“This guy…”

Chen Sheng came to his senses and glanced at Mo Huan. His clothes were simple, but upon closer inspection, they were a fire-proof robe. Also, it was the work of someone who had casually refined a few furnaces of spiritual herbs, so he was definitely not from an ordinary family.

"Master, I do have some talent."

As he was being watched, Mo Huan puffed out his chest, his face filled with pride. He could feel the rapid improvement of his alchemy skills, which was extremely wonderful.

"Um."

His thoughts were interrupted and Mr. Chen did not pursue the matter further. After all, they had similar interests and were not friends for profit, so there was no need for him to know too much. He would know what he needed to know in due time.

"I heard you whispering last night. It seemed like there was some happy news?"

Mo Huan expressed the joy in his heart clearly, but he is not a person who only cares about his own happiness. He will also calm down and listen to the joy of others.

"I just contacted Jiang Ming from Runan Marquis Mansion."

Mr. Chen said simply.

"Jiang Ming? His credibility is still good."

Mo Huan had heard of this man. He was famous in the capital for his free and easy and romantic personality. However, those who knew the reason could understand the helplessness of the Third Young Master.

The eldest and second sons of the Runan Marquisate were fighting for the family power. In order to avoid disaster and suspicion, they had to devote themselves to the pleasures of life to prove that they had no intention of getting involved.

Chen Sheng had never expected that he could actually find out such a secret. The look in his eyes when he looked at Mo Huan became even kinder, and he passed on the Eight Methods of Controlling Fire.

All the alchemists in his lineage laid the foundation in this way, with good results.

Mo Huan knew that Chen Sheng was a master of alchemy, so he gladly accepted it. He then controlled fire creatures all day long, evolving various flame creatures. Gradually, they became more agile, soaring and dancing, which was very pleasing to the eye.

Days passed, and ten days were up.

"Grumble..."

A horse-drawn carriage was driving in the Washing Clothes Lane. Its wooden wheels made a cold and hard sound as they passed over the bluestone slabs. The carriage was tall and the workmanship was exquisite, revealing the dignity of a king.

Finally, the carriage stopped at a house somewhere, and a young man walked out and said, "Does Brother Chen live here?"

He tapped his fingers on the door, and a knock sound, neither loud nor soft, came inside.

Immediately following.

“Here I come…”

An old voice came from Nene.

Butler Zhao had been waiting for a long time. He opened the door, saw Jiang Ming, bowed, and invited him in.

"Master Jiang, can we set off now?"

Mr. Chen walked out of the room, dressed in white, like a breeze between heaven and earth, with a noble demeanor.

"Yes, I'll take you to the storage room."

Jiang Ming nodded and was about to turn around to go to the storage room with Chen Sheng, but he caught a glimpse of a figure and said strangely, "Who is this..."

He vaguely felt that this face was familiar and associated it with someone, but he was not quite sure.

"The storage room, I'm familiar with it, ask me."

Mo Huan spoke before everyone else and came to Chen Sheng's side, as proud as a rooster. He was not only good at blowing up the furnace, but was actually very useful.

"Friend Chen Dao, since you are familiar with Mo Huan, why did you come to me?"

With just this one sentence, Jiang Ming was able to confirm that he had not mistaken Mo Huan. He could not help but lower his eyes to Chen Sheng with a strange look on his face.

"Mo Huan? What's going on?"

Mr. Chen didn't know the reason, but he knew that Mo Huan must be involved with the storage room, otherwise Jiang would not have such an attitude.

"Master, the current Warden is my uncle."

Mo Huan looked up and said.

"Uncle? This is it."

Hearing this address, Chen Sheng was stunned for a moment, then he held his forehead with his hand. If he had known about the relationship with Mo Huan, he would have indeed saved himself a lot of trouble.

"Why do you call him Master?"

Jiang Ming also had a lot of doubts, but Mo Huan's "Master" made him very concerned.

Could it be that besides his cultivation, Mr. Chen is also an expert in some other field?

"He is a master of alchemy, don't you know that?"

Mo Huan highly praised Chen Sheng's alchemy. He thought that even if he practiced for another three hundred years, he would still not be able to match Chen Sheng's skills. Therefore, he respected him very much and wished he could be his disciple.

"have no idea."

Jiang Ming pondered. He originally thought that Mr. Chen was the successor of the Dingzhen Chamber of Commerce, and President Lu had devoted all his efforts to planning for him and broadening his horizons and connections.

Now it seems that he was thinking wrongly. This young man is of a powerful realm and has a high level of alchemy skills. He is definitely not something that a small chamber of commerce can raise. He is clearly a fierce dragon crossing the river.

"Let's go, don't waste time."

Mr. Chen was undoubtedly bragging about something, and seeing that they were delayed for a while, he urged to set off.

