The male protagonist of the book is poisonous

Chu Feng and I stood quietly in the shabby library, the air around us shrouded in a depressing and mysterious atmosphere. Books littered the floor like the remnants of a catastrophic disaster, lying in disarray. The overturned bookshelves, like giants toppled by a powerful force, lay powerless on the ground. Looking at the devastation before us, we both knew that things had reached a critical juncture. We had to quickly uncover more clues about the restrictions and not allow our sect to fall unprepared into unknown danger.

Chu Feng frowned slightly, his eyes gleaming with an unwavering determination, as if in his world, no difficulty was insurmountable. He spoke firmly, "We can't just sit there and wait for the elders to return. Time is running out, and every moment of delay increases the danger facing the sect. We must first search for clues ourselves. Perhaps we can uncover some crucial information that the elders have overlooked." I nodded in agreement without hesitation. Although I felt a little uncertain, given my limited understanding of this world, I also knew this was the only thing we could do. Even if the chances were slim, we had to give it a try.

So, we began a meticulous search of the library. We meticulously searched through the dust-covered books scattered across the floor, one by one. With each turn, the dust flew wildly through the air like a disturbed spirit, choking my throat and making me cough. But I endured the discomfort and didn't slack off, knowing that every discovery could be the key to saving the sect. Chu Feng, too, meticulously flipped through each book, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's, as if he could penetrate the pages and capture the secrets hidden within, never missing a single potentially useful word.

Suddenly, as I flipped through a tome so ancient it was practically falling apart, I stumbled upon a strange illustration. It felt like a mysterious treasure, forgotten by time, nestled quietly within its pages. It depicted a forbidden pattern, its lines intricate and mysterious, surrounded by strange symbols. Those symbols, like a mysterious language from another world, exuded an ancient and mysterious aura. I was instantly overcome with excitement, my eyes gleaming with excitement. As if I had discovered a new world, I excitedly exclaimed, "Brother Chu Feng, look at this!" Chu Feng, upon hearing my call, quickly set down the book and trotted over. His gaze fell on the illustration, his eyes narrowed slightly, his expression focused as if he were examining an inestimably precious treasure. He examined it closely, seemingly racing thoughts as he went.

After a while, Chu Feng slowly spoke, "This pattern does bear some resemblance to the forbidden pattern, but I've never seen these symbols before. They don't resemble any of the characters or symbols currently used by our sect. They're more like ancient codes, long lost in time. Perhaps they hold a profound secret." I listened, examining the symbols more closely. They were crooked, yet possessed a unique beauty. Each one was a small mystery, a silent challenge. I felt like an adventurer standing at the entrance to a vast maze, these symbols the first checkpoint on my journey into the labyrinth in search of treasure.

After discussing it, we decided to take this scroll to consult Master Mo Yuan, a member of the sect with extensive knowledge of ancient Chinese characters. Master Mo Yuan lived in a quiet corner of the sect, far from the hustle and bustle, surrounded by lush bamboo. The verdant bamboos, like loyal guards, quietly protected this peaceful corner. A gentle breeze rustled the bamboo leaves, a sound like a gentle melody played by nature, as if telling ancient stories and bringing inner peace.

When we found Master Mo Yuan, he was in the courtyard, tending to some herbs. A faint herbal aroma filled the air, and various herbs were neatly arranged on a nearby stone table. Seeing us approach, he looked up, a hint of doubt in his eyes, like a ripple on a calm lake. He asked, "You two little guys, how did you find time to come to me? Aren't you usually busy practicing or handling sect affairs?"

Chu Feng walked forward respectfully, holding the scroll in both hands, and handed it to Uncle Master Mo Yuan. He said in a very respectful tone, "Uncle Master, we found this in the library. It has a pattern similar to a ban and some strange symbols on it. We really can't decipher it, so we'd like to ask for your help. You have a deep understanding of ancient characters, so maybe you can decipher some useful information."

Uncle Mo Yuan took the scroll and his eyes fell on the illustrations. When he saw the strange patterns and symbols, his originally calm expression instantly became serious. His brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes revealed a solemn look. Without saying a word, he turned and walked into the house, just raising his hand slightly, motioning us to follow. We didn't dare to neglect it and hurriedly followed him into a room filled with ancient books and various strange instruments. The room was filled with an old smell. Those ancient books were stacked on the bookshelves, and they all looked like they had a long history. Various strange instruments were scattered on the tables and in the corners. Some of the instruments were still flickering with faint lights, as if telling of their extraordinary origins.

