Alex stood inside the quiet library of the Medicine Pavilion.
At a wooden table near the entrance sat an elder, deep in meditation. His eyes were closed, his breathing slow and steady, as if the outside world didn''t exist.
Alex walked up to him and spoke respectfully.
"Honorable Elder,” Alex said respectfully, bowing slightly. "I would like to ess the second floor using my merit points.
The elder didn''t open his eyes.
"ce your medallion on the table. One day on the second floor costs one thousand merit points. When the points run out, someone will escort you out.”
"Thank you," Alex said with a slight bow.
He ced his medallion on the table, then turned and walked toward the staircase.
Usually, a faint energy barrier blocked the path to the second floor, refusing him entry no matter how close he got.
But this time, the barrier parted silently.
Alex climbed the stairs.
When he reached the second floor, the difference was immediately clear.
The space was far smaller than the first floor. Instead of endless shelves packed
with books, this level held only a few quiet rows.
Alex estimated there were around two thousand books here.
The first floor probably had at least ten thousand.
Only two people were present.
Both were elders.
They sat at separate tables, reading slowly, turning pages with the patience of people who had spent their entire lives around books.
Alex didn''t greet them.
He simply walked to the nearest shelf and picked up the first book.
Then he started reading.
Not carefully.
Not slowly.
He flipped through the pages rapidly, his eyes scanning the text at astonishing speed before cing the book back on the shelf.
Then he grabbed the next one.
And the next.
To anyone watching, it looked absurd.
Like someone pretending to read.
But Alex had a reason.
He didn''t need to memorize everything himself.
Gaia was recording every single page he saw.
Later, when he needed specific information, Gaia could analyze the entire archive instantly.
So Alex continued.
Book after book.
Shelf after shelf.
He didn''t care whether the content was rted to medicine, poison, herbs, or ancient theories.
Everything was useful.
Everything was data.
The first day passed quietly.
The two elders asionally nced at Alex.
Their brows furrowed when they saw the way he "read."
Flip.
Scan.
Return.
Repeat.
But neither of them said anything.
They simply went back to their own books.
The second day passed the same way.
Alex moved through the shelves like a storm of turning pages.
By the third day, he had almost finished the entire second floor.
That was when someone new arrived.
Footsteps echoed from the staircase.
A middle-aged man stepped onto the second floor.
He paused the moment he noticed Alex.
From across the room, he watched the strange scene.
Alex grabbed a book.
Flipped through it in seconds.
Returned it.
Then grabbed another.
The man''s eyes narrowed.
He walked closer.
When he finally stood beside Alex, he spoke coldly.
"Young disciple. This is not how one reads."
"If you came here only to fool around, then you should leave immediately."
Alex slowly turned his head and looked at him.
"I entered with my merit points," Alex said evenly.
"So can you stop bothering me and mind your own business?"
Then he turned back to the shelf.
Picked up another book.
And continued reading exactly the same way.
The middle-aged man''s face darkened.
"I am Han Fei," he said sharply.
His voice carried the weight of authority.
"I have served as the assistant elder of the Pill Creation Pavilion for over twenty
years,” Han Fei said coldly. “Show me the respect you owe me."
Alex kept flipping pages.
Han Fei''s eyes grew colder.
“Out of kindness, I am trying to guide you so you can have a better future,” he
continued.
"But you refuse to listen."
"Now I order you to leave the second floor immediately."
He pointed at the shelves.
"You are not studying."
"You are destroying these books."
"Brother,” Alex said calmly without looking at him, his eyes still moving across the pages of the book in his hands. "I don''t know how you gained ess to the second floor. But if you''re using merit points like I am, shouldn''t you spend your time doing what you came here for?"
He flipped another page.
"So stop worrying about how I use my time," Alex continued evenly. “We''re both paying to be here."
"You !"
Han Fei exploded.
“I am doing this for your own good, and you dare reject my guidance?" he barked.
"You don''t even show respect! I am your senior. You should bow when you speak to
me!"
"And yet you stand there acting arrogant?"
Han Fei pointed toward the staircase.
"Get out from here. Leave the second floor immediately!"
Alex had plenty he could say.
But for someone like this man, arguing felt like a waste of time.
He was almost finished scanning the entire floor anyway.
So Alex simply ignored him.
Completely.
He turned another page.
Han Fei''s anger boiled over.
Being ignored was worse than being insulted.
His hand shot forward.
He tried to grab Alex by the cor.
But Alex shifted his body slightly.
The movement was so natural it almost looked unconscious.
His eyes never even left the book.
Han Fei''s hand closed on empty air.
"You!"
Shock shed across his face.
Han Fei was a Great Qi Condensation cultivator. He could clearly sense Alex''s
cultivation level.
Ninth Qi Condensation.
In theory, someone like Alex should have been easy to control.
