The male protagonist of the book is poisonous

Chu Feng's sudden appearance left me completely bewildered. I felt as if my heart were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, its beating accelerating like a rabbit trapped in a small cage, fluttering in fear at the sudden shock. Chu Feng's deep, piercing gaze, as if it were a physical object, stared at me, like two blazing rays of light, carrying a penetrating power that sought to penetrate my soul and see through my most secret thoughts. I subconsciously shrank back, my body trembling slightly, and then I took a deep breath as if trying to find a ray of light in the darkness, as if to cheer myself up, trying to suppress the panic in my heart, calm myself, and then stammered: "Senior Brother Chu Feng, the headmaster asked me to come here to copy scriptures to reflect on my mistakes." My voice was very soft, but it was clearly audible in this quiet and isolated library, but the slight trembling still revealed my inner tension truthfully, like an imperceptible ripple on the surface of a calm lake.

Chu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, the subtle movement causing a subtle ripple in his stern expression, like a gentle breeze rippling the surface of a calm lake. Clearly, he was somewhat surprised by my answer. In his impression, Su Xiao had always been a willful, unrepentant individual. He had always used his status to bully others within the sect, neglecting study and cultivation, and spending his days flaunting his attire and status like a proud peacock. He had never seen such humility before, and this sparked a sense of curiosity about this somewhat unfamiliar "Su Xiao." He took a few slow steps closer, each one steady and powerful. The floor beneath his feet made no sound, only the gentle rustle of his clothes, like the gentle breeze brushing through leaves. I could smell the faint scent of ink on him, mixed with a cool, clear air. Just like him, he exuded a unique aura of indifference, yet a profound allure, like a distant, bright star in the night sky. Chu Feng picked up the scripture in front of me and took a look. His slender, bony fingers gently turned the yellowed pages, his movements gentle and cautious, as if he were handling an inestimably precious treasure. As he flipped through the pages, he said, "This scripture is difficult to understand. Are you sure you can transcribe it?" There was a hint of doubt in his voice. His eyes moved from the scripture to my face, like a searchlight, as if waiting for my answer, trying to find more information from my expression.

My heart tightened. I truly didn't know much about this scripture. I only knew it was one of the sect's more profound texts. The original owner, Su Xiao, had previously disdained to study it, focused solely on pursuits that would bring her attention, so I knew virtually nothing about its contents. But I didn't want to appear timid in front of Chu Feng. After all, I was striving to change the original owner's image in everyone's minds, and I knew this was a crucial opportunity. I mustered my courage, a determined glimmer in my eyes, like a tiny flame in the darkness, faint yet full of hope. I said, "Brother, I know I neglected my studies before, but I'm determined to change. No matter how difficult it is, I will try." Chu Feng looked at me, a subtle hint of admiration in his eyes. He noticed that Su Xiao's demeanor today wasn't just modest, but also a tenacity in her eyes he had never seen before. Like a tiny grass struggling to grow in a crack in a rock, weak yet full of life.

However, once I began transcribing, I discovered the difficulty of this scripture far exceeded my expectations. The text was not only ancient, but many of it contained rare characters unique to the sect. The strokes were intricate and peculiar, like ancient mystical symbols or runes concealing some powerful power. Each character was like a small maze, filled with unknowns and challenges. I frowned, my eyes fixed on the scripture, trying to decipher each word, my gaze filled with concentration and confusion. My hand holding the brush trembled slightly. The brush seemed to have a mind of its own, swaying disobediently in my grasp like a naughty child resisting adult control. I carefully placed my strokes on the rice paper, but they were crooked and twisted, like crawling earthworms, standing in stark contrast to the otherwise neat and beautiful handwriting on the scripture, a stark contrast. Chu Feng watched silently from the side, silent, but I could feel his gaze, like an invisible pressure, weighing heavily on me. There was scrutiny in his eyes, but also a hint of expectation, which made me even more nervous. I felt like a clown performing on stage, and Chu Feng was the most severe judge in the audience.

