The library pavilion of Tianlu Holy Land is a cavern built deep within the mountains.
The cavern as a whole resembles a pagoda-like structure, divided into a full four levels, and each level is protected by relevant restrictions. Only those holding different tokens can enter the various tiers.
Mo Fan murmured to himself, yet he also understood that this was the true world of cultivation.
If you want to obtain more resources, you have to risk your life to fight for them. Different positions naturally come with different risks. The higher the status, the more deeply bound one becomes to the fate of the sect. It may seem that one holds power everywhere and stands above others, but when a true catastrophe of sect annihilation occurs, these high-level figures are often the first to die.
This is the principle of benefits and risks coexisting.
Mo Fan did not dwell on it too much. Holding his token, he directly entered the library pavilion and found that the first level was enormous, divided into many separate reading rooms, each with different entry requirements.
After politely inquiring with one of the cultivators there, he learned that the first level was for outer sect disciples, but entering the various reading rooms still required different amounts of sect contribution points.
These so-called contribution points were a unique form of merit in Tianlu Holy Land. When disciples completed different tasks, the sect would reward corresponding contribution points based on the completion quality.
These contribution points were stored in their identity tokens.
Correspondingly, the second level was for inner sect disciples and outer sect elders, the third level for core disciples and inner sect elders, and the fourth level for personal transmission disciples and core elders.
With the exception of personal transmission disciples, all cultivators had to spend varying amounts of contribution points to read in the library pavilion, and the reading time was also limited.
Even core elders were no exception.
In a nutshell, if you want the protection and resources of the holy land, you must undertake tasks for the holy land, earn contribution points, and then spend them back in the holy land.
It was all about producing and consuming internally.
This made Mo Fan once again feel the oppressive pressure he had experienced in his previous life just to make a living.
“In my previous life, many people fantasised about becoming immortals through cultivation, thinking that once they cultivated, they would be incredibly powerful and free without restraints. But the truth is that even after cultivating immortality, you still have to work!
Apart from those who were born with excellent reincarnation skills and started life in Rome, everyone else, even transmigrators, still has to toil like oxen and horses. It might even be worse than the 996 work system!
At least in 996, few jobs actually cost lives, but in this world, death and dao dissipation can happen at any moment. Who could endure that?”
Mo Fan complained inwardly. In his view, the disciples of Tianlu Holy Land were nothing more than labourers toiling for the holy land.
Fortunately, he was now a personal transmission disciple, so he did not need to toil like them. With just one token symbolising his status as a personal transmission disciple, he could walk through the entire library pavilion amid many envious gazes, without any time restrictions.
During this period, Mo Fan secretly tested those restrictions and found that he could not break them at all. At least a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage would be needed to do so.
No wonder he saw no so-called book guardians or powerful sweeping monks here.
With restrictions everywhere, how could anyone cause trouble?
For other cultivators, the longer they stayed, the more contribution points would drain from their tokens. When the points ran out, they would naturally trigger the restriction rules and be forced to leave.
Mo Fan also wondered if someone might steal books, but he quickly dismissed the idea from his mind.
After all, this was Tianlu Holy Land, a transcendent human faction. If books could be stolen from here, that would be unthinkable.
Mo Fan browsed many books on the first level and found they were all of little use. Even the cultivation methods and spells were of the lowest grade, not worth learning.
Next, he went to the second and third levels, where he did find quite a few useful items. However, to his surprise, if he only read a cultivation method once, he could not clearly recall its contents later.
For this reason, Mo Fan spent considerable time trying to memorise them by rote, but it still had no effect.
In the end, he chose a water-system secret method called “Mirror Flowers, Water Moon” and spent half a month learning it directly there, finally mastering this water-system secret method without forgetting it again.
Thus, Mo Fan finally understood that all books in the library pavilion were restricted by rules. Unless one cultivated and completed them in one go right there, it was very difficult to take them out through memory alone. This naturally prevented the outflow of methods to a certain extent.
However, Mo Fan soon curled the corners of his mouth slightly, because these restrictions did not apply to him at all.
From that day onward, Mo Fan hardly left the library pavilion at all, which deeply puzzled Situ Yunzhen. But after learning that Mo Fan was indeed immersed in reading, he stopped paying attention, simply assuming it was a thirst for knowledge.
Time passed in a flash, and three months went by.
In those three months, Mo Fan had read almost all the books on the second and third levels of the library pavilion.
He was not doing useless work. Although he could not remember them after reading, his main body far away in the Hundred Thousand Mountains was not idle either.
Over the months, the main body had long returned to Black Wind Mountain and was also in secluded cultivation.
On this day, Mo Fan’s main body emerged from seclusion and, as soon as he did, summoned Bai Yaoyao.
When Bai Yaoyao saw the pile of jade slips stacked like a small mountain in Mo Fan’s seclusion chamber, she could not help widening her eyes.
“What are you doing with these?”
Bai Yaoyao looked at Mo Fan in confusion.
“You will understand once you look at these jade slips!” Mo Fan smiled mysteriously.
Bai Yaoyao, somewhat puzzled, took one jade slip into her hand and viewed it directly with divine sense, only to be shocked. It actually recorded a human clan cultivation method!
She seemed to realise something and quickly took several more jade slips to view in succession.
“Sword-Breaking Art”, “Evergreen Technique”, “Water Moon Technique”, “Golden Body Art”, “Great Fireball Spell”, “Draw Blade Slash”, “Draw Sword Technique”, “Sword Qi Condensing Silk Secret Method”, “Star Observation Technique”, “Star Fight Sword Astral Array”…
“This…”
“Are all these filled with human clan cultivation methods and spells?”
“You didn’t go to the Divine Domain Continent and massacre a human sect this time, did you?”
Bai Yaoyao looked at Mo Fan in utter shock.
“This king is very kind, alright? Don’t always think of this king as so cruel!”
Mo Fan rolled his eyes in annoyance, then chuckled and said, “Although I didn’t massacre a human sect, it was not far off.
All these cultivation methods before you come from the library pavilion of the human transcendent faction, Tianlu Holy Land!”
“What?!”
Bai Yaoyao was completely stunned. Then Mo Fan explained part of the story about his avatar, which gradually made her understand.
“The reason I called you here this time is to have you make use of these jade slips. See which ones can benefit our Black Wind Mountain. Although the effects may not be visible in the short term, in the long run, this will inevitably greatly increase the strength of our Black Wind Mountain!”
A gleam flashed in Mo Fan’s eyes. This was nearly half the foundation of a human holy land!