Yet every time Han Fei reached out-
Alex moved just enough to evade him.
Once.
Twice.
Five times.
Ten.
No matter how many times he tried to grab Alex''s cor, his hand nevernded.
Han Fei''s anger turned into humiliation.
Finally, he stopped trying to grab him.
Instead, he swung his palm toward Alex''s shoulder.
Alex leaned slightly.
Another ten unsessful attempts followed.
Han Fei''s frustration boiled over.
His open palm slowly tightened-
until it curled into a clenched fist.
Now he was truly furious.
He threw punch after punch, aiming at Alex''s chest, his shoulder, even his head.
But Alex continued flipping through the book, his body shifting naturally, dodging
every blow without even looking.
To anyone watching, it was surreal.
The assistant elder was attacking.
And Alex looked like he was just... reading.
Minutes passed.
Han Fei kept striking the air around Alex, his frustration growing with every miss.
Alex thought eventually the man would get tired and leave.
But suddenly-
Han Fei''s face turned red.
His eyes burned with fury.
He gathered his inner force, Qi surging through his body.
This time, he raised his hand with real power behind it.
A heavy strike meant to crush Alex where he stood.
The moment the killing intent appeared- Alex reacted instinctively.
His body moved before his mind even caught up.
His fist shot out.
A single punch.
Straight into Han Fei''s face.
THUD.
The impact echoed through the quiet library.
Han Fei''s eyes widened in shock.
He had never expected Alex to strike back.
Alex himself froze.
He hadn''t meant to hit him.
But it had already happened.
Han Fei''s body swayed.
Then he copsed to the floor.
Unconscious.
Silence filled the second floor.
Alex slowly looked around.
One of the elders at the table had lifted his head and was watching the scene.
Alex quickly spoke.
"I didn''t mean to hit him."
He pointed at the unconscious Han Fei.
"It was... idental."
The elder waved his hand dismissively.
"No need to worry."
He closed his book calmly.
"I saw everything."
"He attacked you about fifty times."
The elder nced at Han Fei on the floor.
"You only returned one punch."
He looked back at Alex.
"No one will me you. But next time, try not to be so generous."
"Thank you," Alex said, bowing slightly.
Then he nced down at Han Fei lying unconscious on the floor.
Alex''s eyes narrowed.
When this man woke up, he would definitely cause trouble.
Alex had no doubt about that.
Fortunately, during the past few days of reading, Alex had studied several books on acupuncture and energy channels.
So before returning to the shelves, he crouched beside Han Fei.
With calm precision, he tapped several acupuncture points on the man''s body.
Sleep points.
Energy suppression points.
Nothing dangerous.
Just enough to make sure Han Fei wouldn''t wake up anytime soon.
Alex stood up and dusted off his hands.
"Now you can rest peacefully," he murmured.
Han Fei would remain unconscious for at least twenty-four hours.
Just to be polite, Alex even adjusted the man''s position slightly so he was lying morefortably on the floor.
Then Alex walked back to the shelves.
And continued working.
Book after book.
Page after page.
Gaia recorded everything.
Six hourster, Alex finished scanning the entire second floor.
Every single book.
There was nothing left.
Alex closed the final book and returned it to the shelf.
Then he walked toward the staircase leading to the third floor.
But before reaching the stairs, he noticed something unusual.
A long hall stretched in front of the staircase.
The walls were covered with sheets of paper.
Curious, Alex walked closer.
Each paper contained a question.
A technical question about medicine, herbs, cultivation, or rare materials.
Beneath many of the questions were written answers.
Different handwriting.
Different opinions.
Some were theories.
Some were guesses.
Alex read one of them carefully.
How can the Earth Spirit Ginseng grow longer than one meter?
Several answers had already been written below the question.
But Alex immediately recognized the problem.
None of them were correct.
He frowned slightly.
Then he smiled.
On Prussia, online forums were filled with people asking questions and helping each
other.
It was a simple way to improve knowledge and make life easier for everyone.
This ce felt simr.
So Alex decided to help.
He picked up a pen and dipped it into the ink on a nearby table.
Then he wrote below the question.
You need to add herbs like Moonlight Grass to bnce the cold yin energy surrounding the Earth Spirit Ginseng. Without neutralizing. that energy, the ginseng''s growth will weaken and it will never exceed
one meter.
Alex continued writing, carefully exining the full method for
helping the Earth Spirit Ginseng grow beyond one meter. Only after finishing the final line did he ce the pen back on the table.
Then he looked at the next paper. Another question.
Another problem.
He picked up the pen again.
Some questions wereplicated.
But Gaia analyzed the data from thousands of books Alex had already scanned.
The answers came quickly.
urate.
Precise.
Alex moved from paper to paper, writing solutions.
Sometimes the questions themselves triggered new insights.
