"There are many books that you are willing to connect with."

As An Zhengzheng was looking around, someone suddenly interrupted.

An Zhengzheng stopped and turned around to see Zhou Xu.

His voice was indifferent, and his brows were furrowed when he looked at An Zhengzheng.

An Zhengzheng nodded and greeted her, "I believe you feel the same way."

Zhou Xu remained silent. It was indeed true, but he hadn't expected that someone could be like him.

"May I ask Fellow Daoist An a few questions?" he asked again.

An Zhengzheng had a guess in her mind, but she didn't show it. Instead, she asked calmly, "What's the problem?"

"Why did I lose the contest that day?" Zhou Xu couldn't understand it; this question had troubled him for a long time.

He could only attribute it to An Zhengzheng's bizarre fighting style.

An Zhengzheng suddenly laughed: "You are indeed very good in every way, but you have only been exposed to orthodox cultivation techniques since you were a child, and the people you have sparred with since childhood are all disciples of major families."

"What do you mean, fellow Daoist..." Zhou Xu hesitated. Was An Zhengzheng implying that her own cultivation method was not orthodox?

An Zhengzheng nodded: "My move that day was a martial arts move. It's normal that you haven't seen it before."

"In addition, the Zhou family is large and powerful. What kind of magical artifacts, pills, or talismans do you need? When you can no longer use them, you will naturally find it difficult to exert your full strength."

An Zhengzheng spoke calmly, pulling a book from the bookshelf as she spoke.

Zhou Xu thought An Zhengzheng's words made sense.

Sure enough, he still relied too much on external objects like magical artifacts.

This was the first time Zhou Xu had fought against someone with such a large difference in cultivation level, and it truly tested his strength.

If he encounters a dangerous situation in the martial arts world, he will definitely win by relying on magical artifacts and other external objects. However, without these external objects, his chances are not so certain.

He then asked, "Then why did you learn martial arts techniques?"

An Zhengzheng paused in her book-turning, turned to look at him, and saw that he was still confused, so she couldn't help but want to laugh.

She asked him calmly, "Are all the sisters in your Zhou family allowed to learn the same techniques as you?"

Zhou Xu didn't know how to answer this question.

His previously calm expression became somewhat unnatural.

"Boys and girls are not allowed to sit together after the age of seven. When the Zhou family practices martial arts, boys and girls are separated..."

An Zhengzheng smiled at him but didn't say anything.

Zhou Xu's words were weak, and in the end he kept quiet.

He pursed his lips and said, "When I was learning martial arts, I didn't look at other people much."

This is true; he was born with shallow feelings and didn't have much contact with people, especially the children in his clan.

In some ways, he felt they were all too stupid; some techniques that could be learned in half an hour took them quite a while to learn.

Therefore, he didn't know about An Zhengzheng's problem.

An Zhengzheng looked directly at him: "Since you don't know, then I can tell you. Cultivation families have never passed on all their cultivation techniques to their daughters. Your Zhou family is like that, and so is my An family."

"If I don't go out and learn martial arts techniques, I have no martial arts skills to learn."

An Zhengzheng said calmly, waving the book in her hand, "I have found the book I wanted. Goodbye."

Zhou Xu nodded somewhat blankly, but his gaze fell on the book in An Zhengzheng's hand.

How can a seemingly useless person become a genius?

Is this the book she's looking for? Does she consider herself a failure, or does she aspire to be a genius?

If someone like her is a good-for-nothing, then what about him, the genius who lost to her?

Zhou Xu watched An Zhengzheng's departing figure and pondered for a long time.

“Hey, this book…” The senior student registering the students looked at An Zhengzheng suspiciously.

This book is very famous on the Jade Slip Forum. It is said that Sister Jianlin, who ascended to immortality from the Siyue Sect, successfully ascended after reading this book, going from a useless person with five spiritual roots.

For nearly a thousand years, countless disciples have coveted this book. Unfortunately, this book is quite temperamental and will not easily form a connection with anyone.

Unexpectedly, he took the initiative to become acquainted with An Zhengzheng.

"Senior brother?" An Zhengzheng reminded him.

The senior brother then came to his senses and quickly registered the name and entered the ritual implement.

An Zhengzheng took the book back.

After flipping through the first few pages of background information, An Zhengzheng turned directly to the page about cultivation techniques.

It's a sword manual.

"So, did Senior Sister Jian Lin also study swordsmanship back then?"

An Zhengzheng looked at the Xuan Tian Han Shi sword in her hand.

Because her goal of becoming a god was so firm, An Zhengzheng had to explore all the possibilities for women to become gods.

In other words, she had been racking her brains to find out what her senior sister Jian Lin, who had ascended to immortality, had actually done back then.

The information on the forum is limited. All we know is that Senior Sister Jianlin is a useless person with five spiritual roots, a medicine cultivator, and was originally a disciple of the current sect leader, also known as Master Qingxu.

Should we go and pay a visit to the sect leader?

However, the sect leader's cave is a forbidden area, a place that only grandmasters and true masters can visit.

My own family member is too socially awkward, so asking him for help is definitely not an option.

Should we look for Master Suotang?

An Zhengzheng aimlessly flipped through the jade slip, which introduced that the current sect leader of the Medicine Sect, True Man Kongyu, was the senior brother of Senior Sister Jianlin back then.

Therefore, if we want to understand things more deeply, we still need to go and explore in person.

The more she explores, the closer An Zhengzheng gets to becoming a god, and the greater the possibility of her protecting women in the world in the future.

"Forget it, it would be too much of a hassle to go now. If I can become the champion of the new disciple trial, then I can go."

After all, it's easier to negotiate if you have some real ability; the joint entrance exam scores alone aren't enough.

An Zhengzheng glanced at the book in her hand, then quickly picked up the sword beside her and began practicing.

This sword technique was different from the Gan Jiang and Mo Xie sword techniques she had trained in before. It was indeed an orthodox Taoist method. An Zhengzheng also had some training experience, so she quickly got the hang of it.

"The moves are sharp and impressive, but..." An Zhengzheng murmured.

Perhaps she had learned too many unorthodox methods outside, and felt that this kind of orthodox technique was too restrictive.

Let's practice for now.

With that in mind, An Zhengzheng trained relentlessly in the days that followed.

Bathing is unnecessary; a cleansing spell is all it takes. Eating is also manageable; fasting pills can make up for it.

As the sun rises and sets, its shadow rises and falls, and the afterglow of the morning sun sweeps over An Zhengzheng day after day. Her sword-wielding movements are as fluid as flowing water.

Resting was out of the question; An Zhengzheng was determined to learn all the martial arts techniques she hadn't mastered over the years.

Her heart was pounding with excitement, and every move she made was exceptionally fierce. When she got tired of studying, she would swallow a bowl of herbal soup or a few qi-boosting pills.

Zhou Xu had been watching from a distant hilltop for a long time.

He didn't expect that An Zhengzheng would never rest and would practice on the mountaintop the whole time.

Every time he looked over, An Zhengzheng was sweating profusely.

"Having such an opponent is my good fortune... It was worth the trouble of changing my residence."

For the first time in many years, Zhou Xu felt the strength of his opponent.

He could keenly sense that he had become much more diligent in the past few days.