Chapter 010

After the daily practice, Cheng Hui looked at the time and reminded Lin Qingyang that it was time to go to class.

During the month since they came to the Corpse Puppet Sect, whenever Lin Qingyang had any questions about cultivation, he would usually go to Zhang Yifan to resolve them.

Ordinary disciples do not have this treatment, but they can go to the Transmission Hall to attend classes.

Every other month, a Jindan elder would go to the Transmission Hall to give a one-day lecture. The content of the lecture was not limited, and what you could hear depended mainly on luck.

Cheng Hui didn't know that Lin Qingyang's small body hid the soul of an adult, so he naturally thought that he would have many doubts during his cultivation, so he specially wrote down the class times of these courses and urged him to attend classes on time.

Lin Qingyang himself was also very interested in this kind of class. Before he traveled through time, he was only at the late stage of foundation building, so what the Golden Core Elder explained would also be very effective for him.

Soon, Lin Qingyang left the courtyard and went to the Chuan Gong Hall to attend classes.

After he left, Cheng Hui changed into a set of not very clean clothes and slowly left the yard.

Recently, in addition to eavesdropping on various gossips, he also wandered around the Thirteen Peaks, mainly to familiarize himself with the terrain.

There are quite a lot of people on the Thirteen Peaks. In addition to Wuyouzi's direct disciples, there are also a large number of waiters and ordinary disciples.

These ordinary disciples rarely show up in public. Due to the atmosphere of the Corpse Puppet Sect, most people here are used to locking themselves in the small courtyard to practice.

Cheng Hui walked slowly, and from time to time he met some people with dull faces on the road.

These people may suddenly fall down while they are walking.

When he encountered this for the first time, Cheng Hui was shocked. He hurried over to help the person up, but when he did, he found that the other person's body was cold.

Cheng Hui: ...

Then, the cold corpses stood up again and continued to move forward slowly. Not long after they walked away, they fell to the ground with a thud.

Cheng Hui: ...

From then on, he knew that these 'people' with dull faces and who often fell down were actually the Xuan corpses of ordinary disciples. It's just that their strength was low, and there were not many natural treasures to improve the intelligence of the Xuan corpses, so these Xuan corpses looked like mentally retarded and couldn't even walk properly.

Compared with their clumsiness, Cheng Hui also realized how special he was. He secretly felt lucky that Lin Qingyang was just a little kid and might not know what ordinary zombies looked like, otherwise he would be scared by his performance.

Since then, he tried his best not to appear too smart in front of Lin Qingyang. Although he was slightly exposed before, fortunately it was not too late.

Besides, it doesn’t matter whether those people from the Corpse Puppet Sect whom he hopes to deceive can deceive Lin Qingyang.

After all... this kid is just a love-brained person.

Fortunately, he has a righteous outlook on life. If he had met a scumbag, he would have been sold out and had to count the money for the other person.

thump--

Cheng Hui fell to the ground clumsily, but luckily he used his hand to cushion his nose before falling to prevent it from being broken.

After waiting for a while, he slowly got up, ignored the dust on his body, and continued to move forward slowly.

This is the reason why you need to change clothes before going out. Otherwise, you will always fall and be too busy to wash clothes every day.

While walking, he released his spiritual sense to eavesdrop - no, to collect information.

Cheng Hui's eyes were blank and he left Thirteen Peaks unknowingly.

In the entire Corpse Puppet Sect, low-level walking corpses like him can be found everywhere, and he can move more conveniently than Lin Qingyang.

Cheng Hui walked slowly and leisurely without feeling tired. He didn't know when he arrived outside a small building.

At the door, an old man with white hair was huddled behind a table and taking a nap. The door of the small building was left a crack, and it was unknown whether someone had sneaked in.

Cheng Hui went out for a walk today without a fixed destination, and he stopped slightly when he saw this place.

The words "Library" were hung above the door of the small building, which scared Cheng Hui.

A library? Could it be a place where various martial arts techniques are stored?

He looked at the old man, then at the half-open door, and suddenly his face was filled with dismay.

No way...

Shouldn't a place like a library be heavily guarded?

He didn't believe that the Corpse Puppet Sect would be so generous as to allow its disciples to come to the library to choose from various martial arts techniques.

Could this old man be hiding something? Perhaps he's some kind of Spiritualization Elder, waiting for someone destined to meet him?

All the plots in the novel suddenly appeared in Cheng Hui's mind, and the way he looked at the old man was different.

Could it be... that this is the legendary old man?

Cheng Hui was suddenly moved, not for himself, but for Lin Qingyang.

He and Lin Qingyang now share the same fate. If this person is really a big shot, Cheng Hui will not ask for anything. It is always good to leave a good impression.