Uncle Mo Yuan sat at his desk, gently placing the scroll on the table, and then carefully studied the illustrations again. His eyes were so focused that it seemed as if everything around him had disappeared. He would occasionally pick up a magnifying glass to carefully examine the symbols, and sometimes he would flip through the ancient books around him, as if searching for some corresponding information. After a long time, he slowly raised his head, regaining his consciousness, and slowly spoke: "These symbols are an ancient sect script, long lost. This script was used for a period of time in the early days of the sect, but over time, for various reasons, it was gradually forgotten and few people knew about it. Judging from the information here, this restriction may be related to a sacred artifact."

"Divine Artifact?" Chu Feng and I cried out in surprise at the word. Our eyes widened, faces filled with shock. In our understanding, a divine artifact was an extremely powerful and mysterious entity, existing only in the legends of the sect. We had never expected it to be related to this restriction. Uncle Mo Yuan saw our reaction and nodded. His expression remained very serious. "Legend has it that when the sect was first founded, a divine artifact was sealed away. This restriction may be to protect that artifact. The existence of this divine artifact is of extraordinary significance to the sect. It possesses unimaginable power. Once this power is released, it is enough to change the fate of the sect, whether it is to prosper or decline."

After hearing Uncle Mo Yuan's words, Chu Feng was filled with curiosity and confusion. He couldn't wait to ask, "What is the function of this artifact? What specific power does it possess?" Uncle Mo Yuan shook his head helplessly and said, "I don't know. The legend of this artifact is only recorded in a few fragments in some ancient texts. We only know that it must have great power, but as for what power it is and how to use it, there are no detailed explanations. After all, this incident happened so long ago, and many truths have been lost in the long river of time."

We thanked Master Mo Yuan and left his residence with this new clue. Along the way, my mind was filled with all sorts of questions, like a tangled mess. After returning to the library, I couldn't help but ask, "Brother, if there really is a divine artifact sealed here, why hasn't anyone discovered it before? This is the library, and disciples come in and out every day to consult books. How could it have been unnoticed?"

Chu Feng pondered for a moment after hearing my question, then said, "Perhaps it's because of the existence of this restriction that it conceals the aura of the artifact. The restriction is like a powerful protective shield, not only sealing the artifact inside, but also hiding the artifact's aura, making it undetectable to the outside world. Moreover, this secret has been sealed for so many years. The people who knew about this matter may have passed away long ago, or they have never found the right opportunity to explore this secret, so naturally few people know about it."

As we were discussing this, something strange happened in the library. A few of the books scattered on the floor, already read by us, began to glow faintly. The light was faint, like the glimmer of a firefly in the darkness, but it was striking in the dim library. It seemed as if the faint glow was calling to us, demanding our attention.

Chu Feng and I exchanged glances, each seeing surprise and curiosity in the other's eyes. Without hesitation, we approached the glowing books. When we picked up the books, we discovered they contained tomes on the history of sects and ancient magic. These tomes looked quite old, their pages yellowing and exuding a sense of antiquity. We carefully flipped open the pages and discovered that some of the words within had begun to shimmer. These lights danced across the pages like spirits. Together, these words seemed to hold a hidden clue.

Chu Feng whispered the words, "The appearance of a divine artifact brings both disaster and blessing. The method to unlock the seal is hidden deep within." I frowned, my eyes fixed on the glittering words, pondering their meaning. Then I said, "What does this mean? Does it mean that the appearance of a divine artifact will bring disaster or blessing, and the method to unlock the seal is hidden somewhere deep within? Where exactly is this deep within? Is it in a corner of the library, or somewhere else in the sect? This is too vague."

Chu Feng nodded, a hint of doubt in his eyes: "It seems so, but where is this depth? It's like a new puzzle, waiting for us to solve. Maybe we need to re-examine every corner of the library, or explore other places in the sect."

We fell into deep thought. The atmosphere in the library grew even more mysterious, the air around us thicker. Our search for a way to unlock the restriction grew increasingly confusing, like being lost in a foggy forest, unsure of where to turn to find the exit.