Cave Abyss Sect, Outer Sect Scripture Pavilion.

The Scripture Pavilion is where the Cave Abyss Sect stores various Cultivation Techniques, Secret Manuals, supernatural tales, and historical records.

There is one for the Inner Sect and one for the Outer Sect.

The Outer Sect’s Scripture Pavilion houses a small number of low-tier Cultivation Techniques, but mostly legends and historical records. Few people visit it.

Therefore, the Inner and Outer Sect Scripture Pavilions are usually distinguished by Disciples as "Scripture Pavilion" and "Scripture Pavilion."

On this day, Song Yan stepped into the Scripture Pavilion.

Several days passed, and the Xuanse flame waves of the "Heart Demon" in the Liangyi Realm showed no unusual signs.

At this rate, it would take more than half a year for the small sword to push away the flame waves on these sword bodies.

After completing his basic Qi Refining cultivation today, he had some miscellaneous items to sell at the Market. Passing by the Outer Sect Scripture Pavilion, he decided to look for books about ancient Sword Cultivators.

The "Complete Records of Immortal Realm Scenery" has a wide coverage, with a bit of everything, but the content about ancient Sword Cultivators was limited.

The Outer Sect Scripture Pavilion has five floors. Any Outer Sect Disciple can borrow any book, including those low-level Cultivation Techniques.

At this moment, there were a few scattered Outer Sect Disciples here, and no one was making noise.

After all, an Elder who preferred quietness was stationed on the top floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

"I need to find some ancient texts..."

Song Yan swept his Divine Sense as he walked, but the Scripture Pavilion had too many books...

"Junior Brother Song."

"Hm...?"

Song Yan wasn’t sure if he was being called. He looked back, and the person was indeed looking at him.

But...he didn’t seem to recognize him, only found him somewhat familiar.

This person had a dignified appearance, holding a scripture in his hand. Although his attire was simple, there was a subtle, gentle scholarly air about him in his every move.

"Sun Zhengfu, Modao Courtyard Deacon Disciple."

"Ah..."

Song Yan remembered now. Previously, due to his difficulty in advancing his cultivation, he had felt disturbed.

Thinking that calligraphy and chess could assist in Cultivating the Five Stars Pulse Grasping Skill, he had often gone to the Modao Courtyard for a period to copy calligraphy and Cultivate his Heart-Nature.

He had indeed seen this person, but Song Yan hadn’t paid attention at the time, so he only felt familiar but couldn’t recall him.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Sun."

Sun Zhengfu’s Qi Refining Stage 6 cultivation made calling him Senior Brother perfectly appropriate.

He shook his head: "We are fellow Sect Disciples, why bother with such formalities?"

To other Cave Abyss Sect Disciples who knew Sun Zhengfu, he was a man of few words.

But this was not actually the case. It was because he had a rigid and mature personality and was extremely serious about everything, which had offended many Disciples with backgrounds.

His parents, who were also Cultivators, had warned him: ’Trouble comes from the mouth.’

So, he began to be taciturn.

However, whether this silence was effective or not remained unknown.

"Speaking of which, Junior Brother Song, why haven’t you been to the Modao Courtyard recently?"

He took the initiative to greet Song Yan mainly because this Junior Brother Song seemed to be the first person since he became a Deacon Disciple of the Modao Courtyard who truly used calligraphy to Cultivate his Heart-Nature.

Perhaps he was also a fellow enthusiast of calligraphy.

If there was an opportunity, he would invite him to the Ink Painting and Calligraphy Meet in the future.

Song Yan was a bit confused, but the reason was nothing to hide, so he told him truthfully:

"Recently, my cultivation had a small Breakthrough, and then I went out to perform a mission with a Senior Sister from the Inner Sect, so I haven’t been back."

"I see."

Sun Zhengfu nodded: "The Dao of books can make one single-minded, clear-minded, and see one’s true nature. I observe that Junior Brother’s handwriting shows considerable talent in this Dao. We can exchange more in the future."

"Yes, Junior Brother has been enlightened."

This Senior Brother...seems to be a Cultivator who genuinely loves calligraphy.

