Ye Qiu headed towards the library without encountering Lin Wanqing, which was perfect as he didn’t want her bothering him.

After researching on the first floor’s automatic book search tablet, Ye Qiu found that books related to this subject were indeed on the fifth floor of the library.

Ye Qiu ascended to the fifth floor, entered the reading room, and commenced his search.

Ye Qiu began to search there; he was the kind of person who could read very quickly.

He discovered there were indeed descriptions of the ghost market, similar to Tao Yuanming’s "The Peach Blossom Spring".

The book described that the people of the Peach Blossom Source were surprised to see the fisherman and asked him where he came from. The fisherman answered everything he knew in detail. The villagers invited the fisherman into their homes, served wine, and killed chickens to prepare meals for him.

The villagers heard about his arrival and came to inquire. They said their ancestors had led their wives, children, and neighbors here to escape the wars of the Qin Era, isolating themselves from the world, thus cutting off contact with people outside the Peach Blossom Source.

These people asked what dynasty it was now, and they didn’t even know the Han Dynasty, let alone the Wei or Jin Dynasties. The fisherman explained everything he knew to them in detail.

After listening, they sighed with regret. Others also invited the fisherman into their homes and treated him with food and wine. After staying for a few days, the fisherman bid farewell to the villagers.

In Ye Qiu’s view, the depiction was not the real world of the Peach Blossom Source, but rather that the fisherman had entered a world akin to the ghost market.

What he saw in the ghost market was precisely what Ye Qiu had encountered a few times.

And for the fisherman to safely return to another world indicates he was quite fortunate.

Is this really the ghost market?

Ye Qiu was continuously skimming through, when suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Without turning around, Ye Qiu knew from the scent that it was Lin Wanqing.

"Lin Wanqing, what’s up?"

"I just heard you were at the library, so I came to find you."

Lin Wanqing noticed Ye Qiu was flipping through peculiar books, records of eerie tales or hauntings.

"Ye Qiu, why are you looking at these books?"

Lin Wanqing asked, puzzled.

"You wouldn’t understand."

After Ye Qiu placed those books back.

Ye Qiu could confirm that indeed someone from ancient times had personally visited the ghost market, returned safely, documented it, and it was then considered a world akin to the Peach Blossom Source.

But, is that really the case?

Now Ye Qiu knew that dealing with the roaming spirits and ghosts at the abandoned buildings wouldn’t be feasible with brute force alone.

As Ye Qiu descended from the upper floors, followed by Lin Wanqing, she increasingly felt Ye Qiu’s actions were peculiar.

Yet, clearly purposeful.

When leaving the library and settling on the outdoor grass, Lin Wanqing sat close to Ye Qiu.

Numerous passersby looked at Ye Qiu with envy.

"Ye Qiu, what are you thinking?"

"Do you know ’The Peach Blossom Spring’?"

"Yes, it’s a mandatory recitation from high school, I still remember it vividly," Lin Wanqing replied.

Though she majored in music, her proficiency in native language studies was strong, especially in literature.

She indeed recalled Tao Yuanming’s "The Peach Blossom Spring" clearly.

"So what do you think it describes?"

Lin Wanqing thought Ye Qiu was testing her.

"Isn’t it Tao Yuanming’s portrayal of the Peach Blossom Source, a world without war or taxes, a pastoral life —the ideal society ancient people yearned for."

The so-called ideal world.

To many, this represents humanity’s ultimate development, beyond capitalist or socialist realms, where true equality prevails.

Indeed, the world depicted in the Peach Blossom Source is an ancient envisioning of an ideal society.

This is what others understand about "The Peach Blossom Spring", also Lin Wanqing’s perception.

But clearly, such a world doesn’t exist now, let alone millennia ago.

Hence, many view this as simply an ancient fantasy.

Ideal world?

Ye Qiu chuckled coldly.

Nowadays, even the Heavenly Court Imperial Medical Bureau lacks a so-called ideal world, it’s all just survival of the fittest.

Thus, Ye Qiu believes that as long as humanity exists, hierarchies will persist.

Moreover, the better the world develops, the more hierarchical it becomes, turning common folk into mere so-called ants.

Ye Qiu thus thinks Tao Yuanming’s Peach Blossom Source is essentially the ghost market.

It could certainly be that an ordinary person entered the ghost market, witnessed it, returned to the mundane, and shared it, which was then recorded by renowned figures like Tao Yuanming.

Being transcribed is merely another’s yearning.

"Ye Qiu, isn’t it?" Lin Wanqing misinterpreted Ye Qiu’s chuckle as him laughing at her.

"No, it’s not."

Isn’t it?

"Then, what is it?"

Lin Wanqing asked.

"Do you have earphones?"

Lin Wanqing took out her earphones and handed them to Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu took out his phone, plugged in the earphones, and played music for Lin Wanqing.

Lin Wanqing initially heard music, though not a piano, it was a kind of guqin.

She found it quite beautiful.

But for some reason, after listening, she felt goosebumps and a chill creeping over her.

The sound was simply too strange.

"Ye Qiu, what is this ancient piece; it’s so peculiar?"

"Just paired with the melody and rhythm, not Tang poetry or Song lyrics."

"Is this Huaxia style? I haven’t heard such singing before."

Many female and male pop stars enjoy singing in Huaxia style, but few truly convey its essence since it lacks that ambiance.

Without ambiance, naturally, it lacks this feeling.

Thus, after Lin Wanqing listened, she found it odd yet pleasing, strangely transporting her hundreds of years back.

"This song is so strange! Was it your voice I heard earlier in the male vocal?"

Lin Wanqing recognized Ye Qiu’s voice.

But the eerily strange female voice, Lin Wanqing felt increasingly odd.

She felt she had heard such peculiar voices somewhere before.

Hurriedly removing the earphones, she looked at Ye Qiu and said: "Who is that female voice? It’s increasingly peculiar; the broad daylight is even making me scared. I wouldn’t dare listen at night."

Lin Wanqing assumed Ye Qiu knew a young woman with that singing ability, as she discerned it wasn’t Xiaomai singing. Xiaomai played the guqin well but certainly wouldn’t sing like that, and her voice wasn’t this type.

"The male voice is indeed me, the female singer is Miss Jia."

Miss Jia?

"Who is Miss Jia? When did you meet a beauty with the surname Jia?"