Having studied for a hundred years, why do you call me the Martial Saint?

"My two senior brothers, I have some things to take care of and would like to go for a stroll in the city."

Gu Shuxian said casually.

As the sun began to set, the hustle and bustle of the streets gradually gave way to weariness.

Qian Le paused as he tidied up his stall, surprised. "What is it? It's getting late. We need to leave in at most half an hour; it won't be safe any later."

"I want to find some books," Gu Shuxian said honestly.

His love of reading was no secret; his roommates all knew it.

Qian Le shook his head helplessly: "Junior Brother Gu, you really are a bookworm... Should I give you some money to buy books?"

"No need," Gu Shuxian declined his offer.

One was a business matter, and the other was a personal matter. After all, Qian Le had spent five taels on books, which was almost emptying his savings. It would be a bit unfair to ask for more money.

Besides, we don't even know how much this sequel will cost.

I'll go and find out for myself first.

"Alright, don't linger too long. Once you're done searching, head straight to the city gate. Junior Brother Deng and I will be waiting for you there." Qian Le nodded.

Gu Shuxian agreed and was about to turn and leave when Qian Le called him back.

"Wait, did you bring that book?"

Gu Shuxian was briefly speechless, but immediately realized that the other party was referring to the Hundred Herbs Record.

"I brought it with me."

"Are you sure you've brought it?"

"I carry it with me at all times."

"That's five..." Qian Le opened his mouth, then suddenly realized that he was in a busy city with many people and noise, so he swallowed the rest of his sentence and just used five fingers to show his face.

Gu Shuxian smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, senior brother, as long as I'm here, the book will be here too."

Qian Le nodded in satisfaction, then quickly shook his head.

"Pah, who cares who's here? If you really encounter a bad guy, just give him the stuff. Your life is more important."

These menial disciples, although they were at the Flesh Refining Realm, had never experienced actual combat and had not learned any martial arts techniques. When they encountered desperate criminals who were licking blood off the edge of a knife, they were still thinking about how to escape.

Gu Shuxian smiled, cupped his hands in greeting, and turned to disappear into the crowd.

……

Gu Shuxian first went to the busiest part of the East Market to look for the book stalls.

Just as Qian Le had said, the bookstalls here sold only crudely handwritten books, including Buddhist scriptures, erotic picture books, martial arts novels, and other strange and unusual things.

It's worth mentioning that Gu Shuxian found a handwritten copy of "The Legend of the Swordsman" here. The handwriting was messy, pages were missing, words were missing, and there were obvious mistakes in copying, which made people frown.

In addition, they also found...

"You mean this book, *The Halberd Recognizes the Prostitute*, is a sequel to *The Legend of the Halberd Slayer*?"

Gu Shuxian frowned and questioned the book stall owner.

The contents of the book made him dizzy!

The writing is crude, the plot is awkward, and even the martial arts style of the Divine Halberd Hero is written in a completely nonsensical way.

That's fine.

The Divine Halberd Hero is portrayed as an arrogant, domineering, and fickle villain! They even made up a story about the Divine Halberd Hero turning against his adoptive father for the sake of the four beauties of the world!

That's utter nonsense!

A fictionalized account is not a fabrication, and an adaptation is not a random rewrite!

"Hehe, if you're not satisfied with this sequel, I have other sequels here: 'The Heroine Who Shoots the Halberd,' 'The Glorious History of the Divine Halberd,' 'The Divine Spear Master Fights the Three Heroes of the Southern Desert'..."

Gu Shuxian shook his head and left. Looking again, he was afraid he would smash the book stall!

He then asked several other stall owners, but they either shook their heads blankly and asked what sequel it was, or they gave him all sorts of strange fan works.

Could it be that "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" actually has no sequel?

Did Huang Ziyi remember it wrong?

Undeterred, Gu Shuxian, relying on his memory, found the Sanmei Bookstore again.

"Our shop mainly sells classics, historical texts, philosophical works, and collections of literature; we haven't stocked these kinds of folk tales."

In response to Gu Shuxian's return inquiry, the middle-aged shopkeeper replied in a calm and unhurried tone.

