Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1588 Completely Outclassed in Intelligence

In the vast sea of ​​books in the Dharma Hall of the "Demon Sun Divine Palace," Su Fan found a lot of information that was very helpful in addressing his own hidden dangers.

He found a quiet corner, sat cross-legged, spread the book on his lap, and studied it carefully, word by word.

After repeated contemplation, many long-standing doubts in my heart suddenly became clear, as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun. Furthermore, many novel insights and cultivation ideas quietly sprouted in my mind.

Among them were some valuable secrets on how to specifically address one's own hidden dangers, which gave him a lot of inspiration and reference.

There are also many cultivation insights painstakingly summarized by senior cultivators, with profound and lost secrets hidden between the lines.

This trip to the Tibetan Buddhist Temple was truly worthwhile.

On this afternoon, the warm sunlight pierced through the carved wooden windows of the Tibetan Buddhist temple, filtering out dappled light and shadow.

Su Fan was engrossed in reading an ancient book of secrets with an old cover and thick pages, his expression extremely focused.

Suddenly, several childish voices came from not far away, breaking the ancient silence in the hall.

Su Fan frowned almost imperceptibly, his divine sense sweeping over the area like an invisible veil.

Not far away, behind the shadow of a row of tall bookshelves, several young disciples in the Qi Refining stage, dressed in sect robes, were sitting cross-legged chatting.

They spoke without any restraint, treating the solemn Tibetan Buddhist hall as a place for casual conversation.

At the beginning, the group talked about ordinary trivial matters within the sect.

Su Fan didn't take it too seriously, but as they chatted, the topic unexpectedly turned to the Su family.

"Have you heard? The Su family, which has recently become famous in the sect, has finally seen its patriarch make an appearance. I heard he even bestowed a lot of Upper Realm spirit crystals upon his newly acquired concubines!"

A round-faced boy lowered his voice, his tone filled with undisguised envy, his eyes seemingly reflecting the shimmering light of the spirit crystal.

“How could I not know about this…” another tall, thin boy immediately chimed in, his jealousy almost overflowing.

“One of my cousins ​​was sent to the Su family to become a concubine of a Su family member. The reward of just one Upper Realm Spirit Crystal was enough to make me envious for years. We work our lives to cultivate, how can we compare to her to ascend to the heavens in one step?”

Before he could finish speaking, a sneer suddenly rang out, filled with disdain.

A boy with triangular eyes curled his lip and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"Hmph... He's just a nouveau riche. His ancestors didn't have a single bit of wealth or resources. He probably rose to power through some unorthodox and evil arts. To put it bluntly, he's just a lowly, wicked cultivator..."

He paused, his tone growing increasingly indignant.

"I really don't know what the sect's higher-ups were thinking. How could they accept such a person into their sect? Aren't they afraid that if word got out, other sects would laugh at our Demon Sun Divine Palace for harboring heretics and ruining our century-old reputation..."

“That’s right, that’s right…” A boy next to him quickly chimed in, his face full of disdain.

"A mighty and dignified super demonic sect, how could it accept an evil old demon? If word gets out, it will be a disgrace to the sect."

I think all those rumors about the Su family patriarch's formidable strength are false; they're probably just something the Su family deliberately bragged about to scare people..."

"You lot, shut up right now..."

A slightly timid boy quickly spoke up to stop him, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible panic, and his eyes subconsciously darting around.

“I heard from my elders that the patriarch of the Su family is no ordinary person. Legend has it that he once killed a powerful demon from the upper realm who descended to the lower realm. His strength is terrifying to the extreme. If he hears you talking like this, we won’t be able to save our lives…”

"Hahaha, you believe this nonsense..." The triangular-eyed boy who had scoffed earlier laughed dismissively, his tone full of sarcasm.

"You claimed it was the true form of a great demon from the upper realm? You saw it with your own eyes. I think it's just a rumor deliberately spread by the Su family to scare people and prevent others from easily provoking them..."

“That’s right…” another boy joined in the laughter, his tone flippant.

"He's really good at bragging. The great demons of the upper realm are so powerful that they can tear through space and descend to the lower realm. How could a cultivator from the lower realm possibly kill them? It's obviously fake. Only an idiot like you would believe it."

The group burst into laughter, their disdain and contempt undisguised.

Su Fan, sitting on the other side of the bookshelf, listened to the idle chatter of these teenagers and a helpless smile appeared on his lips.

He had lived for countless years and was used to such idle gossip born of jealousy and ignorance. He regarded it as childish talk and did not take it to heart.

But upon further reflection, he also gleaned some clues from these casual remarks.