You never know when a big boss might be able to make you stand out with just one word. Wouldn’t that be great?

Cheng Hui immediately tidied himself up and planned to go over and make his acquaintance with the boss. But before he could act, he saw a cultivator suddenly fall from the sky and land at the door of the library.

When he saw the old man dozing off, he immediately showed an unhappy expression, made a hand gesture, and with a bang, a corpse fell to the ground in front of the old man.

"Huh? Huh? What happened? Is it thundering?"

The old man was startled and stood up in panic, looking around. When he saw the young monk, he immediately showed an uneasy expression.

The young cultivator sneered, "Master Sun, this is the sect's library after all. You, the master, aren't keeping a close watch on it. You're actually sleeping right in front of the door. If something were to happen, could you handle it?"

The old man's face turned red, and he wanted to say something but didn't open his mouth in the end, looking timid.

"Tsk..." The young monk sneered. He thought to himself, if you dare to refute me, I think you have some courage. I really don't know why such a waste is still alive. If he had been like this old man, with his cultivation destroyed, he would have committed suicide long ago.

He flicked his sleeves, opened the door to the library, and walked in. The old man lowered his head in disappointment and muttered, "...You didn't show me the jade talisman for entering the building..."

Cheng Hui watched this scene from afar, and a question mark slowly appeared above his head.

That’s it?

The image of the old man as a sweeping monk was shattered in an instant. Cheng Hui couldn't help but touch his nose. Well, he should have known that such a good thing would not happen.

Generally speaking, things like just walking around and encountering a big boss in the game world are often standard for the male protagonist, and have nothing to do with ordinary people like him.

Although the old man was not a big shot, Cheng Hui was somewhat curious about this library.

Judging from the strict security here, it is not a particularly important place. However, since it can be called a library, the books inside should contain a lot of interesting things, even if they are not martial arts techniques.

If possible, he would really like to go in and take a look. After all, he is too unfamiliar with this world, and the only knowledge he has is from some news he overheard from others.

It’s not that those people would deliberately deceive him, but many things are inherently subjective, and it’s impossible to judge without personal experience.

Just as he was hesitating whether to go over and take a look, the young monk came out of the building like a gust of wind.

As soon as he went out, he saw Cheng Hui in the distance. His eyebrows raised slightly and he was about to say something.

Cheng Hui instinctively felt something was wrong, and quickly tripped over his left foot with his right, falling to the ground with a thud.

Young monk: ...

After he fell, the young monk immediately lost interest. He originally thought that this zombie looked quite smart, but it turned out to be just like an ordinary zombie, so stupid that it couldn't even walk properly.

Although he is a bit obsessed with looks and likes to use corpse puppets with relatively good looks, there are many people like Cheng Hui, so there is no need to waste energy on an ordinary zombie.

The young monk made a hand gesture and quickly disappeared in mid-air.

Cheng Hui let out a long sigh when he felt the gaze that had been staring at him and making him extremely uneasy disappeared.

He was about to get up when he suddenly felt a rough big hand helping him up.

He stood up straight and saw the old man kindly brushing the dust off his body.

"Hey, whose family are you from? Huh, you're a natal corpse? I haven't seen you before." The old man smiled kindly, and treated Cheng Hui as if he were an ordinary person, not a zombie with incomplete intelligence.

Cheng Hui opened his mouth: "Ah Ba Ah Ba..."

"Hey, you can even make sounds. You have quite a talent." The old man seemed to like Cheng Hui very much. He was even a little surprised to hear the stupid sounds he made.

The corners of Cheng Hui's mouth twitched, and he heard the old man say, "Oh, what a pity, it seems that there are still some cramps on your face. Don't worry, when your master's skills reach a higher level, you will become more and more powerful."

The old man was very kind to Cheng Hui, unexpectedly so. He took Cheng Hui to the side of the library and not only let him sit down, but also found a small cushion for him to sit on, fearing that he would catch a cold.

Cheng Hui knew that the old man didn't need him to speak, he just needed a listener, so he sat there silently, listening to the old man speaking slowly.

This old man seemed to know a lot. Cheng Hui was listening nearby and actually heard a lot of messy secrets from him.

From what the old man said, he should have been a young genius of the Corpse Puppet Sect. However, he had a tragic life and bad luck. When he had reached the peak of foundation building and was about to break through to the Golden Core, he encountered a secret realm.

As a result, he encountered many dangers in the secret realm, and even lost his own mysterious corpse. His own foundation was destroyed, and he was destined to make no progress in the future.

The practice of cultivators has always been a process of either progress or regression. For someone like him whose path is obviously broken and destined to have no further development, it is almost certain that he will be abandoned by the sect. At the very least, the sect will no longer invest more resources in him.

So, as a person with no future at all, he was sent to guard this almost deserted library.

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