Chapter 50

Wu Pavilion has a total of four floors, with the first floor storing manuals below the Xianwu level. After leaving the old man Dao's cottage, the group returned to the main hall. After a brief introduction to the first floor of the Wu Pavilion, Zhan Yanyan let Tian Qing and the others choose their manuals freely, while she accompanied Xiao Zhan towards a library.

Looking at the empty hall, Xiao Zhan was puzzled: "Why is there not a single guard here?"

Zhan Yanyan smiled: "Having Old Dao is enough; there's no need for other guards."

"Is it the old man we just saw?" Xiao Zhan was quite surprised. The old man looked like he could be blown over by a breeze. Could he really be an expert?

Zhan Yanyan said calmly: "Remember, one cannot judge a person by their appearance. Old Dao is the top expert in the Zhan Clan for ten thousand years, with unfathomable cultivation. Well, Mother will take you to see the library. The number of manuals there is beyond your imagination."

After saying this, she led Xiao Zhan into a library. The moment they entered, Xiao Zhan was stunned by what he saw. It was like an ocean of books, seemingly endless, with nothing but manuals inside.

"Good heavens! Are these all martial arts manuals?"

Zhan Yanyan casually pulled out a manual and smiled: "There are ten such rooms on the first floor, and each room is filled with martial arts manuals. If you want to learn swordsmanship, finding thousands of sword manuals here will be no problem."

Xiao Zhan drew a sharp breath and said in amazement: "There are ten such libraries? How many manuals does the Zhan Clan have?"

Zhan Yanyan explained: "No one knows how long the Zhan Clan has existed. Just the time since the Fifth Great War is two hundred thousand years. After such a long time, the number of accumulated manuals has reached a terrifying amount."

Xiao Zhan casually pulled out a manual and flipped through it. It was a palm technique, the power of which was unknown, but the creator's tone was very grand. After flipping through it for a while, he put the manual back in its place.

"Are all the manuals on this floor below the Xianwu level?"

Zhan Yanyan introduced: "The entire Wu Pavilion is divided into four floors, plus an underground secret room. The secret room stores weapons used by the ancestors of the Zhan Clan. The first floor collects all manuals below the Xianwu level, with ten rooms in total. These manuals are all for basic martial techniques. The second floor stores manuals from the Xianwu to the Xuwu realm, accessible only to those who have reached the Xianwu realm. The third floor stores manuals above the Xuwu realm. As for the fourth floor, it contains various miscellaneous studies."

Xiao Zhan was taken aback: "Why are the highest floor's rooms filled with miscellaneous studies?"

Zhan Yanyan sighed: "After the battle ten thousand years ago, some secrets of the Zhan Clan are no longer known. Besides the miscellaneous studies, the most peculiar thing on the fourth floor is a portrait in the main hall, said to be the portrait of the War God. After you finish selecting your manuals today, you can go upstairs to see the supreme majesty of the War God of your lineage. You might gain something unexpected."

Xiao Zhan frowned: "Mother, can we just take the manuals out after selecting them?"

Zhan Yanyan said: "Selecting manuals is a tradition of the Zhan Clan. The top ten each year can enter the Wu Pavilion to choose the martial arts legacy of their ancestors. After selecting, they either memorize or copy the manuals, but they are not allowed to take the originals out."

After saying this, she lazily stretched her body, immediately making her full chest outline an astonishing curve. The beauty that seemed to burst out of her clothes made Xiao Zhan, who was about to speak, swallow hard, his eyes almost glued to her.

Seeing his expression, Zhan Yanyan smiled: "In the next room, there are many blank books. You can slowly select the manuals, copy them, and then take them out."

Seeing Xiao Zhan still staring at her chest, Zhan Yanyan said softly: "Mother is leaving now. You can take your time selecting. I will bring you food personally."

After saying this, she took a step forward, kissed Xiao Zhan's forehead, and when he was dazed, she twisted her body, her fragrant scent wafting as she walked gracefully towards the door. Her graceful figure and full, firm buttocks swayed, captivating the heart. Xiao Zhan's eyes followed her, his heart racing uncontrollably.

Stopping at the door, Zhan Yanyan suddenly paused, turned back, and smiled: "Remember, when you have time, go to the fourth floor. Perhaps you can find the 'War God Record.'"

Then she disappeared at the door, leaving Xiao Zhan dumbfounded and his soul wandering.

Truly, a smile can create a hundred charms!

After a long while, Xiao Zhan finally came to his senses. Looking at the vast library, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. They had agreed that their relationship was mother and son, but the way Aunt Yan just acted was clearly seducing him. He really didn't know what Aunt Yan was up to, and how he could complete the agreement and win the beauty's heart.

Shaking his head with a sigh, looking at the sea of books, Xiao Zhan didn't know where to start. In despair, he called out Xiaomimi for advice. This time, Xiaomimi didn't respond with her voice but appeared in the library herself. She looked around, like a bird that had escaped from a cage, her face full of joy.

Xiao Zhan asked: "Xiaomimi, what should I do next?"

Xiaomimi giggled: "Of course, select the sword manuals and copy them."

Looking at the enormous library, Xiao Zhan smiled bitterly: "According to what you said, each sword heart should be refined with the essence of ten thousand sword techniques. Now, I'm not worried about whether there are ten thousand sword manuals. With ten such large libraries, there are probably more than that. But such a large number, let alone copying, even selecting them is a daunting task. Xiaomimi, what should I do?"

Xiaomimi said confidently: "Of course, copy them all!"

Xiao Zhan shook his head: "I can consider one or two, but a fool would copy tens of thousands."

Xiaomimi said proudly: "I didn't say you should copy them. I can do it for you. As long as you give me the manuals and enough paper, I can create identical copies."

Xiao Zhan said happily: "Really?"

"Of course. Just wait a moment, I'll go get the blank books."

After saying this, Xiaomimi skipped out of the room.

Seeing the most difficult task taken over by Xiaomimi, Xiao Zhan was overjoyed. He eagerly selected sword manuals from the shelves. However, he soon found that selecting manuals was also time-consuming and labor-intensive. After a while, when Xiaomimi returned, he asked urgently: "Xiaomimi, do you have a better way to easily select these manuals?"

Xiaomimi thought for a moment and said: "Among the knowledge and skills you have, there is a spell. As long as you add the specific information of the object you want to the spell, no matter where the object is, it will appear in your hands after the spell is chanted."

Xiao Zhan was amazed: "There is such a powerful spell in the world?"

Xiaomimi giggled: "Of course. For example, if you want gold coins, just add the information of the gold coins to the spell, and all the gold coins within a certain range will fly into your pocket. With this spell, you won't need to carry money when you go out. Just chant the spell when you want to spend money, and countless coins will fly into your pocket. This is a shortcut to wealth."

Xiao Zhan's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "What is the name of this spell?"

Xiaomimi smiled: "Empty Hands. The spell is in your mind, and you can access it at any time."

The name was quite meaningful. Xiao Zhan eagerly recalled the spell from his mind. "Empty Hands" had ten levels, and he immediately followed Xiaomimi's instructions. The spell was very simple. When Xiao Zhan chanted the spell, sword manuals flew towards him from all directions, almost burying him, nearly making him the first person in history to be crushed by martial arts manuals.

"Damn!"

Struggling out of the pile of manuals, Xiao Zhan was dumbfounded by the countless sword manuals on the ground. How many people in the Zhan Clan practiced swordsmanship?