Sending a Head

Cuiyun Island, Yuanpeng Mountain.

Meng Chen flipped through the volumes of collected books on the shelves inside the cave.

"Good—truly good."

Stroking the covers, he praised them again and again.

"The young people of the future will be fortunate indeed."

Though the Tribulation Immortals had not done the work personally, seeing the many immortal Dao texts collected from the Southern Continent appear in the "Yuanpeng Library" filled him with a shared sense of glory.

"When Fu Henghua handles things, one can truly rest easy—" After a brief pause, he added, "Only when it comes to collecting books."

The greatest gain from the Donglai party's journey this time had not been settling Donglai's affiliation with the Crimson Abyss Daoist Sect, nor had it been that currently unusable "parallel-world technology." It had been the Southern Continent classics Fu Henghua had collected and compiled over several decades.

These things had not been brought back by Fu Henghua. Before departing, he had already handed them over to Tribulation Immortal Meng Chen. The Tribulation Immortals studied them repeatedly, removing some of the more taboo materials and retaining only orthodox immortal Dao texts.

After returning, Meng Chen raised the jade tablet, and densely packed volumes automatically filled the bookshelves.

The collection of the "Yuanpeng Library" now surpassed that of any sect Meng Chen knew.

Even the former Taixuan Dao Sect likely had not possessed such an abundant collection.

And all of this was Fu Henghua's achievement.

Leaving the book cave, Meng Chen listened to the distant sounds of silk and bamboo revelry, shook his head, and returned alone to his residence.

"Let these young people make a fuss."

Fu Henghua had sent Hengshou to ask to borrow the place, and Meng Chen naturally did not refuse. He allowed Dongfang Yunqi to arrange matters here, inviting renowned