46: Chapter 46: Time Flies!

Time flew by, and six years passed in the blink of an eye.

In the core area of Spirit Hall, within an elegant courtyard, the morning light was faint.

Lu Jing had shed the childishness of his youth, growing into a tall, straight, and handsome young man.

Between his brows was a hint of composure that surpassed his age, and his eyes were deep, occasionally flashing with an imperceptible glint.

Thanks to the massive resources poured into him by Spirit Hall, combined with his own talent and hard work, his Soul Power level had reached a staggering forty-eight.

What was even more astonishing was his spirit ring configuration: one purple and three black!

This almost broke the common sense of the Spirit Master's world.

Of course, it was not that Tian Meng Ice Silkworm could not raise his first spirit ring to black; it was just that Lu Jing knew well that a purple spirit ring could still be explained as a result of innate talent or a lucky encounter.

However, without the help of a Divinity, raising spirit ring cultivation was truly too shocking and difficult to justify, potentially attracting unnecessary trouble and suspicion, so he chose to keep a low profile.

And sitting opposite him, Wang Donger was breathtakingly beautiful.

At seventeen, she was like a flower bud that had fully bloomed, her beauty so stunning that it could eclipse the sun and moon.

She wore a well-tailored blue and pink dress, which outlined her tall and graceful figure, with exquisite and curvaceous lines.

Her skin was fairer than snow and seemed ready to break at a touch.

Her long, pink-blue hair draped softly behind her shoulders, and her eyes were like the purest gems, shimmering with a lively and noble luster.

She seemed to be enveloped in a hazy halo, sacred and pure, like a fairy from the nine heavens who had descended into the mortal World.

That peerless elegance was enough to move anyone, yet no one would dare to harbor even the slightest thought of blasphemy.

Her cultivation had also steadily risen to level fifty-three, with a standard spirit ring configuration of yellow, purple, purple, black, black.

Without the secret assistance of Tang San and the Clear Sky Sect, although her cultivation speed was still worthy of being called a genius, it was indeed slightly slower compared to the original trajectory.

The two quietly enjoyed their exquisite breakfast, the atmosphere warm and harmonious.

Six years of spending every day together and cultivating together had allowed their relationship to long surpass that of ordinary friends; an indescribable tacit understanding and closeness flowed between them.

Lu Jing put down the silver cutlery in his hand, looked at the girl opposite him who was unrealistically beautiful, and suddenly spoke: "Sister Donger, do you want to go out for a walk?"

Wang Donger was sipping herbal tea in small sips; hearing this, she was slightly stunned, her long eyelashes blinking, and a trace of doubt in her beautiful eyes: "Go out? Where to?"

Lu Jing's lips curled into a sunny smile, full of the vigor of a youth: "Of course, traveling around the continent! Douluo Continent is so big, we can't just stay in Spirit City and cultivate forever, right? Let's go see the outside World, experience different customs, and go through some interesting things. We might even find a chance for a breakthrough."

Wang Donger put down her teacup, pursed her pink lips, and a light of expectation gradually lit up in her eyes.

She had grown up in the Clear Sky Sect, and was later brought to Spirit Hall by a space-time tunnel.

Although her status was noble and her life affluent, she had indeed rarely had the opportunity to truly travel the continent freely.

Lu Jing's proposal was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in her heart.

"Hmm..."

She pondered for a moment, then smiled, a smile that seemed to brighten the entire courtyard, and agreed: "Okay! That sounds very interesting. When are we leaving?"

Seeing her agree, Lu Jing was also happy: "No rush, give me three days to prepare. I need to arrange some things and also prepare some supplies for the road."

"No problem."

Wang Donger nodded readily and said: "It just so happens that I need to tidy up too."

After breakfast, Lu Jing went alone to the depths of the Elder Hall, outside the hall where Qian Daoliu practiced in seclusion.

After announcing himself, he walked in.

Qian Daoliu was still wearing a gray robe, sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat, his body exuding an aura as vast as the sea.

Seeing Lu Jing enter, he slowly opened his eyes, his golden eyes looking gently at this young man in whom he placed high hopes.

"High Priest." Lu Jing bowed respectfully.

"Xiao Jing, what is it?" Qian Daoliu's voice was peaceful yet full of majesty.

"I would like to go to the Scripture Pavilion to check some information. I might need your order to enter the top floor area." Lu Jing stated his purpose directly.

After his gaze lingered on Lu Jing for a moment, he did not hesitate, flipping his hand to take out a token made of special metal and engraved with the Angelic Sacred Sword pattern, and handed it over.

"Go ahead. The books on the top floor of the Scripture Pavilion are precious and involve many secrets. Be careful when reading them, and do not damage them." Qian Daoliu instructed.

"Thank you, High Priest, I understand." Lu Jing took the heavy token, which contained a special Soul Power fluctuation, with both hands, feeling reassured.

Leaving the Elder Hall, Lu Jing headed straight for one of the most core and heavily guarded areas of Spirit City — the Spirit Hall Scripture Pavilion.

Looking from afar, the Scripture Pavilion gave people a sense of heaviness and magnificence.

It was not an ordinary high-rise building, but a magnificent stone hall built against the mountain.

Its main body was built with huge, unknown blue-black rocks.

After ten thousand years of wind and rain, the stone walls were covered with traces of vicissitudes and profound spirit tool runes, faintly exuding a powerful defensive fluctuation.

The entire building was nine stories high, like a silent giant overlooking Spirit City.

In front of the hall gate stood two huge angel statues, holding the Angelic Sacred Sword, with solemn expressions, exuding a sacred and majestic aura that inspired awe.

The heavy bronze gate was tightly closed, and two rows of guards with condensed auras and sharp eyes stood at the entrance, all at least at the Spirit King level.

Lu Jing showed Qian Daoliu's order.

After carefully checking it, the guards bowed respectfully and let him pass.

The heavy bronze gate slowly opened with a low roar, and a special scent mixed with old paper, ink, and the accumulation of time rushed towards him.

Stepping inside, Lu Jing felt as if he had entered an ocean of knowledge.

The interior space was extremely vast, with a high dome inlaid with spirit tool lamps that emitted a soft light.

Rows of huge bookshelves reaching the dome were neatly arranged, as dense as a forest.

The bookshelves were densely packed with countless books, scrolls, jade slips, stone tablets... of various materials and spanning a great range of eras.

The air was filled with a quiet and solemn atmosphere, with only the occasional rustle of pages turning.

Here, almost all the precious documents collected, organized, and stored by Spirit Hall since its establishment over ten thousand years ago were kept.

From the most basic Spirit Master cultivation theories, Spirit Beast encyclopedias, and Spirit diagrams, to continental geography, historical secrets of various countries, lost spirit tool blueprints, high-level Spirit Ability analyses, and even fragments of legends about Divinity and ancient ruins... it was undoubtedly the number one database in Douluo Continent.