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Lin Xuan's eyes lit up.

He gently reached out and carefully began to turn the page.

The paper was brittle, so he didn't dare to rush and turned the pages slowly, one by one, for fear of damaging these precious documents.

The first page contains a simple map.

The map was drawn very roughly, with only a few lines outlining the general terrain, and mountains and rivers represented by simple ink lines.

But in different positions, each character is written, with thick ink that penetrates the paper.

"Earth... universe... wilderness..."

Lin Xuan read it aloud softly, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Um?"

He read the remaining few words, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Heaven and earth were dark and yellow, the universe was in its primordial chaos?"

Eight characters, representing eight directions, are distributed across the entire map.

Each character occupies a vast area, separated from each other by dotted lines.

Lin Xuan was taken aback after reading those eight words.

"Could this... be the name of one of the Eight Meridians?"

He had previously heard Wang Dali say that the ancient martial arts tradition was divided into eight orthodox branches.

They are distributed throughout the country.

However, Wang Dali did not specify which eight teams they were or what their names were.

In retrospect, these eight characters are the code name for the Eight Meridians.

Heaven, Earth, Dark, Yellow, Universe, Cosmos, Flood, Wilderness.

These eight characters come from the "Thousand Character Classic" and describe the scene at the beginning of heaven and earth, when the universe was in chaos.

Its use here seems to carry a deeper meaning.

Lin Xuan looked at the location on the map again.

Jiangzhou was found to be roughly located on the edge of the character "宇" (Yu), near the character "荒" (Huang) below it.

It is located almost at the junction of the two parts.

He nodded thoughtfully and turned to the next page.

Behind it was a piece of paper.

The handwriting on the paper was even more illegible than on the previous page.

But the writing is powerful and vigorous, clearly the work of someone who practices martial arts.

The ink varies in shade, and in some places it is so blurred that it is no longer visible.

Lin Xuan leaned closer to look and tried to decipher each word and phrase.

The text is written in classical Chinese, but it's not too difficult to understand.

The gist is as follows:

Decades ago, the world changed drastically, and the inheritance of ancient martial arts was in imminent danger.

Powerful figures from all sides flocked to Zhongzhou upon hearing the news, gathering there to discuss countermeasures.

However, fate is unpredictable, and unexpected events occurred. A dispute suddenly broke out in the meeting place, which then escalated into a chaotic battle.

This battle was unprecedented, involving all sides, resulting in countless deaths and injuries, and rivers of blood.

The war dragged on for years, and they were eventually unable to continue fighting.

They then negotiated a peace treaty and ceased hostilities, demarcated spheres of influence, and their influence spread to all directions.

From then on, the eight lineages each established their own branches, guarding their respective territories, searching for those with affinity from all over the world, enlightening the seeds, allowing them to recuperate and thrive, and planning for the future.

Lin Xuan remained silent for a long while after reading this passage.

"seed?"

Lin Xuan's gaze fell on those two words, and he murmured to himself.

"You're not referring to a self-taught ancient martial arts practitioner like me, are you?"

He had some guesses in his mind.

"But... what does 'enlightenment' mean?"

Then what am I?

Lin Xuan thought about it for a while and felt that there was still too little information, so he continued to look at the next part.

The following content provides a separate introduction to each of the eight meridians, with each meridian having its own page recording information such as its sphere of influence and characteristics.

Although the information was brief and vague in many places, it was enough for Lin Xuan.

He quickly became immersed in this novel world.

The Heavenly Vein, guarding the north, keeps a low profile and rarely interacts with the outside world.

......

Yu Mai, based in the southeastern coastal region, is renowned for its body-refining techniques, and its disciples are mostly masters of external martial arts.

......

The Wild Pulse, entrenched in the southeastern border region, are skilled in Gu and poison arts, and act in a mysterious and largely unknown manner.

When Lin Xuan saw the introduction to "Wilderness Vein", his heart stirred.

The Xia family should belong to the Yu lineage.

And the mysterious old man from the An family before.

I'm afraid it's not...

Belongs to the Wilderness Vein?

Gu magic!

He recalled the map; Jiangzhou was located right at the border between the two sides.

It seems that's the case.

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More than an hour later, it slowly got dark outside.

The archive had no windows, so Lin Xuan was completely unaware of the passage of time.

He was only brought back to his senses when his phone suddenly rang, its jarring sound particularly loud in the quiet, dark room.

He picked up his phone and saw that it was Zhao Xueli calling.

Lin Xuan then realized that he hadn't informed them yet.

He answered with a smile, his voice tinged with apology:

"Sister Zhao!"

"Xiaolin, are you coming home for dinner tonight?"

Her gentle voice came from the other end of the line, soft and gentle, like a spring breeze.

There was a hint of concern in his voice.

"I'm not going home tonight, Sister Zhao."

Lin Xuan paused, considering his words.

"By the way, please tell them that I might not be going back for the next few days."

"Something's happened?!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xueli's voice immediately became tense.

If nothing had happened, how could he not have gone home for several days?

"No, it's really nothing."

Lin Xuan explained with a smile.

"The base offers a more suitable training environment, and I plan to train here for a while."

"Cultivation..."

Zhao Xueli was stunned for a long time upon hearing such a disjointed vocabulary.

Although she had already accepted that Lin Xuan was not an ordinary person.

But every time I hear words like "cultivation" or "true essence," it still feels like listening to a fairy tale.

After a while, she checked it again:

"Are you... really okay?"

"real!"

Lin Xuan said.

"I'll call you whenever I have time, is that okay? Once a day, no, three times a day, once in the morning, once at noon, and once in the evening."

"Okay, then you go ahead with your work, I'll explain things to them."

Zhao Xueli's voice then returned to calm.

"Thank you so much, Sister Zhao!"

Lin Xuan's voice softened.

Just as Lin Xuan was about to put down his phone, he suddenly remembered what had happened that afternoon.

He hesitated for a moment, then took out his phone.

I entered a number from memory.

He stared at the string of numbers on the screen for several seconds.

He gritted his teeth and pressed the dial button anyway.

The call was dialed, and all that came through the receiver was a "beep...beep..." waiting tone.

One sound, two sounds.

hum…

Suddenly, a cell phone vibrated from outside the door.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet corridor of the archive.

Lin Xuan was taken aback.

His first reaction was that he must have misheard.

However, several vibrations came from outside the door.

The rhythm was exactly the same as the waiting tone after a phone call is connected.

anyone? !

Lin Xuan was startled.

He quickly hung up the phone, and the vibration stopped.

It's no coincidence!

The owner of the phone is right outside!

Lin Xuan felt his heart begin to race.

He subconsciously circulated his internal energy, and the flying sword in his dantian trembled slightly, ready to be unleashed.

He put down the file in his hand, got up, and slowly walked to the door.

The footsteps were very light.

His hand gripped the doorknob.

After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly flung open the door.

The dim light in the corridor outside the door illuminated a tall, slender figure.

Her long, wine-red hair gleamed with a dark red sheen under the light, and her black bodysuit accentuated her breathtaking curves.

That delicate and charming face carried a languid smile, and her red lips were as vibrant as fire.

A burst of rose fragrance, an aroma that stirs the soul.

Lin Xuan's heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough it was her!