Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Song Yuze, be careful with your words!"

Song Jinghong shouted, "The [Starry Array] covers everything. Do you really think that the real person can't hear what you say in the array?"

"So what if he heard it!"

Song Yu's face was gloomy. "The branch is just a distant bloodline, so it is not favored by the ancestor, but after all, it is still the Song family! Back then, the ancestor was willing to do his best to help the outsider, White Ape Master, to form a pill. Why can't he give the branch a few more chances?"

"It's fine for the direct lineage, but now even outsiders can step on the branch lineage."

"What is this person doing here?"

The "this person" Song Yu was referring to was undoubtedly Jing Yu.

Song Jinghong would never tolerate Song Yuze offending such a distinguished guest. Upon hearing this, he stood between the two of them and frowned, saying:

"I received the order from the ancestor to take Brother Ye to the library for a look."

"How many floors can we enter?" Song Yu asked.

Song Jinghong paused before saying, "Below the third floor, there's no obstruction!"

"Okay."

Song Yu's face turned pale. "My branch cultivators can only reach the second level. The third level is the exclusive domain of you two direct descendants. As for the levels above the third level, only the two Jindan Zhenren in my family can reach it."

"This man hasn't even married yet, hasn't done anything yet, yet he's already being treated like a direct descendant of an aristocratic family, a Golden Core Seed. I see he's in the late Foundation Establishment stage, so I'd like to ask, does his family need to provide him with some Golden Core spiritual resources when he reaches the Golden Core stage?"

"A relative of many years, the bloodline of the Song family, is now inferior to an outsider..."

Song Jinghong said anxiously: "Song Yuze, shut your dog mouth!"

Song Yu took off the pair of small hammers from his waist, held them in his hands, and pointed them at Jing Yu:

"Mr. Ye, we are both in the late stage of foundation building. Neither of us can take advantage of the other in terms of cultivation. Do you dare to fight me? If I lose, I will take the blame without hesitation and avoid you from now on. If I win, get out of here right away. The library is not a place for you!"

"This..." Jing Yu looked helpless, feeling that he was the one who got caught in the crossfire.

"Song Yuze is, after all, the most talented person in the Song family, second only to Song Jinghong and Song Qingya, two Jindan seeds. He must be highly valued by Master Song. I also want to see the Song family's secret method of forming a golden core, and it would be best if I could get a few more golden core spiritual objects. If I injure or cripple him, it would be unbearable in every way."

Jing Yu was also a little embarrassed. His magical powers were all extremely powerful. He was afraid that if he attacked without restraint, Song Yu would be disabled and it would be difficult to explain to Song Jianxu.

"Almost done!"

Song Jinghong's eyes turned red, and she stood between the two of them, suddenly taking off her mask. Her movements were too fast and without any warning. The originally aggressive Song Yu was startled, took three steps back, and sat down on the steps of the library.

Song Qingya's face also turned dark, and he quickly turned his head away. The magic sword in his arms trembled slightly, as if it was about to fly out to slay demons and evil spirits.

"You useless thing, you don't even dare to look at my face?" Song Jinghong slowly put the mask back on, saying sarcastically:

"Brother Ye, upon seeing my true appearance, at least remained calm and spoke in a normal tone. This level of resolve alone is unmatched by you. How dare you challenge me like this?"

"Get out of here!"

Song Yuze stood up with a look of shame and anger, and remained where he was for a while. But he saw Song Jinghong pinching the mask again, as if he was about to take it off. This frightened Song Yuze so much that he fled away.

She turned to look at Jing Yu, with a hint of apology in her eyes: "I'm sorry, Brother Ye, I made you laugh again."

Jing Yu was afraid that she wasn't wearing a mask when she turned around, and her heart almost skipped a beat. When she saw the pale white mask, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and forced a smile:

"It doesn't matter."

"Brother Ye, please go into the cabinet on your own. You may browse the books below the third floor, but you are not allowed to pass them on to others."

Song Jinghong said, "As for the levels above the third floor? There are Golden Core restrictions, so ordinary people can't go up there. Brother Ye is not afraid of accidentally entering there and causing any misunderstandings."

After Jing Yu entered the library, Song Qingya, who was holding the dogtail grass in his mouth, spat it out and stood beside Song Jinghong.

"Auntie, where does this man come from? Is he really the husband that the ancestor has chosen for you?"

"None of your business! Have you done your homework today?" Song Jinghong scolded, "We haven't seen each other for a few years. Without the old master's daily urging, I'm afraid you've become lazy."

Song Qingya shook his head: "No matter how diligent I am, I am only in the middle stage of foundation building now. I will never be able to complete the foundation building in thirty years. My family still depends on my aunt..."

Song Jinghong pursed his lips tightly under the mask and did not respond.

Song Qingya was surprised and asked, "Why? Are you still pointing at this Brother Ye?"

"Let's not even talk about whether he has the talent to make a golden elixir. Even if he is a golden elixir seed, he is still an outsider after becoming a real person. He is nothing more than another Sun Baiyuan."

"Besides, the direct descendants don't like him and treat him as an outsider."

"The branches and outsiders also dislike him, thinking he is the husband of the direct lineage."

"Most female cultivators who marry into aristocratic families, and male cultivators who marry into aristocratic families as their wives, are like this. They are neither human nor ordinary... Well, from this perspective, he looks more like Master White Ape."

Song Jinghong sighed and waved his hand, obviously not wanting to continue discussing this topic: "I want to retreat and hone my skills. Let's disperse."

Looking at Song Jinghong's receding figure, Song Qingya restrained his smile and looked towards the library with complicated eyes, thinking to himself:

"Another White Ape? Not really! At least this determination..."

"It's not easy to be the husband of the eldest daughter of the Song family. To be able to face this face of my aunt every day, how hard must his heart be!"

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Jing Yu entered the library and took a walk around the first floor. He found that they were all paper books, which should be used by Qigong practitioners who had not cultivated their spiritual thoughts. He scanned them roughly with his spiritual thoughts and did not find many secret techniques that he could use. He only got a few slightly unconventional Qigong pill recipes, which was better than nothing.

So without wasting any time, he went straight to the second floor.

The second floor of this library has a completely different structure and layout. The original large bookshelves have been replaced by rows of solid wooden bookcases made of the [Dingshen Wood] that can block out divine sense detection. The bookcases are filled with jade slips, almost all of which are newly engraved. Jing Yu walked over to each bookcase, picked up a jade slip and took a look. Most of them are foundation-building-level skills, secret techniques, and magical powers, and they are not the common goods sold in the market town. They all have some remarkable features.

Just as Jing Yu was about to take a closer look, the [Spiritual Stone Embryo] in his storage bag trembled slightly. He took out the stone embryo and took a closer look. It turned out to be a message left by Zhao Yuanxi for him:

"Uncle, in order to counterbalance the Houtu Sect, the Xiaoyao Alliance will form an alliance with the Xiaolei Temple and the Bishui Sect in a month. At that time, the true descendants of the two major sects will marry into the Yuwen family..."

"Marriage? Who will the Yuwen family send? Yuwen Yundan? Isn't he only in the Qi training stage? Judging from his cultivation alone, he is not worthy of the true foundation building!"

Zhao Yuanxi was silent for a long time before he slowly typed out a line of words:

"The person who will marry into the two factions is..."

"Yuwen Xiaojin!"