Jiang Yun’s senses were incredibly sharp; as soon as he exited the valley, he detected the short, stout man secretly peeking at him.
Although he discovered him, the other party reacted quickly, diving back into the valley.
At this moment, Lu Xiaoyu had also entered the valley, and without anyone to guide him, Jiang Yun did not dare to rashly break into the Formation, so after a moment of contemplation, he could only turn and leave.
However, in his heart, he had already memorized the appearance of the short, stout man, and speculated that although the other party was a menial Disciple, it was unlikely that he was the one who framed Lu Xiaoyu, but there should be some connection between the two.
“Forget it, with my current status, I can’t meddle in other people’s affairs.
Fortunately, although the Sect allows fellow Disciples to spar, it strictly forbids mutual killing.
Even if someone truly wants to trouble Lu Xiaoyu, at least her life won’t be in danger!”
For Jiang Yun, who hailed from Mang Mountain, the rules of Wen Dao Sect were like the rules of Mang Mountain—they were absolutely not to be broken or violated by anyone, so he was not overly worried about Lu Xiaoyu’s situation yet.
However, having just left Mang Mountain, he did not know that in this world, rules were dead, but people were alive.
Some people could even completely transcend the rules!
Temporarily setting aside Lu Xiaoyu’s matter, Jiang Yun once again arrived at the Scripture Pavilion and walked directly through the main entrance.
Upon entering the main entrance, Jiang Yun felt as if he had entered another world; his ears were silent, with only the faint rustle of turning pages, and before his eyes was a square stele, on which only a few lines of text were inscribed, introducing the Scripture Pavilion.
The Scripture Pavilion has a total of seven floors.
Except for the first floor, which is open to everyone in the Sect, starting from the second floor, one must at least be an Outer Sect Disciple to enter.
Naturally, the higher the floor, the higher the status required.
Each person is allowed to enter only three times a year; if one wishes to enter more often, they need to exchange contribution points.
Fighting and loud noises are strictly prohibited within the Scripture Pavilion, and all books inside can only be viewed there and must not be taken out at will.
Of course, if one has contribution points, some books can be copied and taken away.
After quickly reading the introduction on the square stele, Jiang Yun stepped over it and officially entered the Scripture Pavilion.
The area of the first floor was vast.
Although there were hundreds of Disciples inside, it did not appear crowded.
Rows of bookshelves were placed around, categorized, and each bookshelf contained varying numbers of books.
Above each bookshelf, a few words indicated the subject matter of the books on that shelf.
A quick glance revealed that this first floor likely contained over ten thousand books.
Although this number made Jiang Yun secretly click his tongue, it was actually quite normal.
After all, there was simply too much knowledge about Cultivating the Dao, and everyone had different insights into every aspect of Cultivating the Dao, hence the vast number and variety of circulating books.
However, these books were not of great value, so every Sect would collect similar collections of books for its Disciples to read and expand their knowledge.
Jiang Yun did not rush to choose a book but first roughly browsed the entire first floor before walking towards the bookshelf he needed and finding a thick book!
The content of this book recorded the types of Cultivating the Dao and general classification standards.
As Jiang Yun continuously flipped through the book, reading the various introductions to Cultivating the Dao, his expression gradually turned grim.
After a full day had passed, Jiang Yun finally gently closed the book, placed it back on the shelf, turned around, and without a word, strode out of the Scripture Pavilion, heading towards Hidden Peak.
All along the way, Jiang Yun remained grim-faced and silent, merely walking at a brisk pace.
He even clearly felt someone tracking him from behind but was too lazy to turn and look, until he arrived at the base of Hidden Peak.
“Stop!”
Just then, a cold voice finally came from behind Jiang Yun.
Although Jiang Yun stopped, he neither turned around nor spoke, simply standing still like a statue, unmoving.
Behind Jiang Yun was a gaunt man with a slightly yellowish complexion.