"You came here today to look for some ancient texts?"

"It’s not a Cultivation Technique or a Secret Manual. This time, Junior Brother is here to look for some books about ’Sword Cultivators’ from ancient times."

"Miscellaneous news and ancient texts are both fine."

"Sword Cultivator?"

Sun Zhengfu pondered the term. He often came here to look for calligraphy ancient texts and had an impression of most books.

"I seem to have seen a few miscellaneous books with ’ancient sword’ or ’Sword Cultivator’ in their titles. However, what I remember now is on the third floor, sixth shelf, near ’The Ink Dao Stele Forest Canon’."

Song Yan’s heart was filled with joy, and he quickly thanked him: "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother."

"Don’t mention it."

Sun Zhengfu had been there for some time. He put the book in his hand back on the shelf, then bid farewell to Song Yan and left the Scripture Pavilion.

"He’s really a warm-hearted Senior Brother."

Song Yan went to the third floor, sixth shelf, found "The Ink Dao Stele Forest Canon," and using it as a reference, searched around. Sure enough, he quickly found this book.

"Tales of Ancient Swords."

Familiar.

The books in the Outer Sect Scripture Pavilion were all paper-based, not Jade Slips, so they needed to be turned page by page.

Song Yan quickly flipped through a few pages, confirmed it was the book he was looking for, then went downstairs and registered it for borrowing.

His schedule was a bit tight today, fearing the Market would close. It wouldn’t be too late to read it leisurely after all the miscellaneous items were sold...Lingyuanze Market, central area.

Unlike Granny Qin’s Relief Grocery Store, the areas for pills, artifacts, Formations, and talismans, and the Myriad Treasure Pavilion, were just as bustling as the Night Market, except there were no strange items.

However, during the day, the Market had more Disciples from the Cave Abyss Sect.

Sometimes, while strolling around...he would even run into acquaintances.

"Senior Brother Kong You, do you think I’m stupid? You’re charging me thirty Spirit Stones for just a few worn-out books? Have all you people from Zuowang Peak gone crazy?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I’m not talking about you, I’m talking about..."

Whether it was hawking, haggling, or shouting, it gave Song Yan a sense of déjà vu, as if he had returned to Shiliang Town on market day.

He spent about half an hour selling off the miscellaneous items he had.

He felt a bit embarrassed constantly going to Granny Qin to deal with these small Cultivation World ’trash,’ as he had been scolded many times already.

It was still early, and he wanted to find a teahouse to sit down, drink tea, and read a book.

The content of "Tales of Ancient Swords" wasn’t extensive. If he could finish it, he could return the book on his way back, saving him a special trip next time.

Passing a street corner, several young and beautiful female Cultivators were hawking at a storefront, their voices as melodious as silver bells.

"Daoist robes, silken garments, cloaks, skirts..."

Song Yan couldn’t help but glance a few more times...at the storefront’s plaque.

"Seamless..."

He murmured, reading out the name of the shop: "A very clever shop name."

Listening to the calls of these female Cultivator Fellow Daoists, it seemed to be a shop that made Daoist robes and silken garments.

The craft of making Daoist robes, while not as popular as Artifact Refining, was equally sought after, especially by female Cultivators.

One must know that people rely on clothes as horses rely on saddles. Moreover, tailoring in the Cultivation World was not just about looking good.

Song Yan had heard that many Daoist robes custom-made at great expense contained Formation patterns that prevented them from getting stained with dust.

Even more so, some had Spirit Gathering Formation patterns sewn into them, drawing in Qi for Qi Refining, achieving twice the result with half the effort.

However...this was not something he could afford right now.

He was about to leave when he found his sleeve being tugged.

"?"

Looking back, it was a slender young girl.

"Fellow Daoist, how may I help you?"

Casually tugging someone’s Daoist robe sleeve was a very impolite act.

Song Yan also had a temper.

The girl’s fair and delicate face was scattered with tiny freckles.

She seemed a bit timid, but her eyes were very stubborn.

"Tailoring...tailoring Daoist robes, three-pattern Spirit Stones are enough for one piece."