Sometimes Gaia found connections hidden deep within the recorded knowledge.
Time passed quietly.
By the time Alex finished, every single question on the hall walls had an answer.
Alex stepped back and looked at the long corridor.
For the first time, he felt strangely satisfied.
Helping people solve problems felt... good.
Then he turned and walked toward the stairs.
Alex climbed to the third floor.
This time there was no barrier at all.
The stairs simply opened into the next level.
When he stepped onto the third floor, Alex immediately stopped.
The walls on all four sides werepletely covered with papers.
Hundreds of them.
Maybe thousands.
Every single one contained a question.
And none of them had answers yet.
On the third floor, the space was quieter than the levels below.
A long wooden table stood near the center of the room, and several shelves lined
the walls. On them rested a small collection of books-far fewer than the lower
floors.
Alex counted them roughly.
About two hundred.
He nodded to himself.
"Alright,” Alex murmured. "Let''s help themunity a little more."
He picked up the pen again and returned to the wall of unanswered questions.
Alex picked one at random.
Why do Frost Vine roots rot when nted beside Spirit Jade soil?
He read it twice.
Then Gaia responded instantly.
"Conflict between cold yin resonance and jade mineral radiation. Root tissue
copses after prolonged exposure."
Alex nodded.
Simple.
He grabbed a pen.
Then wrote neatly beneath the question:
The Frost Vine root absorbs cold yin
energy. Spirit Jade soil releases
neutral mineral radiation that disrupts the vine''s absorption cycle, causing root decay. nt Frost Vine Moon y instead to stabilize energy flow.
Alex stepped back.
Looked at the answer.
And smiled slightly.
One down.
The nk walls slowly began to change.
Because one by one-
Questions that had remained unanswered for years... even decades...
Finally received answers.
Some of the problems wereplicated. When Alex encountered one that required
deeper analysis, Gaia began processing the data in the background.
While waiting for the result, Alex simply walked to the shelves.
He skimmed the books.
Page after page.
More information for Gaia.
Then he returned to the questions and wrote the answers once Gaia finished
analyzing.
This cycle continued.
Question.
Analysis.
Book.
Answer.
Time passed quietly.
A few days slipped by while Alex worked his way through the entire wall of
problems.
Meanwhile, Han Fei slowly regained consciousness.
His head throbbed.
He opened his eyes and found himself lying on the first floor of the Medicine
Pavilion
library.
For a moment, he was confused.
Then the memory came rushing back.
That arrogant brat.
Han Fei jumped to his feet and rushed toward the stairs leading to the second floor.
But the moment he stepped forward-
A barrier blocked him.
He mmed into it and stumbled back.
"What?!"
Han Fei rushed to the elder sitting by the entrance.
"I paid one thousand merit points!" he shouted. "It took me half a year to save that!
Why can''t I enter the second floor?!"
The elder opened his eyes slowly and sighed.
"You already entered yesterday," he said calmly.
Han Fei froze.
“You spent the entire day sleeping on the second floor.”
The elder shrugged slightly.
"If you wanted to sleep, why waste a thousand merit points doing it there?"
Han Fei''s face twisted with rage.
"Someone knocked me out!" he shouted. "I was attacked!"
The elder closed his eyes again.
"I don''t care."
His voice waspletely indifferent.
"You used your merit points."
"That''s your problem."
Han Fei''s fists clenched.
One thousand merit points.
Do
you know how hard that was to earn?
A normal earth spirit ginseng only gave him ten merit points.
He had worked endlessly to collect those thousand points.
And now they were gone.
All for sleeping.
"That bastard..." Han Fei muttered through gritted teeth.
Then his eyes fell on the table.
Alex''s medallion still sat there.
Han Fei''s face darkened.
"You think you can humiliate me and walk away?" he snarled.
He turned and stormed out of the Medicine Pavilion.
"I''ll bring my brothers," he muttered coldly. "Let''s see how long you can hide."
Not long after, Han Fei gathered a group of outer disciples.
His voice was filled with anger as he spoke.
"Listen! A young brat robbed one thousand of my merit points and is hiding inside
the Medicine Pavilion library!"
His fists shook.
"I want justice!"
Immediately, several disciples stepped forward.
"Who dares rob Brother Han Fei?"
"Let''s go teach him a lesson!"
Another disciple sneered.
"Brother Han Fei is the assistant elder of the Medicine Pavilion. Who would dare disrespect him?"
One man cracked his knuckles.
"Anyone who robs my brother deserves to die."
Soon, nearly thirty outer disciples gathered.
Together they marched to the Medicine Pavilion.
They stood outside the entrance, arms crossed, eyes burning with hostility.
Waiting.
Patiently.
"For him toe out," one of them said coldly.
"When he does..."
"He''s dead."
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