The speaker has intent, but the listener is inadvertent.
Xin Lin walked all the way with her own plans in mind.
She also wanted to find a powerful Spiritual Formula, after all, could any ordinary Cultivation Technique surpass the Ghost God Fist?
"Pride Corpse, what exactly are you looking to find in the Spiritual Weapon Repository?"
Xin Lin quietly asked.
"You’ll know once you enter."
Gui Hu did not elaborate further.
During their conversation, Xin Lin had already arrived in front of the Spiritual Weapon Repository.
The Spiritual Weapon Repository, simply put, is akin to a modern library, a square five-story tower-like building.
However, this building, besides having a door at the entrance, has no windows on any side and even the walls are as solid as tal, designed this way to prevent any night thieves from sneaking into the Spiritual Weapon Repository.
"I can only escort you here. Once through the door, you’ll et the people of the Spiritual Weapon Repository."
Captain Yang respectfully stood aside.
Xin Lin nodded and proceeded into the Spiritual Weapon Repository.
As soon as she entered, everything in front of her turned dark.
The windowless Spiritual Weapon Repository was very cool.
After a mont, Xin Lin’s eyes adjusted to the light inside the Spiritual Weapon Repository.
Rows upon rows of tall and wide bookshelves appeared before her.
"The Emperor has decreed that you may browse the books on the first floor at your leisure, but do not wander or touch other areas to avoid damaging anything. You couldn’t afford to pay for damages."
An old eunuch with a dry and flat appearance erged, holding a lantern. Though it was broad daylight, it looked spooky and quite terrifying.
He squinted his eyes, shooting a glance at Xin Lin.
Those who co to the Spiritual Weapon Repository are either from the Royal Family or Imperial relatives, if not at least high-ranking officials and military heroes. Seeing Xin Lin, a commoner dressed poorly, the old eunuch naturally looked down on her from the bottom of his heart.
After speaking, the old eunuch did not move away but extended his scrawny hand and waved it in front of Xin Lin.
Xin Lin did not react for a long ti.
"Do you not understand the rules?"
The old eunuch said irritably.
I’ve seen the ignorant, but never soone this oblivious.
Coming to a place like the Spiritual Weapon Repository, one must offer a tribute.
But Xin Lin was not exactly "tribute-giving."
The old eunuch puffed up with anger, glaring at Xin Lin, and tossed her a thirty minutes incense stick.
"I’ll give you the duration of this incense, ti waits for no one."
After speaking, the old eunuch walked away hastily holding the lantern, muttering,
"Ungrateful thing, you deserve to be troubled by the Empress."
Those who have visited the Spiritual Weapon Repository know that the old eunuch is greedy and petty.
He, having served the late Emperor, was very arrogant.
Anyone entering the Spiritual Weapon Repository usually had to give him a tribute ranging from a hundred taels to a thousand taels.
After receiving the money, the old eunuch would provide an entrant with either a candle or a lantern, allowing them to search for suitable Cultivation Techniques and Spiritual Formulas in the Spiritual Weapon Repository.
Xin Lin, unfamiliar with such customs and having offended Empress Feng, received only a barely glowing incense stick.
As the incense burned with a faint glow resembling firefly light, Xin Lin looked around.
The first floor of the Spiritual Weapon Repository was divided into three or four segnts to prevent thieves and fires; there were no open flas or wall lamps.
Each segnt had a large bookshelf.
On the shelves, there were various books of different thicknesses arranged from high to low, along with several beast skin scrolls, piled up.
So bookshelves were even much taller than the height of an adult.
Xin Lin roughly estimated that there were at least thousands of books and beast skin scrolls on the first floor of the Spiritual Weapon Repository.
This had beco a bit tricky; finding what Gui Hu was looking for was like finding a needle in a haystack.
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