Chapter 87

Wang Yu looked at the giant turtle, which was the size of a tabletop, and scanned it with his divine sense. Finding no spiritual energy fluctuations on its body, as if it were just a stubborn rock, he was secretly startled. He immediately cupped his hands at the giant turtle and tossed a spirit stone into the basin.

Seeing this, the giant turtle retreated silently back into the stone wall, clearing the corridor.

Only then did Wang Yu walk past and pick a random stone room nearby to enter.

Inside the room, rows of bookshelves were filled with various books, scrolls, and even bamboo slips.

Wang Yu casually picked up a bamboo slip, opened it, and took a look; it was actually teaching the planting method for a type of grain called "Yellow Rice."

He shook his head, put the bamboo slip down, and picked up a yellowed book. Upon opening it, it recorded some techniques for raising plow oxen to make them work harder in the fields.

Wang Yu put this book down, walked a few more steps, and picked up an inconspicuous scroll. He opened it slowly, but it was a structural blueprint for something similar to a waterwheel.

Wang Yu felt somewhat enlightened.

He looked at a few more in succession, and sure enough, they were all various types of data records related to farming, and some were quite ancient, being things that had long been phased out.

No wonder it was one spirit stone for an hour; for inner sect disciples, these things were useless. It was likely just something the Four Symbols Sect used to enrich their collection and decorate their facade.

As Wang Yu pondered this, he left this stone room and went to the one next door.

The number of books in the neighboring stone room was about the same, but the books inside were all related to various mineral deposits, from how to identify certain ores to how to mine them, and even how to refine them—everything was there.

This made Wang Yu feel quite interested, and after staying for a while longer, he went to the next one.

The next stone room was filled with classics of poetry and music scores, recording all the outstanding famous poems and ancient melodies of the Wu Nation over the past several hundred years.

Wang Yu had no interest in these things and went directly to the next one.

The gray-white giant turtle was lying in a small pond behind the stone wall, watching an ancient mirror the size of half a person with its eyes half-open.

In the ancient mirror, Wang Yu's every move was clearly reflected.

"A bit interesting. For so many years, this is the first time I've seen a disciple interested in mortal books. Gray-y, do you want to make a bet with me? I bet this kid won't stay here for a full hour?

If you win, I'll give you three Blood Origin Pills, but if you lose, you give me three of the scales you dropped last time. How about it?" An aged voice suddenly sounded above the pond.

The gray giant turtle seemed stunned upon hearing this. It looked at Wang Yu, who was intently flipping through a blackened bamboo slip in the bronze mirror, and suddenly let out a low roar in response.

"Then it's a deal. Hehe, Gray-y, you're going to lose. I've been in the Scripture Pavilion for so many years, and I've never seen a disciple who could stay in the mortal library for half an hour." The old man chuckled, seeming to have the victory in the bag.

More than half an hour later, the old man's exasperated cursing and the giant turtle's low, joyful roar came from above the pond.

At this time, Wang Yu had already arrived in front of the middle passage marked with the character "Law" and walked inside.

At the end of the passage, there was a bronze gate.

In front of the gate sat a lounge chair and a stone tripod half a person high. An old man in a gray robe lay on the lounge chair with his eyes slightly closed, as if he were dozing off.

Wang Yu walked over, and just as he bowed to say something, the old man's impatient voice reached his ears.

"Go in and choose your spells and cultivation methods yourself; don't bother me."

Wang Yu was stunned for a moment, but he could only cup his hands again, walk directly past the old man, and push lightly on the bronze gate.

The gate opened easily.

Wang Yu walked in, but what he saw was a white light curtain blocking the way behind the gate. He was slightly startled, but after thinking for a moment, he took out his inner sect disciple token and waved it at the light curtain.

The white light curtain did not react at all.

"Idiot, just inject your spiritual power directly. You can't open this restriction without Qi Refinement mid-stage spiritual power or higher." Just then, the old man's impatient voice came to his ears.

"Many thanks for the guidance, Senior."

