443 The Wrath of the Intellectual (1/2)

After their group of people entered the Kunlun Mountain library, Zhou Mumu once again emphasized several requirements before they spread out to look for potentially useful books.

Kunlun Sect was the oldest ancient sect in the Nine Regions. The so-called ancient sect was sect based on their ancient methods, as well as demeanor. More than ten years ago, the immortal gatherings of Spirit Sword Sect showed their flourishing and elegance as an ancient sect. However, compared to Kunlun Sect, the difference was still too far. This independent-of-the-world mountain of immortals seemed unchanging since time immemorial—regardless of how much time had flown outside, it remained unchanged.

All of the ancient sects paid attention to chance. So, what was chance? This was something that was hard to say. In this specific situation, it would be as follow: In the library of Kunlun Mountain, the collection of books was not scientifically sorted out. It was not based on the year the book was published, nor on the basis of an event or task, but just randomly scattered everywhere. Thus, the five people had to spread out, in this nobody knows how much layers, including how many bookshelves of huge library, stroll at will, and then… whatever book that they picked would be their chance.

If they were normal people, they would certainly question this unreliable way. However, the several lead disciples tacitly agreed to this method. As the lead disciples of the Five Uniques, they possessed luck that was far beyond the reach of ordinary people. Thus, they mostly believed in the concept of chance.

Except for one person.

”This… is so unbelievably ridiculous!”

Zhan Ziye stared with eyes wide, looking somewhat in disbelief but mostly angry. He said, ”Is this how you sort out the book in Kunlun Mountain library? Everything is based on chance? It's simply a joke! Do you know how wasteful it can be to have such a haphazard library? Do you know the historical significance of the information in the Kunlun Mountain towards the whole Nine Regions? This kind of waste is like wasting natural resources recklessly! Don't you guys fear that the calamity lightning would strike you down?”

Being the target of this accusation, Zhou Mumu somewhat stared dumbfoundedly for half a day, unable to say a single word.

Zhan Ziye was in an uncontrollable rage. He pointed at the back of the white jade library and said, ”Your Kunlun Sect have always considered yourself as an ancient sect, so sticking to the old way in some parts is fine, like not accepting artificial spirit root, or a one-on-one Master-disciple educational mode... But in terms of knowledge, you are not allowed to stick to the old ways! Your Kunlun Sect has monopolized too many knowledge, if you sell it at a high price, I can accept that. But not only you guys don't attach value to it just because it's your own, you also waste natural resources recklessly. This is a crime against the entire immortal cultivation world of Nine Regions!”

Being sprayed a stream of abuse, Zhou Mumu lost the key opportunity. However, as a Daoist Master of Jindan Stage, her immortal heart cultivation was exceptionally strong. Soon, she regained her bearing and launched a sharp counterattack.

The girl tilted her head to the side and sneered, ”Idiot.”

”You!” Zhan Ziye almost went mad. Half of his body was flashing with rays of lightning, however, his ten thousand motionless immortal heart managed to suppress his anger.

This was not Ten Thousand Arts Sect, but Kunlun Sect. If he fought with Zhou Mumu here, it would only end badly for him...

”After this is over, do you, surnamed Zhou, dare to have a one on one duel at the foot of the mountain?”

Zhou Mumu was not polite either. ”Since you are so bent on dying, then why wouldn't I?”

After setting the duel, the two turned around and went on different directions from each other.

Although logically, this chance thing seemed absurd, but even Zhan Ziye faintly felt that there was something that called him deep in the library… Perhaps it was his own chance, but perhaps this was the magical effect of the ancient library of Kunlun and the place of origin.

Of course, even so, Zhan Ziye still thought that this kind of library management should be punished by the heaven.

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”The 4432nd row of the 233rd line of bookshelves on the second floor...”

Wang Lu walked along the stairs on the edge of a large hall for a long time. The long stair seemed to never end.

On the second floor, Wang Lu was startled again. Then, an intense feeling of sympathy towards Zhan Ziye surged in his heart: This group of idiots of Kunlun really needed to suffer the wrath of heaven.

The boundless bookshelves… were actually not numbered! Did he need to count that so-called 4432nd row of the 233rd line one by one?

Of course, as a Daoist Master of Jindan Stage, his primordial spirit was powerful enough to scan ten million units in an instant, thus thousands of shelves was not a big deal, but it still made people feel that… the group of antiques in Kunlun deserved to be kicked in the ass.

Before long, Wang Lu finally counted that 4432nd row of the 233rd line, and in front of a quaint bookshelf, there was indeed a palpitating fluctuation.

When he picked out a book, its title alone shocked Wang Lu: ”Zhong Zheng diary.”

Could… could it be that this was The Spirit Lord Zhong Zheng1 who, during the rise of Great Ancestor Desheng2, once ruled the Nine Regions but because of the negative direction in the great war of immortals and demons, suffered a plunge in reputation and then eventually replaced by Great Ancestor Desheng?

In those years, Spirit Lord Zhong Zheng was the number one person in the entire immortal cultivation world of Nine Regions. Were it not for Great Ancestor Desheng living in the same time period, and if there were no great war of immortal and demon, he would've been able to accomplish something brilliant. Unfortunately, the first great war of immortals and demons swept away his lifetime's foundation, and his position as the number one person in Nine Regions was taken over by Great Ancestor Desheng. In his later years, he kept himself in a corner, ending his legendary life lonely and depressed. He died in a seated posture with the cultivation base of Mahayana Stage. Although previously many people deemed him to have the qualification to soar into immortality, that was the end of this once great Spirit Lord.

In the legend, before dying, Spirit Lord Zhong Zheng left behind his diary, which recorded many behind-the-scenes stories. It was just that, the genuine diary had already been lost for a long time, and what spread today was the literature creation produced by the later generation. However, this was the place of origin of Kunlun Sect, so they couldn't possibly keep the fake book couldn't they?

Moreover… Spirit Lord Zhong Zheng came from Kunlun Sect, so it was reasonable if they had his relics. Thus, with strong curiosity, Wang Lu opened the diary.

This diary was just that, a diary. Holding this thousands-of-years' ancient text, Wang Lu didn't feel any trace left by Spirit Lord Zhong Zheng. Perhaps in his later years, he didn't plan to leave too many traces. Or perhaps this was just a copy, and the real one has already been in someone else's collection… However, for Wang Lu, the content of the diary was the most important.