There are probably many people within the sect who share similar views with these young men.

After all, the Su family's rise was too rapid, and because of the characteristics of his cultivation method, he was labeled as an evil cultivator, which inevitably attracted controversy.

Su Fan, however, didn't care at all and thought that such discussions might not be a bad thing.

The Su family has been in the limelight lately, which inevitably attracts jealousy. Now that people are talking about them like this, it can actually help cool things down.

Having weathered countless years of ups and downs, he had seen through the coldness and warmth of human nature. The gossip of a few teenagers was nothing more than fleeting smoke to him.

Su Fan gently shook his head, dispelling these chaotic thoughts, and turned his gaze back to the ancient book in his hands, immersing himself once again in that ancient world of words.

The surrounding noise and discussions seemed to become background noise that had nothing to do with me.

"Alright, stop making sarcastic remarks. That Su family patriarch is indeed very powerful. My patriarch himself confirmed this, there's no doubt about it..."

Just then, a clear, girlish voice came from behind the bookshelf, carrying a hint of stubbornness and seriousness.

"Xiao Mo, you're just too easily swayed by rumors..." The triangular-eyed boy sneered, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"Your ancestor must have been deceived by that great demon's lies. There's no such thing as a powerful cultivator from the lower realms..."

“That’s right…” A boy next to him chimed in, deliberately drawing out his words in a teasing tone.

"Xiao Mo, since that big devil is so powerful and has such a wealthy family, why don't you have your ancestor send you to the Su family to be his concubine?"

"You..." The girl called Xiao Mo was clearly angered by these words, and her voice suddenly rose a few decibels, filled with barely suppressed anger.

"Say whatever you want, I'm leaving now..."

Seeing that Xiao Mo was really angry, the boy who had been joking earlier realized that he had gone too far with his joke and spoke with a hint of apology.

"Xiao Mo, that's not what I meant, I was just joking..."

"childish……"

Xiao Mo coldly tossed out two words, turned around, and quickly left the bookshelf, her figure soon disappearing among the rows of books.

Seeing that she had left, everyone complained about the boy who had been teasing them, and the atmosphere became a little awkward. They lost interest in continuing to chat and soon got up and dispersed.

As Su Fan listened to the footsteps gradually fade away, the smile on his lips deepened, and he sighed to himself.

"It's so good to be young..."

Su Fan sighed to himself, then pulled himself out of his thoughts and immersed himself once again in the book in his hands.

Just as he was engrossed in watching, he suddenly sensed a faint presence not far away, and a gaze seemed to be fixed on him.

Su Fan frowned slightly, a hint of doubt passing through his mind.

He slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old standing quietly in the light and shadow not far away.

The girl was slender and graceful, yet possessed a tenacious spirit, like a plum blossom blooming proudly in the cold winter wind.

She wore a dark blue robe in the style of the Demon Sun Divine Palace, its hem spotless, like an elf emerging from the misty rain. Amidst the sea of ​​books filled with the fragrance of ink, she appeared even more elegant and refined. Her delicate face was naturally beautiful, without any adornment. Although there was still a hint of girlish naiveté in her brows, it could not hide her lively and charming nature.

His eyes sparkled with intelligence as he glanced around.

Only her crescent-shaped eyes, clear and cold as ice, captivating and alluring, exuded a sense of aloofness, making those who looked at them feel ashamed and dare not harbor the slightest disrespect.

Seeing the girl staring straight at him, Su Fan's eyes flashed with a gentle light, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Is there something you need...?"

Xiao Mo then came to her senses, her cheeks flushed slightly. She quickly composed herself and respectfully bowed to Su Fan, her voice clear yet polite.

"Disciple pays respects to Grandmaster Uncle..."

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Su Fan understood immediately.

This is the little girl who just defended the Su family.

Seeing Xiao Mo raise her head, her gaze still fixed on him, he was a little puzzled, but he quickly realized what was going on.

The little girl's gaze wasn't on him at all, but fixed on the thick ancient book in his hand.

This piqued Su Fan's interest.

This ancient book was passed down from antiquity, and its language was obscure and difficult to understand. Even he had to ponder it repeatedly before he could grasp even a little of its profound meaning.

It's astonishing that a mere Qi Refining stage girl would be interested in such profound scriptures.

Xiao Mo strode forward, bowed familiarly, her gaze fixed on the pages of the book, her tone a mixture of relief and urgency.

"No wonder I couldn't find it after looking for so long, it turns out it was with you, Grandmaster Uncle..."

Upon hearing Xiao Mo's words, a look of disbelief flashed across Su Fan's face.