Wang Yu felt somewhat depressed upon hearing this, but he could only turn around and cup his hands toward the outside of the gate to express his thanks.

He then took two steps forward, pressed both hands onto the light curtain simultaneously, and rapidly injected his full spiritual power.

The white light curtain began to flicker and became increasingly blurry, finally making a "puff" sound as a hole the size of a person opened in the middle.

Wang Yu flashed inside.

The white light curtain behind him returned to normal after a moment.

Before Wang Yu appeared a stone hall, inside which were rows of stone platforms, numbering at least forty or fifty. Each stone platform seemed to have something placed on it, but all were covered by a translucent light shield.

Behind these stone platforms was another layer of white, hazy light curtain.

Wang Yu withdrew his gaze and walked to a random stone platform. Inside the light shield seemed to be a white jade slip, so he immediately pressed his palm onto the light shield, and a piece of information was directly imprinted into his mind.

Entry-rank spell "Spring Return Technique," a seven-spirit-pattern wood-attribute spell, can quickly treat general internal and external injuries; one hundred spirit stones.

It's actually this convenient!

Wang Yu was somewhat amazed, so he immediately walked along the rows of stone platforms, touching them one by one, and a series of information was immediately imprinted into his mind.

Entry-rank spell "Fire Bullet Technique," an eight-spirit-pattern fire-attribute spell, can cause small-range damage through long-distance explosions; one hundred and twenty spirit stones.

Entry-rank spell "Earth Evasion Technique," a seven-spirit-pattern earth-attribute spell, can allow one to escape through the earth; one hundred and thirty spirit stones.

Entry-rank spell "Wind Wall Technique," a ten-spirit-pattern water-attribute spell, can form a wind-attribute barrier in front of the body; two hundred and ten spirit stones.

"Hiss."

Why are the prices of entry-rank spells so expensive? And the more spirit patterns, the more ridiculously expensive they are.

If he remembered correctly, entry-rank spells at the Guangyuan Market only cost forty or fifty spirit stones.

Wang Yu gasped as he checked them one by one.

He soon arrived at the last two rows of stone platforms.

Primordial entry-rank spell "Gold Needle Technique," an eleven-spirit-pattern metal-attribute spell, can condense metal into the shape of a needle and shoot it out at close range; seventy spirit stones.

Primordial entry-rank spell "Thorn Technique," a ten-spirit-pattern wood-attribute spell, can summon a large area of thorn plants from the ground to trap enemies; eighty spirit stones.

Two "low-price" pieces of information were suddenly imprinted into his mind in succession, which made Wang Yu stop in his tracks and couldn't help but look at the objects inside these two light shields.

One was a golden, half-section curved horn, and the other was a pale yellow, hoof-shaped object.

It really was a natural spirit-pattern object recording a primordial spell.

Wang Yu's heart stirred, and he continued to check.

Primordial entry-rank spell "Quicksand Technique," a twelve-spirit-pattern earth-attribute spell, can mobilize a large area of sand and stone; sixty spirit stones.

Primordial entry-rank spell "Ice Spear Technique," an eleven-spirit-pattern ice-attribute spell, can condense cold power into a spear; seventy spirit stones.

Primordial entry-rank spell "Flame Shield," a twelve-spirit-pattern fire-attribute spell, can condense a high-temperature fire-attribute protective shield; sixty spirit stones.

Primordial entry-rank spell "Floating Rock Shield," an eleven-spirit-pattern earth-attribute spell, can control rocks to surround the body; seventy spirit stones.

Wang Yu saw the prices of the last two primordial spells, and even though he had been prepared in his heart, he was still startled by their low prices.

Eleven or twelve-spirit-pattern entry-rank spells were actually this cheap!

He was no longer at the beginning of his cultivation; he knew very well that whether it was a trick or an entry-rank spell, the number of spirit patterns basically represented the complexity of the spell imprint.

Generally speaking, the more complex the spell imprint, the stronger its power would definitely be.

He swept his gaze toward the last two light shields; on the stone platforms inside, there was a palm-sized crimson scale and an egg-sized yellow round bead, respectively.