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Biyao stood there, stunned, watching the direction he had disappeared in. Her fingers, which were gripping the Hehuan Bell, tightened and loosened repeatedly.

He just... left like that? Without even trying to steal it? Without even glancing at it?

Is it because they think she can't refine it, so it's useless to her? Or... something else?

She pursed her lips, tied the acacia bell around her waist, and then followed them out.

Jiang Xiaochuan walked straight towards the tunnel on the left. Biyao followed behind him, watching his back, wanting to say something, but swallowed it back.

The two walked into the left tunnel, one after the other.

At the end was another stone chamber, much more spacious than the previous one, but completely empty. Only the hard, smooth stone walls were covered with densely packed characters!

The opening features two enormous ancient seal characters, like celestial script!

Biyao's gaze was instantly drawn to it, and her face lit up with extreme surprise. She couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, "A celestial book! This is a celestial book!"

She hurried forward and looked up to examine the writing on the wall. It began: "The creation of heaven and earth refers to the primordial chaos, when ignorance reigned and distinctions were not yet made. The sun and moon contained their brilliance, and heaven and earth were one. Then, a sudden transformation occurred, and the clear and the turbid were distinguished. The reason heaven and earth can endure is that they do not live for themselves; therefore, they can live forever..."

Every word was profound and every sentence was difficult. After reading only a few lines, Biyao felt dizzy and her mind was agitated. Her spiritual energy involuntarily began to flow slightly, giving rise to all sorts of strange sensations.

She quickly composed herself, knowing that this was a supreme and wonderful method that would be difficult to comprehend by rote memorization and required quiet contemplation. However, being in such a dangerous situation, it was clearly not the right time. She forced herself to look away and glance at Jiang Xiaochuan beside her.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood in front of the stone wall, tilting his head back, his gaze slowly sweeping over the words on the wall. His eyes were focused, yet somewhat vacant, as if he was looking at something, yet also as if he wasn't.

His face remained pale, expressionless, with only his slightly pursed lips revealing a hint of solemnity.

He read it very slowly, word by word, as if he wanted to engrave those words into his mind. The first volume of the "Heavenly Book" on the stone wall was indeed extremely profound, faintly connecting the ultimate principles of Buddhism, Taoism and Demonism, explaining the creation of heaven and earth and the origin of all things. Many parts were completely different from what he knew and practiced, yet they also vaguely pointed to the same goal.

The meager spiritual energy within him spontaneously began to circulate along a strange path as his gaze moved. Although it was sluggish, it gave him a sense of sudden enlightenment.

"This is good stuff," he thought, "I have to write it all down."

After writing it down... tell Xueqi about it.

She is exceptionally talented and must have extremely high comprehension. This should be of great benefit to her. I, with my mediocre level of understanding, will find it difficult to comprehend, but if I write it down and bring it back to her, she will surely be able to see more of its intricacies.

At that time... her cultivation will greatly improve, and her position as the number one among the younger generation of Qingyun Sect will be as secure as Mount Tai.

As her... good friend, if I occasionally ask her for advice, bask in her favor, or try to get on her good side, she... probably won't refuse, right?

Thinking of Lu Xueqi's aloof face, and the barely perceptible tenderness in her eyes when she occasionally glanced at him, Jiang Xiaochuan's heart, which had been turbulent due to his comprehension of the Heavenly Book, suddenly calmed down.

His left chest felt cold and lifeless, but he suddenly felt that writing these words gave him a tangible, graspable idea.

He looked at it more and more carefully and attentively, his mind almost completely absorbed, forgetting the time and the person beside him.

Biyao initially followed along, but soon found it difficult to understand and her mind was exhausted. Seeing that Jiang Xiaochuan was engrossed in reading and didn't even respond when she called him twice, the elation she felt for finding the Heavenly Book was gradually replaced by a strange sense of frustration.

Finding the Heavenly Book was a great joy, but this bastard hadn't taken his eyes off the stone wall since he came in, and hadn't even glanced at her once.

He didn't react when he received the Hehuan Bell, and now he still doesn't react when he sees the Heavenly Book. Standing here like this grown man, he feels like he's become a decoration in this stone chamber.

"Hey!" she called out again, raising her voice.

Jiang Xiaochuan seemed not to hear, his gaze still fixed on the stone wall, his fingers unconsciously tracing patterns on his side, imitating some kind of qi circulation trajectory.

Biyao waited, but the pent-up anger in her chest grew stronger. She bit her lip, suddenly turned around, and strode out of the stone chamber. Her footsteps echoed in the empty passage, carrying obvious anger.

Jiang Xiaochuan seemed startled by the footsteps, his eyes darted around, but he quickly refocused on the inscription on the stone wall.

He only vaguely felt that someone was missing from his side, but he didn't have time to think about who was missing or how long they had been missing in his muddled mind.

Biyao angrily returned to the natural cave filled with stalactites. The cave was silent except for the occasional sound of dripping water. The skeleton sitting on the blue stone platform remained silent.

Looking at the skeleton, she recalled how Jiang Xiaochuan had ignored her and was completely absorbed in the celestial book in the stone chamber, which made her even angrier.

