Chapter 230: Direct Disciple? Rolling Cloud Tower Male Model?

Since someone has delivered what he wants to him, Chen Shicheng has no reason to stay in the Scripture Repository.

Seizing the chance while the two left the second floor, he quickly maintained the Lian Xi Technique to exit the Scripture Repository, and on the path between the direct disciple dormitory and the Repository he chose a hidden spot to lie in ambush.

At the same time, doubts began to nag at him.

Information about the Upper Cave Heaven Blessed Land was not available at any trading or information hubs; in the entire capital only the Zixiao Palace Scripture Repository had it, and even then only a single book recorded it.

Logically there are only two possibilities: either the natives don't care about the cave heaven blessed land, focusing solely on attaining divine rank and ascension, or that thing has become a legend after countless years, like the ancient deities.

Of course, others would think that, but Chen Shicheng is different.

He actually has three copper pieces in his hand, and the attributes after appraisal yielded a crucial clue.

Namely, even when the pieces are assembled, the content displayed can only be seen by players.

Thus he formed a strange hypothesis: could these cave heaven blessed lands be reserved by the game system for players, like ordinary game instances? If that's true, the direct disciple just now becomes suspicious—a native why would care so much about the records, and run to the Repository in the dead of night just to find that book?

Unless "the person just now is also a player like me, right?"

The thought surfaced, but Chen Shicheng immediately dismissed it himself.

The Earth Immortal Realm is a real existence, a fact accepted worldwide, yet the presence of the game system leads every player to treat this place as a game.

The existence of data panels makes realm advancement and Skill learning a fool‑proof operation.

Even joining a sect with a famous master's guidance, improvement in strength still lags behind a game's upgrade system.

Otherwise, in just three years player forces could not force orthodox cultivators to painstakingly set up great formations for extermination—unless the players' power already threatens those sects.

Of course, this is only the early barbaric development; if players wish to keep advancing, they will inevitably join sects and undergo system‑driven learning upgrades.

But the current moment is the early public beta, far from needing to shore up foundations, so the direct disciple appearing in Zixiao Palace raises doubts about his identity.

"Why overthink it? We'll test him out later and know."

Chen Shicheng shook his head, casting the tangled thoughts aside, and stared intently toward the Scripture Repository.

Within less than two minutes, the suspect direct disciple was already on the inevitable path between the Scripture Repository and the disciple dormitory, his arms bulging with something as he hurried along.

"Here he comes!"

Chen Shicheng's expression hardened as he used the Eye of Bai Ze to appraise the man.

【Lv. 20 Cao Ning, Essence: 30, Qi: 70, Spirit: 24, Skill: Palm Lightning, Zixiao Divine Lightning】

The Attribute is average, neither high nor low.

Compared with ordinary players it is indeed flashy, but it doesn't match the reputation of a direct disciple.

"Could I have guessed wrong?"

A flash of strange color passed through Chen Shicheng's eyes; he immediately activated the Golden Light Divine Spell to augment his Attribute, then triggered Compress Earth to an Inch, leaping in a single bound to appear before the direct disciple.

When the Golden Light Divine Spell activated there was no sound, but its light‑shadow effect was conspicuous and was spotted by the direct disciple at once; he seemed surprised that his own sect's stronghold was being attacked, and froze for a moment.

Then Chen Shicheng seized the lower half of his face; the unspent True Essence swirled continuously in his hand, leaving him unable to move, staring dumbfounded at the suddenly appearing figure.

"Shh"

Chen Shicheng made a silencing gesture toward him, while his other hand slowly reached toward his chest.

"Wooo…"

The seemingly ordinary motion unexpectedly caused the direct disciple to thrash violently, leaving Chen Shicheng startled.

When under his control there was no sign of resistance, he thought the man's scheming was deep, unmoved even if a mountain collapsed—truly a direct disciple.

But now he hadn't done anything excessive, merely wanted to retrieve the book from his embrace; why did his expression change suddenly? "What the—!" Chen Shicheng stared fixedly into his eyes, ignoring his pleading gaze, and his other hand moved resolutely toward his chest.

The next instant, the direct disciple seemed to decide, his eyes turning to a death‑defying stare; disregarding the hand holding his face, his arms twitched and two chain blades materialized in his hands, thrusting at Chen Shicheng.

"Huh? Chain blades?"

"Isn't that the exclusive weapon of Rolling Cloud Tower? How did it end up in a Zixiao Palace direct disciple's hands, and isn't he male?"

"And a Zixiao Palace direct disciple, when fighting to the death, should be using his sect's own skills, right?"

For example, the Lightning‑type Spell just identified! What's going on now—did Rolling Cloud Tower's exclusive gear for the "Longyang" crowd somehow end up here and join Zixiao Palace? A flood of questions raced through Chen Shicheng's mind, yet his body remained still, allowing the two chain blades to pierce him.

"Ding"

The sharp blade tip rang a crisp "ding" upon contacting the Golden Light Divine Spell; Chen Shicheng was unharmed, but the rebounding force nearly forced the disciple's chain blades out of his hands.

Seeing his attack fail, the direct disciple did not stop; instead he released his hands, and the two chain blades flew like swords, one left and one right, stabbing toward Chen Shicheng's eyes.

"Not over yet, huh?"

Chen Shicheng narrowed his eyes, exerting force as two blade auras materialized, cleaving the two chain blades into four pieces.

"Clang."

The broken chain blades fell to the ground, and the direct disciple, whose spirit was linked to them, shuddered; a mouthful of fresh blood was about to gush out, but Chen Shicheng's grip on his mouth forced the blood back in.

Strangely, after the blade auras appeared, he relaxed, abandoned all resistance, kicked Chen Shicheng's calf, rolled his eyes, and gave him a deadpan stare.

It even looked somewhat… coquettish?

"I quit."

Chen Shicheng's goosebumps rose all over as he held the other's hand—neither letting go nor keeping it.

But in his mind he had already formed a clear judgment of the person's former identity.

Indeed, this guy must be the male model who came ashore from Rolling Cloud Tower! (End of Chapter)