The sixth floor of the library.
There were hardly any people here, and the vast shelves created an immense emptiness between them.
The gentle sound of footsteps echoed softly.
Li Mo had been to the sixth floor before—last time he came to grab the “Sun Wheel Sword Doctrine,” and he was quite surprised at the number of books here.
“Would there be any Observation Scrolls here?”
Li Mo halted in front of a bookshelf.
This area was filled with illustrated books.
The lower floors mostly had top-tier martial arts, so the contents on the sixth floor must be even more core and precious.
Li Mo was really curious about the Observation Realm.
So, he casually picked up an illustrated book.
Unlike other illustrated books, this one was spotless, clearly a favorite among readers.
Very few people could access the sixth floor.
Only true disciples, elders, or those who had made significant contributions to the sect could come here.
Even they frequently flipped through this illustrated book.
“The contents inside must be extraordinary.”
Li Mo read the title of the illustrated book.
“The Yin-Yang Eighteen Verses.”
Li Mo: “!”
With such a grand name, it couldn’t be simple!
He was really lucky to have come to the library and found this gem.
He opened the first page, and it read:
“Colors are the first challenge of youth—Ouyang.”
Ouyang? Was he the author of this book?
“To observe the spirit, one must first cultivate the mind, reasonable.”
Li Mo paused for a moment and nodded.
But flipping through the actual illustrations made him sink into deep thought.
The content was rather… not suitable for children.
To be fair, the drawings were quite good, and even the details were meticulous, just two words: realistic.
Li Mo felt something was off and furrowed his brows as he flipped to the last page.
There was a similar line:
“A man remains a youth until d*ath—Ouyang.”
“So why did the prince choose such an extravagant title?!”
“Couldn’t he just say everything at once? Open with one line and finish with another.”
Little Li’s mouth twitched slightly.
Even authors that write terrible novels don’t dare break it up like this.
This author has some skills; it’s like his last name lost a radical.
After stuffing “The Yin-Yang Eighteen Verses” back, he picked up another book to browse.
There weren’t many other informal illustrated books like this.
Real Observation Scrolls were scarce too, and they definitely didn’t touch on the core top-tier skills or ultimate arts.
Thinking about it, those were mostly the signature moves of each peak elder; they couldn’t possibly stash those here.
Li Mo did come across some interesting materials.
“Da Yu’s Martial Emperor observes the Heaven’s Fate with the Jiangshan Yizhi Map, using the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths as the landscape; future generations of royal offspring can behold the Great Sun Spirit, ensuring the dynasty lasts for millennia.”
It was a history book named “Chronicles of Divine Forms.”
It even depicted the Heaven’s Fate and Jiangshan Yizhi Map, truly lifelike.
Of course, it only captured the form, lacking the underlying essence.
This was already impressive; being able to reproduce the form meant the author had at least seen the real thing.
According to the records, the Jiangshan Yizhi Map was a type of divine form.
Li Mo became intrigued, flipped to the next page, and found an illustration of the Bronze Divine Tree.
“Bronze Fusa, from the former Da Shang Heaven’s Fate, where a hundred birds rest; numerous miracles abound. Observing it may bring forth the Vermilion Bird, Qingluan, bl**d Phoenix, Golden Crow, and other bird divinities, yet during Da Yu’s conquest of Da Shang, they vanished without a trace.”
“This actually suits Ice Chunk pretty well.”
Li Mo read attentively.
All of it depicted ‘divine’ forms, spanning two dynasties, and each had its own essence, as if the author had personally experienced it.
He glanced at the author’s name:
Han Zhen.
Never heard of him.
“I wonder what form I’ll observe when it’s my turn, what spirit I’ll gather.”
Li Mo reluctantly set the book down.
He was a bit lost on that front.
Take Murong Xiao, for example; with the Ming Jiao bloodline, observing shapes like dragon serpents was easier to consolidate spirits.
Or someone with a sturdy physique, observing shapes of tigers or bears would also find it easier to balance divine forms.
This illustrated the importance of physical foundation in martial arts.
Li Mo still couldn’t figure out what kind of observation method suited his constitution.
No wonder the elders hesitated so much when they watched him ascend the stone steps; they were wary about accepting him as a disciple.
“Things will work out when I get there.”
“With Ice Chunk and Little Jiang as my main supporters, I’m not worried about not finding something that suits me.”
Thinking of them put him at ease.
For now, he really should choose a sword technique to feed Jiang Chulong first.
He himself was also on the path of utilizing kung fu.
Hmm, by force…
Though he still wanted to be a dashing, suave swordsman, the understanding of martial arts was really a tough nut to crack.
“The Fiery Lotus Marvelous Method” was too intense to comprehend.
Only about seventy years left.
Too long for hammer techniques, too short for sword techniques…
But there’s no choice; I definitely need to grind that investment return.
In the end, Li Mo picked up a few decent sword techniques.
Three scrolls, all exquisite pieces among the top-tier sword techniques.
Just as Li Mo was hugging the sword techniques, preparing to register them.
“Li Shidi.”
Li Mo turned around, puzzled.
Who’s calling him?
“Li Shidi!”
That person bounced a bit, and Li Mo finally saw him.
An old acquaintance.
“Brother Xiaobao!” Li Mo greeted with a smile.
Before entering the Qingyuan Sect, he had met this Brother Tang Xiaobao once at Xue Jing’s clinic.
At the Nine Veins Martial Arts meet, he even jumped down from the arena to help him finish a false match rumor nicely.
Right now, he was jumping on his little legs, trying to grab a book from the shelf, but he just couldn’t reach.
Heard Brother Xiaobao had a congenital deficiency and couldn’t grow tall, but he looked rather adorable in this delicate boyish form.
So even though his last name was Tang, no one dared call him Brother Tang.
Isn’t Brother Xiaobao in the Inner Breath Jade Liquid Realm?
“Li Shidi, could you grab that third book from the left side of the third row?”
“Sure thing!”
Li Mo took it down and found it to be a classic on alchemy and refining.
“Finally got it.”
“Now I have hopes of entering the Xuanji Realm.”
Brother Tang Xiaobao clutched the book happily.
“Brother Xiaobao, this is a refining book; you didn’t grab the wrong one?”
Li Mo thought he was taking this classic to learn alchemy.
“Hehe, to me, it’s just a martial arts book.”
Brother Tang Xiaobao smiled broadly.
Seeing Li Mo looking puzzled, he thought for a moment before speaking:
“Since you’re not an outsider, I’ll tell you this: only my master and I know about this.”
“I’m not human.”
Li Mo: “?”
Brother Xiaobao, don’t say that!
We were chatting perfectly fine; why are you suddenly insulting yourself?
But seeing his serious expression, Li Mo couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.
Is he not joking?
Activated the Destiny Divine Eye.
[Name: Tang Xiaobao]
[Age: 4224.]
[Physique: Seven-Treated Divine Body.]
[Realm: Inner Breath Jade Liquid Realm]
[Fate: Blue.]
[Evaluation: Inherits the Nine-Treated Dragon-Tiger Physique, but due to an unexpected mishap during alchemy, it only formed seven treatments. After being nurtured by generations of Danding Peak elders for thousands of years, he finally gained spirituality in Xue Jing’s generation, but his future is uncertain.]
[Recent Encounter: Hopes to refine himself again to enter the Xuanji Realm to make up for his deficiencies.]
Li Mo: “？？？”