A surge of anger welled up within her. She strode to the skull, pointed her slender finger at the stark white bone, and roared:

"It's all your fault, you old geezer! You've been dead for eight hundred years and still can't rest! You set up these insidious traps, causing him..."

She paused, unsure how to describe Jiang Xiaochuan's dazed appearance, her anger flaring even more, "...It poisoned him and ruined his brain! He's ignoring everyone!"

In a fit of rage, she suddenly flicked her sleeve, unleashing a surge of spiritual energy!

"Snap! Snap snap—!"

A sickening cracking sound rang out. The skeleton, which had sat motionless for countless years, shattered into pieces in an instant, its pale bones scattered all over the ground, and its skull rolled away, crashing into the stalactites beside it with a hollow sound.

After venting her anger, Biyao felt a little better. Looking at the broken bones on the ground, she felt a slight pang of regret, wondering why she had been so easily angered today.

She sighed softly, about to turn and leave this place that was bothering her, when her gaze suddenly sharpened!

It turns out that the stone wall that was previously hidden by the skeleton's body was now exposed, and there were actually several lines of writing carved on it!

In stark contrast to the vigorous and ancient style of the "Heavenly Book" in the stone chamber, this calligraphy is delicate and refined, exuding a woman's elegance.

She quickly approached and bent down to examine it closely. Four lines of small characters were engraved on the wall:

The bells choked, the flowers withered.

The figure grew thinner, and the temples turned white.

Deep affection brings suffering, a lifetime of suffering.

Passionate love only leads to the suffering of heartlessness.

The handwriting is elegant, yet it conveys an overwhelming sense of sorrow and desolation, as if a lovelorn woman is softly weeping, a grief frozen in time for hundreds of years.

Biyao paused slightly, then read the four lines of text again, a strange bittersweet feeling welling up in her heart.

Why would these mournful words appear in the "Dripping Blood Cave," a stronghold of the Demonic Sect? Who carved these words? And to whom is she confiding her grievances?

Just as she was pondering, she turned around and was shocked to find a figure standing silently behind her, very close!

"Ah!" Biyao cried out in fright, instinctively taking a step back. Her heart pounded, and when she looked closely, she saw that it was Jiang Xiaochuan, the one who had just made her angry!

When did he arrive? Why was there no sound at all? His face was expressionless, and his eyes were somewhat vacant, as if he hadn't completely detached himself from that immersive state and had simply followed her here subconsciously.

As she stepped back, the delicate golden bell tied to her waist vibrated gently.

"Ding-dong."

A clear and melodious bell rang out, echoing softly in the empty cave, exceptionally distinct, as if carrying some strange, tranquil power.

The sound of the bell reached Jiang Xiaochuan's ears, dispelling the last trace of confusion in his eyes. He blinked, his eyes regaining their clarity, and he realized that he had unknowingly followed Biyao here and had even frightened her.

He touched his nose somewhat awkwardly, his gaze immediately drawn to the scattered skulls on the ground and the newly exposed delicate handwriting on the stone wall.

Biyao, still shaken, saw his gaze fixed on the shattered skull and assumed he intended to disrespect the remains of the Black-Hearted Old Man. Although she herself had just smashed it, she inexplicably felt a protective instinct towards him. She immediately stepped in front of Jiang Xiaochuan, her beautiful face frosty, and said coldly:

"Hmph! Although I have no fondness for that black-hearted old devil, and we may belong to different factions, we are both disciples of the Holy Sect and have sworn solemn oaths before the Holy Mother of the Underworld and the Heavenly Fiend King. If you intend to be disrespectful to their Dharma body again, I will not allow it!"

She spoke with righteous indignation, her back ramrod straight, but a hint of guilt, unnoticed even by herself, flickered deep in her eyes.

Jiang Xiaochuan glanced at her with a strange look in his eyes, as if he found her reaction both amusing and perplexing.

He shook his head and said calmly, "That's not what I meant."

Biyao was taken aback.

As she hesitated, Jiang Xiaochuan walked past her and headed towards the pile of pale, broken bones, which had gleamed with a faint green light due to the passage of time.

Having just been struck by Biyao, all the bones below his chest and abdomen had shattered, with only his skull remaining intact. It stood at the top, its two empty eye sockets facing Jiang Xiaochuan as he approached, appearing somewhat eerie in the dim light.

Jiang Xiaochuan squatted down, not touching the skull, but reaching out and carefully gathering the scattered bones one by one, piling them next to the skull.

He moved slowly and deliberately, his fingers occasionally brushing against the cold, slippery bones, without any particular expression.

He didn't remember clearly, but he vaguely recalled that there seemed to be something pressing down under the skull.

Just as he had finished reassembling the skeleton and was about to get up to take a closer look at the location of the bluestone platform where the skeleton had been sitting, he suddenly caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that, because the skeleton had been moved, the smooth surface of the bluestone platform was now revealing several lines of writing that had been previously covered up, equally delicate but even more hasty and weak!

He couldn't help but let out a soft "Eh."