asking, "How much does that pen cost?"

"It seems like it will cost three million Spirit Crystal," Yun Qingyang said, fiddling with her delicate white fingers.

"Hmm?" Yun Qingyang frowned and turned to look at Ma Feifei.

"Crunch~"

"Crunch~"

Only the rocking chair swayed gently; Ma Feifei was nowhere to be seen.

Another day has passed, and the Dubian Town is as bustling as it was yesterday, with even more people coming and going from the mansions at No. 30 to No. 35 on the main street than yesterday.

The atmosphere in this area grew increasingly tense, filled with a strong sense of killing intent. Some passing cultivators trembled with fear as they walked by, and many more preferred to avoid this path rather than experience this intense, murderous aura.

Everyone in Dubian Town knows who lives in this area. It is the residence of the four monarchs who represent the highest power in the Azure Dragon Continent, as well as other important figures standing at the top of the continent. Not to mention Dubian Town, there are very few people in the entire Azure Dragon Continent who dare to stand in front of them without changing their expression.

Therefore, everyone should avoid this group if possible, otherwise, if you offend them and get killed, you'll have nowhere to seek justice.

Of course, is there anyone in Dubian Town who isn't afraid of them?

There definitely is.

Take, for example, Ma Feifei, the owner of the Mysterious Bookstore who kidnapped them.

"This calligraphy brush isn't anything special! Why does it cost three million Spirit Crystal? What a profiteer." Ma Feifei, walking down the long street, couldn't help but complain as he looked at the bright red calligraphy brush in Yun Qingyang's hand.

What kind of calligraphy brush could sell for three million Spirit Crystal? That's almost equivalent to an ordinary Divine Abilities and Spells!

"You don't understand the world of scholars," Yun Qingyang said, stroking the priceless calligraphy brush in his hand with obvious affection.

"Heh." Ma Feifei smirked. What the hell is this world of scholars? It's like everyone has a calligraphy brush at home. I even have a 'Divine Brush' at home. Am I proud of that?

My family owns Bookstore, and you're telling me I don't understand it?

"Sigh!" Ma Feifei shook her head, deciding not to argue with Yun Qingyang; it wasn't worth it.

"Huh! Why are there so many people on the street so late at night?" Ma Feifei asked, looking at the people constantly coming and going on the long street.

The sheer number of people was one thing, but the most crucial point was that their attire revealed they came from all over Azure Dragon. In particular, the travel-worn look on their faces clearly indicated they had rushed over as if it were something extremely urgent.

"They've all come looking for the thirty-six lackeys you kidnapped," Yun Qingyang said without looking up.

"Nonsense! What do you mean I kidnapped them? What lackeys? We were partners, and it was all voluntary on both sides." Ma Feifei scoffed. He would never admit to such a thing, and besides, he didn't kidnap the people; it was Mo Xie who did it, and it had nothing to do with him.

Upon hearing this, Yun Qingyang rolled her eyes and didn't reply.

"You know, these people are really something. They can come, but they have to make the atmosphere so tense. It's creepy late at night." Ma Feifei waved the air in front of him, as if trying to dispel the heavy atmosphere.

"I heard from Caicai that quite a few people died here last night. I wonder if anyone has died today," Yun Qingyang replied casually.

"Huh?" Ma Feifei was a little surprised and was about to speak.

"Bang!"

A loud crash followed by clanging sounds, sometimes mournful, sometimes muffled, as swords clashed and Spiritual Power scattered, making a loud noise on the long street.

"A fight?" Ma Feifei frowned and looked in the direction of the fight, only to find that it was taking place in the courtyard of Mansion No. 30.

"Let's go take a look." After saying that, Ma Feifei strode forward. The residents of Mansion No. 30 were basically kings. It was impossible for them to get along harmoniously, since it was kings meeting kings. But it was also impossible for them to fight, as that would be too low for their status.

While lost in thought, Ma Feifei had already brought Yun Qingyang to the gate of the No. 30 mansion. The gate was wide open, and two masked corpses in black lay on the ground. Looking through the gate, one could see scattered corpses all along the way.

Things seem to be getting a bit serious.