Uchiha Shin had a splitting headache. Countless rare spells lay before him, yet he could not cultivate any of them. It was like a starving man staring at a lavish banquet but being unable to eat a single bite.
"Alright, your martial uncle understands. You can go now. I'll look around by myself." Uchiha Shin's eyes flickered as an idea struck him. He rubbed the little boy's head and smiled.
"I'll show Martial Uncle around the area..."
"No need. Your martial uncle has eyes and feet. I can walk around and look for myself."
Uchiha Shin ushered the little boy away.
Once the boy had left, Uchiha Shin tried to sneak in and take a look. But he found that he simply could not enter the rooms where the books were stored. Even if he had fellow disciples take the books out for him, all he saw were blank pages.
He had the disciples read the books aloud to him, but though they wanted to, they could not utter a single word. Uchiha Shin knew that old man Subhuti was behind this, but what exactly was he trying to do?
Uchiha Shin was discouraged. This Subhuti really was something else. Even if he did not want him to cultivate, why put him in this library? Being surrounded by countless cultivation manuals and techniques yet unable to practice them—was there anything more painful in the world?
Spending every day idly in the library, Uchiha Shin felt like he was about to grow mold. This was far too boring!
"What demon are you? How dare you barge into the library!"
One day, while he was sitting around with nothing to do, a man's voice suddenly rang out from a room across from him.
A middle-aged man in red robes stood in the