After a while, Chu Feng couldn't help but speak, "If you keep copying like this, you probably won't finish a single page by nightfall." There was no sarcasm in his voice, just an objective statement. But my face flushed red nonetheless. My efforts felt like a joke in front of Chu Feng, my pride taking a small dent. I bit my lip, leaving a faint tooth mark, unsure how to respond. Chu Feng sighed, as if he saw my embarrassment and my effort. He approached me, and with every step, I could feel the air around us grow more tense, like the oppressive atmosphere before a storm. Chu Feng reached out and grasped my pen-holding hand. His hand was cool, yet strong. My heartbeat quickened instantly, and I could clearly feel Chu Feng's warmth and the strength of his grip. In that instant, my mind went blank. I felt as if my hand was engulfed in flames, or as if a clear spring flowed through it. Chu Feng's voice echoed in my ears, deep and magnetic. It had a magical power, like a spring breeze blowing across a frozen lake, slightly easing my nervousness. He patiently explained how to write each character, meticulously detailing every detail, from the order of strokes to the pressure applied. His voice was steady and slow, like he was recounting an ancient and mysterious tale. I tried to focus, but my mind was a tangled mess. My mind wandered to Chu Feng's face, that stern yet handsome face so close at hand, and then to the complex text in the scriptures. These two thoughts constantly intertwined and collided in my mind, like two mischievous elves playing and fighting in my head.

Just then, a sudden commotion erupted from outside the library. The noise shattered the library's tranquility, like a giant stone suddenly dropped into a calm lake, sending ripples surging across it. Chu Feng frowned and let go of my hand. In that instant, I felt a strange sense of loss, as if I had lost something precious. Chu Feng turned and walked toward the door, his steps swift, as if he was eager to discover the source of the noise. His figure was as agile as a cheetah. Curiously, I followed behind, my steps a little hurried, my heart filled with curiosity about the unknown, like a child drawn to mystery.

Arriving at the door, we saw a group of disciples gathered together, like a swarm of bees arguing endlessly. The disciples had different expressions on their faces. Some had flushed faces, obviously very emotional, like burning flames; others frowned, as if thinking about something, with confusion and worry in their eyes. They seemed to be arguing about something, and their voices rose and fell, in a chaotic mess, like a symphony without a conductor. When one of the disciples saw Chu Feng, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he hurried over to salute. The salute was very respectful, like a subject paying homage to the monarch. Then he said respectfully: "Brother Chu Feng, we found that there seems to be a place in the library that is restricted, but we are not sure. Everyone has different opinions, so we started arguing."

After hearing this, Chu Feng's expression turned serious. His brows were tightly furrowed together, like two small hills, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. He knew that setting up a restriction in the library was no small matter. It housed many of the sect's precious classics and secret manuals, and was a treasure trove of the sect's knowledge and power. Any abnormality could mean that something important was hidden, or that there was a dangerous existence, just like a huge whirlpool might be hidden beneath the calm surface of the sea. He walked towards the group of disciples, and I followed. Chu Feng carefully examined the place where the restriction was suspected to be set. He closed his eyes, as if he was feeling the subtle fluctuations of spiritual energy in the air around him. His expression was very focused, and the disciples around him fell silent, staring at him without blinking. The whole scene became silent, with only the sound of slight breathing. After a moment, he opened his eyes, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes, and said, "There is indeed a restriction here, and it is an ancient restriction that I have never seen before."

The disciples all looked worried upon hearing this. They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with unease. Setting up restrictions in the library was no small matter. It could mean something important was hidden, or perhaps a dangerous presence. It was like an unknown bomb buried near them, ready to explode at any moment. Chu Feng pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said with a firm gaze, "Disperse first. Stay away from this place. I'll go consult the elders." His voice was steady and powerful, like a reassurance to the disciples, calming their flustered hearts.

I watched Chu Feng's receding figure, and an inexplicable worry welled up in my heart. I didn't know what secrets were hidden behind this restriction, nor did I know if Chu Feng could successfully solve this problem. I returned to the place where I copied the scriptures, but my mind was no longer on the scriptures. My eyes were fixed on the scriptures, but it was as if I was looking through the scriptures into the unknown in the distance. Chu Feng's figure and that mysterious restriction kept appearing in my mind. I felt like I was caught in a huge vortex, unable to break free. I knew that the emergence of this restriction would inevitably bring some changes to the sect, and I might also be caught up in it. At this point, the development of the story fell into a new suspense.