From the blue Dragon-shaped token hanging from his waist, it was easy to see that he was an Outer Sect Disciple of Hundred Beast Peak, and beside him, a yellow, ten-foot-long tiger was sprawled.
Looking at Jiang Yun’s back, the man couldn’t help but frown, a displeased expression appearing on his yellow face, and he sneered, “A mere menial Disciple dares to put on airs for me.
It seems I’ll have to teach you a lesson!
Go! Bite off one of his arms and make him remember!”
At his command, the yellow tiger suddenly leaped into the air, its mouth wide open, and viciously pounced towards Jiang Yun.
Just as the tiger was about to pounce on Jiang Yun, Jiang Yun suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashing with a fierce glint, and coldly glanced at the tiger.
Although Jiang Yun did not emit his bloody Qi at this moment, this tiger was a rank higher than the Blue Light Wolf, and its senses were naturally much sharper.
Therefore, under Jiang Yun’s gaze, its heart immediately felt a chill, and its body, mid-air, actually forcibly changed direction.
This scene naturally caused the gaunt man to look puzzled, unable to understand why his tiger would react this way.
Yet, this was not all.
Just as the tiger’s massive body barely avoided Jiang Yun, Jiang Yun suddenly extended a finger, and as fast as wind, pointed it at the tiger’s neck.
“Ah!”
“Roar!”
The gaunt man’s enraged roar and the tiger’s pained cry sounded almost simultaneously.
As the tiger’s owner, how could the man not know that Jiang Yun’s seemingly weak finger strike had landed precisely on the tiger’s soft spot.
“Boom!”
The tiger fell heavily to the ground, and the man also rushed forward in a single bound.
Looking at the tiger rolling on the ground, constantly roaring softly, his eyes showed a fierce glint as he said, “You dare to injure my pet beast, I’ll kill you!”
As soon as his words fell, the man suddenly formed a hand seal, and some fine fur slowly appeared on his yellow face, while a powerful aura rose from his gaunt body.
“Cough, cough!”
But just then, a fit of coughing suddenly came from Hidden Peak, and immediately after, Dongfang Bo’s figure appeared before the gaunt man and said, “This Junior Brother from Hundred Beast Peak, it’s been a while since I last saw your Peak Master.
How about I go see him with you now?”
Strangely enough, Dongfang Bo’s words seemed to carry a certain magic.
Not only did the aura that had just risen from the gaunt man’s body recede rapidly like a tide, but a hint of helplessness also appeared on his yellow face.
In just a moment, he returned to his original state, patted his waist, and a golden light shot out, enveloping the tiger on the ground, instantly disappearing.
The man didn’t even look at Dongfang Bo, only speaking to Jiang Yun, who still hadn’t turned around, “Little menial Disciple, remember this, my name is Xu Chengshan.
I will definitely settle the score with you for injuring my pet beast today!
Also, stay away from that Lu Xiaoyu, and from now on, mind her business less!”
After throwing out these words, the gaunt man named Xu Chengshan immediately turned and left.
Jiang Yun hadn’t even glanced at Xu Chengshan from his appearance to his departure.
At this point, he merely cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Dongfang Bo, then ascended Hidden Peak on his own, entered his small courtyard, and closed his door.
Watching Jiang Yun’s departing figure, Dongfang Bo opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately shook his head and remained silent.
He could tell that Jiang Yun was clearly troubled by something, his mind restless.
Back in his room, Jiang Yun, uncharacteristically, did not Cultivate but lay on his bed, closing his eyes as if asleep.
However, his brows remained tightly furrowed, and after a moment, he suddenly opened his mouth and recited, word by word, “Dao gives birth to all things, and all things can Cultivate the Dao; however, the methods of Cultivating the Dao vary greatly depending on the race.”
“The Human Race Cultivates by absorbing Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi;”
“The Yao Race Cultivates by inhaling the essence of the sun and moon!”