He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

He pushed open the door, walked into the courtyard, and then, with a single step, his entire body swept over the courtyard wall silently, like a fallen leaf blown by the wind.

Yun Yi stared at the disappearing figure for a few moments in silence.

Then he looked down at his hands.

In my palm, the crystal was already warm from the sweat.

three days later.

Old Jiang did not return.

Yun Yi didn't pay much attention and just continued reading.

Seven days later, Lao Jiang still hadn't returned.

Yun Yi was a little confused, but continued reading.

Two weeks later, Lao Jiang still hadn't returned.

Yun Yi wondered if they had forgotten about him.

A month later.

Old Jiang is finally back.

The clothes were just a bit tattered.

He looked somewhat travel-worn.

When they arrived, they kept looking around, as if they had done something wrong and were feeling guilty.

The difference was that he had something extra in his hand.

A small cloth bag, about the size of a palm, was dusty and looked like it was made of coarse hemp, with a leather rope tied to its opening.

"Take it."

Old Jiang casually tossed the cloth bag to Yun Yi.

As I tossed it over, I casually made a few comments:

"Those old friends are so unethical. All they asked for were some books, was it really that big of a deal?"

Yun Yi ignored the few complaints and instead opened it out of curiosity.

The next moment, he was completely stunned.

The bag is not empty.

It is another space.

In the hazy void, rows of crystal bookshelves are neatly arranged, stretching from the ground to the horizon with no end in sight.

Each bookshelf was filled with books—not paper scrolls, but jade slips.

Thousands upon thousands of jade slips were arranged according to a certain classification method. Some were as warm and lustrous as mutton fat, some were as green as jade, and a few were as deep as black, with a faint fluorescent glow on their surface.

This is a library.

A library, as large as a palace, was stuffed into a palm-sized cloth bag.

"This bag is called 'Nachuan'."

Old Jiang's voice came from outside, "These are the things I used when I was young, but now that I'm old, I don't need them anymore."

"It's filled with all sorts of things: cultivation techniques, martial arts skills, secret manuals, miscellaneous notes, and all sorts of random stuff."

"I didn't know which ones you liked, so I just packed them all up."

He paused, then added:

"Probably around 103,000 volumes, but I'm not sure of the exact number."

"Mainly because we left in a hurry, we didn't have time to calculate."

More than 103,000 volumes.

Yun Yi tightened his grip on the cloth bag slightly.

It took Yun Wantong two and a half years and countless amounts of money to collect four thousand volumes of books for him.

The old man casually tossed over a cloth bag containing 103,000 scrolls—all of which were martial arts manuals.

You should know that even though my father has collected martial arts-related manuals, he has only read a few dozen volumes.

"Thank you, Master."

Yunyi called out very sincerely this time.

Old Jiang waved his hand:

Don't give me that.

"Here's the book. Read as much as you can, but don't force yourself to understand anything you don't. I won't be responsible if you go astray."

Yun Yi had already buried his head in the cloth bag.

His consciousness probed into the bag and casually grasped the jade slip closest to him.

Information flooded my mind like a stream—"Nine Revolutions to Condensate the Primordial Qi," which uses the dantian as a furnace and true qi as medicine, and through nine revolutions of condensation, can transform the mortal into the spiritual.

Yunyi's eyes brightened slightly.

Although it can't compare to the three martial arts techniques he came with.

But it far surpasses the grandmaster-level cultivation technique that his father had previously acquired at a huge price by many times.

But this kind is the most common type here.

He grabbed another one.

"The Step of the Startled Swan" is a movement-based martial art. When mastered, it allows one to walk on snow without leaving a trace and cross the air without leaving a trace.

Yunyi became more and more excited as he looked at it.

He pulled his consciousness out of the bag, retied the leather drawstring at the top of the bag, and then carefully put the bag close to his body.

Old Jiang looked at him and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

His efforts over the past few days have not been in vain.

"Alright, here's the book. The apprenticeship arrangement is settled."

Old Jiang stretched and said, "I'm sleepy. Can I borrow your bookshelf for a nap?"

Without waiting for Yun Yi's reply, she lay down on the bookshelf and started snoring.

Yun Yi looked at the old man snoring on the bookshelf and remained silent for a moment.

Then he turned to page nineteen of "An Introduction to Meridians" and continued reading.

The candlelight burned quietly.

Two figures, one tall and one short, were busy with their own things in the study, creating a strange harmony.

The next morning, when Yun Wantong pushed open the door, he was startled again.

But this time it wasn't because of Lao Jiang—Lao Jiang left before dawn, silently, like a drop of water evaporating into the air.

The bookshelf was completely empty, not even a trace of someone having lain there.

Yun Wantong was startled because when he came in, his son was emanating an aura from having just mastered a martial art.

The airflow was so faint that it was almost invisible unless the morning light shone in at an angle.

But Yun Wantong saw it.

He stood at the door, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, but in the end, no sound came out.

His son is practicing martial arts.

His three-year-old son is practicing martial arts.

He had some suspicions when his son asked him to search for martial arts manuals, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

Yun Wantong has seen many martial artists in his life.

He traveled all over the country doing business, and had dealings with all sorts of people.

He had seen what those so-called "heroes" were really like—they talked about upholding justice, but when it came to taking money, they were faster than anyone else.

He had also seen truly skilled martial artists; those kinds of people, just by standing there, exuded an aura that made people afraid to approach them.

But none of those people could match the aura emanating from his son just now.

"master?"

The steward behind him called out softly.

Yun Wantong snapped out of his daze, took a deep breath, and then quietly closed the door and stepped out.

"go."

He lowered his voice and said to the steward, "Move all the servants in the young master's courtyard to the outer courtyard. No one is to disturb him without my orders."

"Master, this..."

Do as instructed.

It was rare for Yun Wantong to speak in such a resolute tone.

The manager dared not say another word and turned to make the arrangements.

Yun Wantong stood in the courtyard, looked up at the gray sky, and suddenly smiled.

She laughed softly, as if afraid of disturbing the small figure in the study.

He, Yun Wantong's son, is a reincarnation of the God of Literature from heaven, and now he is learning martial arts.

He has done many businesses in his life, some of which were profitable and some of which resulted in losses.

But without a doubt, having this son was the most profitable deal he ever made.

Time quietly slipped away as Yun Yi diligently cultivated day and night.

Old Jiang would come every three to five days. Each time he came, he wouldn't teach anything; he would just lie on the bookshelf and watch Yun Yi cultivate, occasionally offering a word or two of guidance.

Yun Yi cooperated fully, naturally breaking through the cultivation technique according to those few words.

After all, this is his master, and also his current bodyguard.

We should still give them the respect they deserve.

"When Qi flows through the Hand Taiyin meridian, it should slow down by three-tenths of an inch when passing the Chize acupoint."

"Don't rush to the seventh stage of the Nine Revolutions to Condensate the Origin. First, strengthen the foundation of your Dantian."

"Your footwork is wrong. Landing on your heels is incorrect. You need to use the Yongquan acupoint (located on the sole of the foot) to generate power."

Yunyi always made breakthroughs very naturally.

Sometimes, I even get stuck once or twice on the more difficult parts.

Old Jiang naturally cooperated fully, offering guidance as he went.

He only ever gave pointers to his apprentices who had broken through to the next level in a short time.

The hands behind his back trembled slightly.

At the age of three, Yun Yi cultivated the Nine Revolutions Condensing Yuan Technique to the ninth revolution, thus breaking through to the Celestial Realm.