Just as I saw this morning, they don't sell casual books here...

What a wasted trip!

It's a pity that there shouldn't be a sequel to "The Legend of the Archer Hero"...

Gu Shuxian sighed softly and prepared to take his leave.

"However, I have heard a little about the sequel to this book," the shopkeeper suddenly said.

The shopkeeper's change of tone rekindled Gu Shuxian's hope, and he hurriedly asked:

"Could you please tell me?"

The shopkeeper didn't speak immediately, but looked into the distance, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

He remained silent for a long while before slowly speaking.

"There was once a high-ranking official who was extremely fond of this book, 'The Legend of the Swordsman,' reading it day and night without ever putting it down. Naturally, there was a sequel to the book, but after reading it, the official was furious, considering it a poor imitation that disgraced the original. In a fit of rage, he ordered all the sequels on the market to be collected and burned..."

"Burning them will never completely destroy them; there will always be some that slip through the net. But finding the sequel on the market these days is going to be difficult."

Gu Shuxian was utterly speechless.

Who is this person?!

How can there still be such extreme, brainless fans?

I haven't watched it yet!

"Who is that important person?" Gu Shuxian asked, somewhat indignantly.

The shopkeeper shook his head, unsure whether he didn't know, or it was difficult to say, or perhaps he couldn't say.

"If you really want to find this book, I'm afraid only the Wenshan Shuhai Pavilion has the ability to keep it."

Wenshan Shuhai Pavilion!

Gu Shuxian remembered that Huang Ziyi had also mentioned this.

"May I ask where I can find the Wenshan Shuhai Pavilion, sir?"

"Wenshan Shuhaige is not an ordinary bookstore, but a traveling merchant guild that sends caravans to various prefectures and counties all year round. Wherever they go, they temporarily set up a book market, which lasts for three or four days or half a month or a month. Once they sell out, they leave. It is difficult for ordinary people to know where they will open a market next."

"Wancheng and the others have come here a few times, but the books they bring with them are not fixed each time. If you want to find them and happen to run into them with the sequel, you'll probably have to rely on luck."

Gu Shuxian remained silent for a moment, then let out a long breath.

Having hope is better than having no hope at all.

Besides, he doesn't have any money right now. If Wenshan Shuhaige really comes with a sequel, he can only watch helplessly.

Let's put aside the sequel for now and focus on making money.

"Thank you for clearing up my doubts, shopkeeper."

Gu Shuxian bowed and thanked the shopkeeper, who nodded and buried himself in the account book again.

As I stepped out of the Sanmei Bookstore, the setting sun cast a golden-red hue on the bluestone slabs of the alley.

It's getting late, so we should hurry to the city gate to meet up with Qian Le and the others.

Having found his way, Gu Shuxian quickened his pace, crossed two main streets, and turned into a secluded alley.

The alley was quiet, with only the echo of my hurried footsteps.

"stop!"

Suddenly, a burly man emerged from behind a low wall ahead, brandishing a gleaming knife that blocked their path.

Gu Shuxian suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Tapping.

At the same time, footsteps could be heard behind us.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone emerge from the alleyway behind me.

He was thin and tall, and he was also holding a knife.

They're attacking from both sides; their intentions are hostile!

Gu Shuxian secretly channeled his inner strength into the Tiger Prison Technique, but outwardly revealed a fear befitting a twelve-year-old boy:

"My two heroes, what... what are you doing?"

"Hand over the stuff!"

The tall, thin man spoke coldly.

What thing?

"Why waste words with him? Just chop him in half and search the body!"

The burly man in front grinned maliciously, his eyes looking at a dead man.

The burly man drew his sword and took a step forward.

The cold blade, carrying a strong wind, slashed straight down!

boom!

A hand suddenly grabbed the big man's wrist, and the cleaver hung in the air.

No matter how hard he tried, the tip of the knife could not go any further.

The burly man was utterly shocked.

Gu Shuxian slowly raised his head.

Only the great man could see it clearly.

That seemingly timid boy had a fierce tiger hidden in his eyes.