The third floor. The techniques on this floor required Core Formation to cultivate, so Jun Wangyou did not look through them. Instead, he focused on searching for an unremarkable old man.
He also kept an eye out for any dust-covered techniques tucked away in obscure corners.
According to the cliché tropes from his past life, any trash technique left neglected in some obscure corner was more likely to be a peerless divine art that had been buried and overlooked.
Unfortunately, Jun Wangyou found nothing. As the Scripture Repository of a holy land, it was naturally cleaned every day. Even if such a divine art existed, it would not be Jun Wangyou's turn to find it.
The fourth floor, the fifth floor, the sixth floor, the seventh floor.
Jun Wangyou searched all the way to the seventh floor. This was already the furthest he could go as a True Disciple.
To enter the eighth floor, one needed to be at least a core elder or make an outstanding contribution.
"Sure enough, all those cliché plots are lies!"
Standing at the entrance to the passage leading from the seventh floor to the eighth, Jun Wangyou looked disappointed. A moment later, he turned and left.
But not long after Jun Wangyou departed,
a ghostly figure suddenly appeared at the entrance to the eighth-floor passage.
Upon closer inspection, the ghostly figure was a short old man in gray robes, holding a broom in his hand.
The old man stroked his chin and looked in the direction Jun Wangyou had left, his brows furrowing slightly.
"Why do I feel like that little fellow was looking for me?"
"Interesting. After two thousand years, has someone finally discovered my trail?"
After returning to the first floor, Jun Wangyou immediately saw a group of disciples gathered together. Faint sounds of argument drifted from the crowd.
Driven by curiosity, Jun Wangyou walked over as well.
As he drew closer, he discovered that a group of people and one disciple were fighting over an ancient, battered cultivation manual covered in dust.
"Ye Chen, are you trying to die?! You dare fight me for it? Do you know who my brother is?!"
"Let go right now, or I'll make sure you never see tomorrow's sun!"
The speaker was a domineering disciple dressed in outer sect robes, his body covered in fat.
A group of people with ingratiating expressions also clustered around him.
The one fighting him was a thin disciple with a pale face, yet rather handsome and refined features.
"Hm?"
As Jun Wangyou watched, he could not help letting out a soft sound of surprise inwardly.
The ancient cultivation manual the two groups were fighting over
looked exactly like the buried peerless divine art he had imagined.
"What's going on? Why didn't I notice this manual just now? Am I not the chosen one?"
Jun Wangyou raised his brows slightly and bared his teeth inwardly. He had searched this floor for a long time just now.
How strange. Could the chosen one be this fellow called Ye Chen?
"Ye Chen... surnamed Ye..."
"Gasp! Isn't that the surname reserved for protagonists?"
Jun Wangyou's eyes lit up slightly, and he decided to keep watching.
He had no intention of intervening, because wasn't what was happening before him precisely a cliché plot made for a protagonist?
Someone would bully the protagonist by relying on their strength, then the protagonist would ruthlessly slap them in the face, drawing the amazement of the crowd and the attention of beauties before becoming a winner in life.
Jun Wangyou decided to keep watching. If the plot really unfolded as he imagined, it would be quite interesting.
In the middle of the crowd,
Ye Chen gripped the cultivation manual tightly, his pale face flushed red.
Opposite him stood three lackeys, two of whom were still beating him without stopping.
"Let go! Ye Chen, you lowly bastard! Can't you just obediently be a commoner? Why must you come here looking for some sense of existence?!"
Ye Chen had originally remained silent, but after hearing those words, his eyes inexplicably reddened. He could no longer hold back and roared:
"Chen Xiaotian! I found this cultivation manual first! Don't think you can do whatever you want just because your brother is a True Disciple. The holy land isn't owned by your family! I joined the holy land through my own abilities! What right do you have to insult me?!"
"I'll fight you to the death!"
As he spoke, Ye Chen suddenly became agitated. No longer caring about the cultivation manual in his hands, he lunged straight at Chen Xiaotian.
In Jun Wangyou's estimation, this should have been the moment when Ye Chen ruthlessly slapped him in the face.
But in the next instant, Jun Wangyou's expression turned stunned.
Ye Chen, who had lunged forward, was sent flying several meters by a single kick from Chen Xiaotian. He crashed into a bookshelf, then slid down and sprawled on the ground.
Scarlet blood continuously flowed from the corner of Ye Chen's mouth.
The fat Chen Xiaotian looked at Ye Chen with a sneer and mocked:
"You want to fight me? Are you worthy? With my brother's support, I broke through to Mid Qi Refining long ago. You're trash who only just broke through to Early Qi Refining. What do you have to fight me with?"
"A commoner will always be a commoner. You don't even know your own place."
Chen Xiaotian took the cultivation manual handed over by a lackey and looked teasingly at Ye Chen.
"Do you really think I care about this cultivation manual? How laughable! I have plenty of manuals like this. Only commoners like you would take an interest in such tattered rubbish."
"You don't actually think a manual no one wants is some peerless divine art, do you? Hahaha, how ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. Only commoners like you dream every day of stumbling upon peerless divine arts."
As he spoke, Chen Xiaotian held the cultivation manual sideways in his hands and slowly tore it in half down the middle. He then flung it directly onto Ye Chen's face.
Ye Chen's entire body was twitching faintly. His mouth was full of blood, leaving him unable to utter a single word, but the hatred in his eyes was visibly growing.
Chen Xiaotian and his group turned and left in high spirits.
All around them, everyone watched coldly. No one wanted to help, and quite a few even sneered, feeling that Ye Chen had been too unreasonable.
The weak should possess the awareness of the weak.
Rather than drawing their blades against the strong.
At the very back of the crowd, Jun Wangyou calmly watched the scene.
He watched Ye Chen on the ground struggle to rise, only to fail no matter how hard he tried.
Jun Wangyou's eyes slowly narrowed.
Suddenly, Jun Wangyou shouted, "Stop!"
His voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.
Chen Xiaotian's group, who had not yet left the Scripture Repository, could not help stopping as well.
Turning around, Chen Xiaotian looked at Jun Wangyou, his attitude still arrogant. "Were you the one speaking?"
Jun Wangyou raised his head, his expression beneath the mask exceptionally cold. "It was me."
Chen Xiaotian lifted his chin. "Spit it out if you have something to say. I don't have time to waste on a nobody like you."
"Hehe, it's nothing much."
Jun Wangyou suddenly gave two strange chuckles. "It's just that some of what you said earlier offended me."
"Offended you?"
Chen Xiaotian frowned and immediately cursed:
"What the hell are you? So what if I offended you?
You dog-like piece of trash, you think you're qualified to question me?"
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