"Hahaha!" another disciple immediately chimed in, his tone even more exaggerated, "Stop talking, he might be cultivating 'the sea of books to prove the truth'! Let's not laugh at him, he might really become an immortal in the future!"
The disciples around him burst into laughter, their laughter revealing undisguised contempt.
Xiang Fan lowered his head, a barely perceptible blush on his face. He clutched the book tightly in his arms, hurriedly stepped around a few people, and whispered, "Excuse me, can you please let me pass..."
Looking at his staggering figure, the disciples laughed even more wildly.
"This guy is truly bizarre. He can't cultivate his sword skills, and can't integrate his spiritual energy. Yet, he actually relies on reading books to make a living. Is he really counting on these useless books to enlighten him?"
"Oh, don't be so absolute," a disciple said jokingly, "Maybe one day, Xiang Fan will become a powerful person thanks to these books, and then... Tsk, I can't make it up anymore, just laugh."
The laughter faded, but Xiang Fan's steps didn't stop. He lowered his head to look at the book in his arms, as if it were the only real thing. It wasn't that he didn't hear their laughter; he just learned to pretend not to hear it. He tightened his grip on the book in his arms, as if protecting the last vestiges of his dignity.
"Even if they are right, I can only rely on these basic things to slowly figure it out..." He sighed softly in his heart, trying to make himself look indifferent.
At the entrance to the Sutra Library, a white-bearded old man stroked his beard, quietly watching Xiang Fan's retreating figure. His gaze was complex, as if he could see Xiang Fan's deep-seated obsession through the pile of books.
"What a strange little fellow..." the old man muttered to himself, shaking his head. "Others borrow books for cultivation, but he borrows them just to read. Those young people find these theoretical books boring, but he can read for hours and still enjoy it."
The old man looked back at the forgotten theoretical books in the Sutra Library and said with a self-deprecating smile, "Who would have thought that these despised 'trash books' could be borrowed and lent like treasures?"
He sighed, his eyes filled with relief. "These kids always think the more advanced their sword moves, the better. But they don't understand that the strongest sword moves are often hidden in the simplest principles. This Xiang Fan may seem dull, but he's actually more patient than anyone else."
The old man's eyes gradually softened, as if he was recalling something. Then he turned and walked back into the depths of the Sutra Library. The door slowly closed, leaving behind a silence.
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