Jiang Mingzi had no objection, and the two of them turned around and headed towards the carriage outside the door.

"I'm going too."

Mo Huan said.

Chen Sheng and Jiang Ming naturally welcomed this auspicious sign of passing the customs that came to their doorstep. The three of them sat quietly in the same carriage.

"Grumble..."

The carriage set off.

Cold and harsh sounds were heard in the bluestone streets. Many tourists heard the noise and avoided it, all the way to the foot of the imperial city.

Through a corner of the door curtain, one can see a magnificent palace with shining golden tiles. The majestic palace suppresses the mixed crowd of gods and intimidates thousands of high-level cultivators.

"This place is too depressing. If the furnace explodes while refining the elixir and alarms the imperial guards, you will be thrown into prison immediately."

Mo Huan whispered.

This place is close to the residence of the Supreme Emperor and is the center of the Yuanliang Dynasty. Countless political decrees were issued from here, changing the situation in the thirteen continents of the world. It is majestic and does not tolerate any rash actions.

"Have you been in the storage room before?"

Mr. Chen asked.

"I stayed here, but I felt that this place was not suitable for me, so I left."

Mo Huan nodded, but the rules of the imperial city were very strict. He felt that his nature was restrained and it was difficult for him to practice, so he left.

"It's really comfortable to have a good old man."

Mr. Chen was speechless. He had worked so hard to get in, but Mo Huan was unhappy and left peacefully. In the end, they became neighbors in Huanyi Lane. It was truly fate.

In a whisper, Jiang Ming showed his identity certificate and passed the inspection of the imperial guards. The carriage slowly passed by and stopped at an ancient palace.

Its brilliance is not as bright as that of other places. It is like an old man, exuding a strong smell of books.

"This is the storage room."

Jiang Ming's expression became serious, and he led Chen Sheng and Mo Huan inside.

In the storage room, there are tens of thousands of acres of books. Each book emits a ray of light. There is no need for lights, and the light of immortal wisdom illuminates the universe.

The hall was large, and a small area was cleared out for this selection. Mr. Chen and his companions were the last to arrive. The other competitors had already been waiting here long ago under the guidance of their elders and recommenders.

"Jiang family boy, why is there one more person?"

The master of the Baili lineage knew Jiang Ming's purpose, but when he saw Chen Sheng and Mo Huan, he was stunned and thought that the other party had made a mistake.

"I came here to take a look."

Mo Huan said truthfully.

"Guarding the storage room is a very important place. How can we bring in outsiders?"

His actions were not difficult to guess. It was an old man who walked into the Taoist Canon. He had white hair and beard, and was dressed in a simple gray robe, looking natural and simple.

This is the treasure keeper. Miao Ge did all these for this old man to see, which embodies the word "rules".

"Okay, I'll just come and watch from the side."

The treasure keeper Shi Mochen glanced at Miao Ge and ignored the matter, as if he didn't see Mo Huan.

"This is because your Excellency is magnanimous. Otherwise, you, a boy without rules, would definitely be punished."

Miao Ge would not miss this God-given opportunity. He had to leave some impression in the mind of the Tibetan historian. Sometimes, victory or defeat depended on this little chip.

"Uncle, this guy is so annoying."

Mo Huan frowned and became a little angry. No one would feel happy if someone suddenly appeared out of nowhere and scolded him.

"Who are you calling uncle? Do you think you're selling vegetables at the street corner?"

Miao Ge almost laughed, and his words became more and more sharp. The old man in front of him was the keeper of the Tibetan history and had a noble status. It was not something that ordinary people could get close to.

"This guy is so stupid."

Baili Yang, the descendant of the Baili lineage, shook his head. The matter was getting bigger and bigger, all because of Mo Huan's words.

"If I were him, I would have begged for mercy long ago."

The rest of the people mourned in silence for Mo Huan. If the situation continued to develop in this way, it would have to be revealed easily.

"My dear grandson, stand aside. It's time to take the test."

Mo Chen's face was dark. He showed some warmth towards Mo Huan, then turned his head and glanced at everyone, but didn't give them any response.

“…”

Quiet.

The storage room suddenly fell silent.

Baili Yang and others did not expect that Mo Huan and the Treasure Keeper had this kind of relationship, and this "big boss" was the real deal.

Miao Ge was stunned on the spot, his mind in turmoil. This time he really made things worse.

"Sir, no... Lord Shuzokushi, it was an unintentional mistake. I definitely didn't make it up on purpose."

He wanted to explain something, but the words once spoken were like water spilled on the ground. Moreover, they were right in front of him and heard by everyone, so he had no choice but to make excuses. He was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Stop it, don't say any more."

The kurashi waved his hand to end the topic. If they continued talking about it, he might get angry.

