Published: March 3, 2025
Chapter 598: I am looking for a book called "Rongzhai Six Pens"!
A blizzard raged overhead, with countless snowflakes falling like goose feathers.
In the dim light, shadows formed on the ground, only to quickly disappear.
Looking into the distance, the snow night felt extremely oppressive.
In the darkness, it seemed as if some monstrous beast was lurking.
The biting cold wind blew through, resembling a monster's breath, making one shiver involuntarily.
However, this little bit of cold was nothing to Liu Yu's current physique.
His body seemed like a furnace, continuously emitting astonishing heat, capable of melting snowflakes even three feet away.
Yet, the heat released by his surging vital energy was locked within his body under the concealment technique and powerful control, showing not a hint of anomaly.
"Rustle."
Liu Yu brushed off the snow that had settled on his shoulders, feeling a cool touch, and focused his gaze on the study about a dozen meters away.
The study was not large, covering an area only the size of two basketball courts, with an overall style that was ancient and elegant, looking extremely low-key and reserved.
At first glance, there were even some signs of decay around the edges, giving the impression that it had been around for a while.
But although old, it was kept very tidy in its details, showing that its owner must often maintain it.
At the entrance of the study, cultivators occasionally came and went, forming small groups to read books and pass the time.
Although there were places like the "Tea House" where one could experience physical pleasure and slightly pass the time, the fleeting joys of the body ultimately couldn't fill the spiritual void.
Once the instinctual needs of the body were released, a greater spiritual emptiness would surge in, like a storm, and it was utterly unstoppable.
At such times, one needed to do something to fill the emptiness within, and reading books was obviously a good choice.
As the only study in Changnan City, Ji Ren Study had always been one of the gathering places for cultivators, even with night having fallen.
However, to prevent cultivators from spreading "rebellious thoughts," all the books in the study had been screened by the demonic race and were only allowed to be placed in the front.
There were no "dangerous" contents inside, such as various magical techniques and cultivation experiences, mostly books about alchemical pill refining and weapon refining, which could not directly increase strength.
But a cultivator with a specialized skill would always be valued wherever they went.
If one could become a formal "alchemist" or "refiner," even if they were still a captive, they would still receive some preferential treatment from the demonic race, granting them some limited privileges.
For example, better accommodation, easier jobs, and even "freedom."
As long as they were useful to the demonic race, even as slaves without bargaining power, they could still live relatively comfortably, becoming an upper-tier among slaves.
Becoming an alchemist or refiner through self-study and then enjoying superior treatment had become a target pursued by many brainwashed cultivators under the propaganda of the demonic race.
So the study had always been a good place to go.
Amidst the blizzard of the dark night, the study emanated a warm-colored glow, and Liu Yu gazed at the ancient and elegant building, a thought flashing through his mind about "Ji Ren Study."
He then shook his head slightly and strode toward the entrance.
"Poof."
"Poof."
With each step Liu Yu took, he left deep footprints that extended all the way to the entrance of the study.
In fact, after hundreds of thousands of years, he held doubts about whether the contact point still existed.
After all, within such a long period of time, too many events could have occurred.
Although the time since the fall of the Annan Protectorate wasn't very long, a significant amount of time had passed since the collapse of the Great Tang, who knew if they still retained those contact points?