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

"What's most unacceptable is that our sect's library is far too remote! How can this be allowed? It must be renovated, absolutely!"

Gu Shuxian said indignantly.

Old Feng looked up from the booklet in his hand and asked in surprise:

"Why are you meddling in so many things, you mere handyman disciple?"

"Elder Feng, you are mistaken!" Gu Shuxian straightened his expression. "As the saying goes, though lowly in rank, one should not forget the concerns of the sect. The rise and fall of the sect is the responsibility of its disciples!"

Gu Shuxian spoke with a righteous and awe-inspiring air.

But Elder Feng just gave him a strange look and made no comment.

Gu Shuxian sighed inwardly.

He has no reason to worry about the rise and fall of any sect.

What he was concerned about was how to legally and legitimately convert House No. 9 into a library!

He spent all day chatting and rambling with this old man, not only to vent his frustrations but also to hear the old man talk about the inner sect.

Huang Ziyi came from the inner sect, and this old man might also have come from the inner sect.

This was very helpful for him to understand the power structure of the sect.

But unfortunately, the old man was a man of few words, and his responses were always lukewarm.

Gu Shuxian didn't dare to transform into an insect to investigate the inner sect. There were definitely many experts in the inner sect, and he was afraid that someone might be practicing some strange thing like using chopsticks to catch flies.

"I can't be impatient," Gu Shuxian sighed inwardly.

I wonder when that room in the servants' quarters will be transformed into the library I want.

By the way, speaking of House No. 9, two new people moved in at the end of last month, so there are eleven people in the house now.

Why are there eleven people?

A month ago, Meng Ping announced that he had undergone bone forging, and the day before yesterday, he announced that he had entered the realm of inner energy. At that time, not only did Steward Guo run over to greet him with a big laugh, but even Steward Sun, who did not care about these matters, was alarmed.

Interest within one month!

To the menial disciples, this was simply genius!

Meng Ping was rightfully promoted to outer disciple and moved to the outer disciple residence yesterday.

Gu Shuxian felt that something was wrong.

Based on various details, such as Zhao Kui temporarily avoiding confrontation, Meng Ping always going it alone, and Qian Le inexplicably feeling that he was very capable, etc., we can see that...

Gu Shuxian always felt that Meng Ping had already forged his bones, but he never said it.

Then, when the time is right, use the astonishing speed of interest rates within a month to attract attention, thereby gaining better attention and treatment.

The difference between two years of internal energy and one month of internal energy is huge. The former means it is almost impossible to become a master of the Meridian Opening Realm, while the latter means it is almost certain to become a master of the Meridian Opening Realm. Becoming a master of the Meridian Opening Realm is already considered a minor expert, let alone someone so young who has the opportunity to step into the later realms.

The sect will definitely give it some attention.

But how did Meng Ping learn this martial arts knowledge? Who told him?

Gu Shuxian had various guesses, but they were just guesses.

After all, he couldn't tell whether Meng Ping had undergone bone forging before.

"It's really hard to tell the difference above the Body Refining Realm. As long as you don't fight, no one can tell what the other person's strength is."

Gu Shuxian rambled on casually.

"What's so difficult about that?"

Feng Lao suddenly spoke.

Gu Shuxian was taken aback.

"Different realms will ultimately manifest differently in their outward appearances," Elder Feng said casually, putting down his book and closing his eyes.

"The Flesh Refining Realm goes without saying; the Bone Forging Realm increases bone density, making one's center of gravity lower than others when standing; the Inner Breath Realm makes breathing longer, slower, and more sustained..."

"Aside from these, it's also easy to tell what kind of internal energy they use. For example, those from the Xuan Yin lineage walk lightly and land quietly; those from the Gui Yuan lineage are steady and heavy, taking one step at a time; and those from the Vajra lineage have sharp eyes and clear voices..."

Gu Shuxian was shocked. What did this old man mean?

"Of course, these are just the superficial summaries of our predecessors. There are countless different martial arts techniques in the world, so there is no such thing as a foolproof method. I'm just listening to other people's nonsense. My old eyes are failing, and I've never actually tried it. I don't know if it's right or wrong. Just listen to it and forget about it."

Old Feng said lazily and unhurriedly.

Did you hear it from someone else? I don't know if it's true.

Gu Shuxian's face remained tense, but his heart was filled with doubt.

Am I just overthinking things?

In the past month and a half, he had been in and out of the library countless times. Feng Lao did nothing but read and doze off, living a very leisurely life. If he had seen through him earlier, he would have had him arrested long ago.

There's no reason to let someone come and go as they please. If any sect discovers a lowly servant disciple who possesses top-tier internal skills from another sect and is extremely well-hidden, their first reaction would definitely not be to let him read books.

Don't scare yourself unnecessarily.

However, despite saying that, Gu Shuxian dared not continue the topic.

"Elder Feng, I've always had a question," Gu Shuxian decided to change the subject, his gaze falling on the booklet in the old man's hands, "You look at these sword techniques every day, what kind of peerless sword technique is this?"

"This?" Old Feng waved the booklet in his hand, then suddenly said very seriously, "This is extraordinary."

"What's wrong with it?"

"Very common."

"...Common is amazing?" Gu Shuxian was a little speechless.

"Incredible." Elder Feng nodded firmly. "To be able to write a sword technique in a way that most people can understand at a glance is a remarkable skill."

Gu Shuxian was taken aback, finding the old man rather interesting.

I chatted with Feng Lao for a while longer.

Gu Shuxian bid farewell and left the library.

……

It was still early in the servants' quarters.

Gu Shuxian finished copying the last few pages of the Hundred Herbs Record.

A month and a half was enough time for him to accomplish many things. For example, he found the "Star Chart" in the Sanmei Study. Unfortunately, he couldn't find another book, "The Record of Frosty Flowers on the Autumn Board." Gu Shuxian wasn't in a hurry, since he didn't have many books in his collection, so finding it wouldn't be of much use.

For example, he finally managed to piece together the torn copy of "The Record of Herbs" from his hands, albeit intermittently.

That night.

[You have restored the "Record of a Hundred Herbs," saving this historically significant book from being lost. You have been awarded the reward of "One Year of Repair"!]

Gu Shuxian suddenly opened his eyes.

What?!

Repairs every year?

If he deliberately had people tear up the strange book and then repaired it, wouldn't he make a fortune?!

Or is it that the person guarding the pavilion cannot do such a thing as stealing from their own position?

Gu Shuxian was shocked and couldn't understand it.

But putting all that aside for now, after a year of repairs, he now has a crazy idea!

The next day, when house number nine was empty and no one would be returning anytime soon.

Gu Shuxian transformed into a sparrow and arrived at the rooftop of a wealthy man's mansion in Wancheng. He saw the furnishings in the study clearly, then sneaked in. With a flap of his wings, the books on the bookshelf turned into feathers.

"Let me borrow it for now! Return it when you're done!" he said shamelessly.

On this day, more than a dozen wealthy households in Wancheng were robbed.

No gold or silver was lost, and no property was damaged; only the books on the bookshelves were mostly empty.

Inside room number nine, Gu Shuxian revealed his human form. With a jolt, over a thousand books detached from his feather disguise and piled up all over the room.

Gu Shuxian's eyes were bloodshot as he pulled out a chess manual and a star chart, looking like a gambling addict.

"With the blessing of thousands of books and over a year of dedicated effort, I refuse to believe I can't decipher this little star chart!"