255: Chapter 197: Integration_2 255: Chapter 197: Integration_2 It’s a sha there isn’t enough ti, otherwise, she should have been able to deduce the content of this part.
She predicted that Chu Xisheng’s talent might allow him to enter the main mountain of the Divine Sect within a year.
But it’s just this short year that has infinite variables.
Chu Xisheng also furrowed his brows, pondering that this was going to be difficult.
Just how powerful is Chu Yunyun’s Divine Thought now?
Compared to Ye Jingyuan, it’s like comparing the light of a firefly to the bright moon.
With a single sweep of her thoughts, she could know what books lay within five yards around her.
If Chu Yunyun said she couldn’t find it, then it truly wasn’t there.
“White Horse is Not a Horse” was extrely important to them; without this secret technique to conceal their identities, their future would be fraught with countless dangers.
It’s true that other disguise techniques were sold in the black market, but if the siblings suddenly changed their appearances, it would only raise suspicions.
Chu Xisheng’s expression shifted slightly, “There’s still hope.
There’s another place inside the tower where we might obtain this secret technique.”
Chu Yunyun was baffled.
If “White Horse is Not a Horse” wasn’t in the Library, where else could they go to get it?
But then she thought of soone, and a strange light appeared in her eyes.
“Are you talking about Ye Jingyuan?
Known as the bookworm, he has read all the scriptures in this Library, rembering about seventy percent of them.
‘White Horse is Not a Horse,’ once famous in East State, must have caught his interest.
The question is how do we get him to write down the content of the latter half?”
Chu Xisheng didn’t speak; he took the book from Chu Yunyun’s hands and carefully looked it over again.
His eyes then lit up, “Wait here for , I’ll be right back.”
He suddenly stood up, stepping onto the stairs leading to the ninth floor with unhurried strides.
The staircase was protected by powerful sealings.
After climbing seven steps, Chu Xisheng could no longer advance.
An invisible wall stood before him, preventing his progress.
However, Ye Jingyuan, who was on the ninth floor, had already been alerted.
The tall elder in white hair and robes quickly appeared at the stairway entrance, looking at Chu Xisheng with curiosity, “Little Chu?
What brings you here?”
Ye Jingyuan recognized the youth before him.
He had a high regard for the most outstanding disciple of the Zhengyang Martial Arts Hall in recent years.
“Disciple inadvertently ca across this book.”
Chu Xisheng presented the book he was holding, “After studying it carefully, I was deeply attracted by the Martial Arts Mysteries contained within.
Sadly, this is only half the book and I couldn’t glimpse its entirety—much to my regret.
Hearing of the Tower Master’s vast knowledge and strong mory, and knowing you once compiled scriptures at the ‘Inquiry Hall’ of our Sect and have guarded this Library for a decade, reading countless Martial Arts classics.
Therefore, I boldly ca to ask the Tower Master if you’ve seen the latter half of this book.
If you have, would you be so kind as to write it down for ?
I’m a Martial Arts fanatic by nature; if I can’t grasp its essence, I won’t be able to sleep peacefully.”
Ye Jingyuan was taken aback by the question, gazing at Chu Xisheng with utter astonishnt: “Do you know who created ‘White Horse is Not a Horse’ and what use it has?”
“I do.
This technique was created by a dissident rapist of our Sect, used to conceal identity,” Chu Xisheng replied calmly, unfazed, “But while others see a mountain as just a mountain, I can see the water beside it.
The principles and True Intent contained within this Secret Technique can also be applied in Martial Arts combat.
Look—”
He gestured with his hand, “A horse is so nad for its shape.
White is the na for its color.
Naming the color does not na the shape, hence ‘White Horse is Not a Horse.’ aning the shape and color do not match.
If I can integrate this technique into my Sword Skills, how could anyone discern where my blade is pointing?”
Ye Jingyuan raised his eyebrows in surprise, pondering that this youngster truly possessed extraordinary talent.
Interested, he readily invited Chu Xisheng to the ninth floor, sitting face to face with him across the long table.
“Your idea is quite intriguing,” said Ye Jingyuan, fetching a stack of paper and pen, “The latter half of ‘White Horse is Not a Horse’ consists of ten pages; I can help you write it down—even roughly sketch the True Intent, though in a rather basic form.
However, I can’t give this book to you for free; I must deduct the ti you spend on the eighth floor of the Library, set at twenty days; or you can pay fifty thousand taels of Demon Silver.”
A slight twitch appeared at the corner of Chu Xisheng’s lips: “Can I owe the amount?”
Only after obtaining the title of the True Inheritor’s leader would he be allowed to stay on the eighth floor for seven days.
Spending Demon Silver was also painful for him.
Chu Xisheng didn’t have much money on him, and the canal was still far from being open.
A broken book written by a rapist, and it’s costing fifty thousand taels of Demon Silver?
“No debts; this ‘White Horse is Not a Horse’ has been classified by the Sect as a Fourth Grade Secret Technique.
The elders believe although it can only be used for disguises, its content is nearly equivalent to the way, capable of disrupting a High-grade Martial Practitioner’s perception,” Ye Jingyuan explained as he wrote, “However, there is another thod.
You can contemplate this book, then show how you plan to integrate ‘White Horse is Not a Horse’ into your own Sword Technique.
If it proves feasible, I will help you docunt it and submit it to the mountain.”
He looked up at Chu Xisheng, “This can earn you a substantial amount of rit for the Sect, which will be greatly beneficial for you in the future.”
Upon hearing this, Chu Xisheng felt a wave of tingling on his scalp.
He had rely had a vague inspiration in his mind and had bluffed on the spot.
Integrating the Mysteries of “White Horse is Not a Horse” into a Sword Technique, how easy could that be?
However, Chu Xisheng kept a calm exterior.
He planned to morize the content first, then go back and ask Chu Yunyun for advice.
There’s nothing wrong with going ho and asking your sister for help when you can’t handle sothing yourself—
Ye Jingyuan hadn’t said that the demonstration had to be on the spot or right there.
Half a mont later, Ye Jingyuan filled ten pages of xuan paper, then pushed them in front of Chu Xisheng.
His expression serious, “You must morize them on the spot.
If you can’t, then that’s it.
Should ‘White Horse is Not a Horse’ spread, it could cause endless problems, so I cannot allow you to take it out of the Library.
Plus, you must swear an oath that you won’t share this Secret Technique with anyone else.”
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