This disturbance finally subsided.

"This is a true spiritual book, and it contains mysteries. Whoever reads more and longer will be the new treasure keeper."

The treasure keeper waved his hand, and Mo Huan followed behind him and brought a piece of paper. He pointed again, and a heavenly book appeared on it. The paper was golden, and on the pages of the book, the three words "True Spirit Book" were written with a lingering charm, like cloud patterns, floating naturally.

"The True Spirit Book? The one written by the ancient sages is too troublesome."

The masters of the Baili lineage had heard of this book. Once, eight candidates were stuck and no one was selected.

No one knows what is recorded in the True Spirit Book. We only know that those with "extraordinary interests and righteous intentions" can read it thoroughly.

"Master, this..."

Baili Yang felt the pressure. The True Spirit Book was too profound. How could he, a junior, have any sophisticated skills?

"Don't panic. We are all young people like you. How can we have any extraordinary state of mind?"

The man chuckled, which was in line with the state of mind of the True Spirit Book. Even he himself could not succeed, let alone a group of youngsters, it would be even more difficult.

What Baili Yang needs to do is to read longer than his competitors, instead of having the intention of understanding the mysteries.

"I'll go first."

With this instruction, Baili Yang felt more at ease and took the lead to walk towards the empty documents.

“Clatter…”

He sat there, flipping through the True Spirit Book, the brilliance of Taoist scriptures radiating from his body, his expression serious, and he briefly entered a mysterious state.

The storage room was very quiet. With the storage keeper present, no one dared to make any noise or do anything else.

From time to time, the sound of flipping papers could be heard in the silence, and the sound of Taoism could be heard flowing, making Baili Yang look sacred and extraordinary.

"This is actually a legacy, but it is very demanding and requires a very high state of mind and character."

Mo Huan learned the origin of the True Spirit Book from Mo Chen and ran to tell Chen Sheng about it.

The level of the True Spirit Book belongs to the Nascent Soul Realm, but unfortunately the requirements for the state of mind are too harsh. Even the noble celestial official guarding the storage room cannot decipher it.

In the end, a method was reduced to a touchstone.

The keeper of the collection has dug it out many times, and also used the talent of a genius to bring the true spirit book out to the world to prevent the pearl from being covered in dust.

"It's no loss if you fail."

Jiang Ming, thanks to Chen Sheng, knew the secret of the True Spirit Book. After thinking about it, he felt that Lu Wangsheng's money was not wasted. Even if Chen Sheng failed, it was worthwhile for him to be able to get a glimpse of the Nascent Soul Realm.

"He stopped."

Miao Ge said.

"Why don't you continue? For what reason?"

In an instant, many eyes fell on Baili Yang. His face was pale, and his arm that was turning the True Spirit Book was trembling slightly. No matter how hard he tried, he could not turn a page.

Mr. Chen saw that this person's mental and physical energy was excessively depleted. It seemed that flipping through the True Spirit Book would require a certain amount of energy.

"Twenty-three pages, a quarter of an hour."

The treasure keeper glanced at Baili Yang, as if he was used to it. He used a pen to write down the other party's record on the paper, and then said, "Next."

Miao Ge went up and sat in front of the desk with a calm expression. With Baili Yang's demonstration, he felt at ease.

“Clatter…”

He tried his best to clear his mind and keep his heart steady, and sure enough, the obstacles in turning the pages of the True Spirit Book were reduced a little.

Soon, his thoughts were immersed in the mystery, and his every move and the swaying of his robes had a sense of ethereality.

This situation startled everyone, because Miao Ge's previous actions were too agitated, and they thought he was not someone who could sit still, but they did not expect him to be so powerful.

"This guy is so annoying."

Mo Huan muttered that Miao Ge seemed like an alien, and his every move was always unexpected.

"He is the son of General Huaicheng, and is extremely favored. Without any talent, he can't stand such a jump."

Jiang Ming explained.

General Huaicheng was famous for his defense of Huaicheng. He was a well-known brave general with countless blood at his hands. He was definitely not a person who doted on his children.

Miao Ge is so lively and yet is favored by General Huaicheng because of his excellent talent. This time he was sent to the storage room to take advantage of the quiet environment to polish Miao Ge's state of mind and let the unpolished jade shine.

"call……"

After a while, Miao Ge paused under the watchful eyes of the crowd, let out a long breath, and left his desk.

"Twenty-four pages, two-fifths of an hour."

Said the kurashi.

This result was better than Baili Yang's, which made the latter look unhappy.

"I have a great chance of winning this time."

Miao Ge spoke again. Somehow, whenever he opened his mouth, people always felt annoyed.

Anyway, Mo Huan and Baili Yang felt uncomfortable seeing this guy.

(End of this chapter)