You're fucking kidding me.

This ancient classic is obscure and difficult to understand. Even Lao Tzu had to spend a lot of time and effort to figure it out. How could you, a mere Qi Refining stage girl, possibly understand it?

He suppressed his doubts and asked tentatively, "You've read this book..."

Xiao Mo nodded emphatically and said in a natural tone.

"I watched it for a while before, and I was almost finished, but then I had to participate in the sect's trials, so I put it aside. After the trials ended, I came back and thought I would finish watching it, but I couldn't find it in several places..."

After she finished speaking, she looked up and met Su Fan's undisguised doubt, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

She was already used to such questioning looks, and later she was always ridiculed when she mentioned classics to others, so she couldn't be bothered to explain.

She only looked up at Su Fan, her tone filled with anticipation.

"Grandmaster Uncle, when will you finish reading this...?"

Su Fan's curiosity grew stronger, so he decided to follow his doubts and asked Xiao Mo about a difficult passage in the book that he had been pondering for many days but still did not fully understand.

"Since you've read it, then tell me, what exactly is the profound meaning behind this passage..."

He asked casually, not expecting a Qi Refining stage girl to give an answer, but just testing her.

But Xiao Mo's next answer caused a huge uproar in Su Fan's heart.

The little girl's answer was not only clear and logical, but she also broke down the obscure words in the paragraphs one by one.

Furthermore, he pointed out the ancient cultivation methods contained within, and his insights were unique and profound, precisely hitting the key point that had previously puzzled Su Fan.

After the explanation, Su Fan felt enlightened, and the doubts that had been accumulating in his heart instantly vanished.

"You...you can actually understand it..." Su Fan's eyes were full of shock, and his tone carried a hint of barely perceptible loss of composure.

He found it hard to believe that a young girl in the Qi Refining stage could have such insights.

Xiao Mo smiled bitterly, without any hesitation.

She plopped down on the ground next to Su Fan, her tone tinged with helplessness and indifference.

"When I was four or five years old, I liked to play in my grandfather's study and go through all his treasured books."

At first, the patriarch didn't believe it either, but later, seeing that I could accurately articulate the profound meanings in the classics, he once thought that I had awakened my innate wisdom..."

After she finished speaking, she stopped talking, looked up at Su Fan with an attitude of "believe it or not," clearly already used to such shock and doubt.

Su Fan, however, already believed it completely.

He had seen countless genius cultivators and naturally understood that the difference between people in terms of talent was often vast, sometimes even so great that it was despairing.

This little girl before me is either born with innate wisdom and extraordinary comprehension, or she is a powerful ancient being who has been reincarnated and cultivated anew through a secret method.

Reincarnation and rebirth are rare in the world of cultivation, but such legends do exist.

It should be known that anyone who can successfully reincarnate and cultivate again is no ordinary person.

Even cultivators at the Integration Realm would find it difficult to do so; only those at the pinnacle of the cultivation world could possibly reincarnate and start cultivating again through secret techniques.

Su Fan suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and his gaze toward Xiao Mo became more solemn.

Next, Su Fan simply asked Xiao Mo about several difficult points in the classic text that he had repeatedly pondered but still did not fully understand.

Xiao Mo took it as her grandmaster being tested, and pondered the answer even more earnestly.

Not only is it well-organized and concise, but every sentence precisely points out the key points.

Su Fan listened with rapt attention. The cultivation problems that had troubled him for months or even years were all easily solved through Xiao Mo's eloquent explanation.

What amazed him even more was that Xiao Mo not only had extraordinary comprehension, but also an amazing memory, even a photographic memory.

The contents of this ancient classic seemed to be etched into her mind, allowing her to quote it fluently and accurately.

Su Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself, feeling a sense of defeat as if his intelligence had been completely crushed.

In front of this little girl, I felt like a fool.

It vaguely brought him back to his student days in his previous life, and he felt the same way he did now when facing an unattainable super genius.

Su Fan also completely abandoned his senior attitude, increasingly acknowledging the gap between the two, and his tone became more and more humble.

So the old man and the young man sat side by side in the light and shadow of the Tibetan Buddhist hall, and began to talk about this ancient classic.

Xiao Mo chatted with great interest; this was the first time someone had been able to discuss the profound meanings of ancient books with her in such depth.

Previously, his fellow students either found ancient books boring or dismissed them because they couldn't understand them.

Even the elders in the family showed little interest in these ancient classics.

Today, Xiao Mo finally met someone she could talk to, and her joy was evident in her eyes and brows.

(End of this chapter)