47: Chapter 47: No wonder Hu Liena doesn't like you; there's a reason for it.

Lu Jing stepped into the Scripture Pavilion holding the Angelic Sacred Sword token given to him by Qian Daoliu. The bronze doors closed slowly behind him, cutting off the light from the outside.

The dome inside the hall was towering, with Soul Power lamps casting a soft glow, and the air was filled with the aged scent of ink unique to ancient books.

He walked straight toward the sandalwood desk at the entrance. Behind the desk sat an old man in grey robes, his eyelids drooping as if he were dozing, yet the aura surrounding him was as deep and imposing as a mountain—it was unmistakably the pressure of a Spirit Douluo.

"Senior." Lu Jing placed the token on the desk.

The old man opened his eyes. His murky gaze swept over the Angelic Sacred Sword pattern on the token before landing on Lu Jing's young face: "What is it?"

"This junior wishes to find books recording rare and exotic herbs. May I ask where they are located?"

Lu Jing's tone was respectful, but he was calculating rapidly in his heart: The Immortal Plant from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well was the key to breaking the deadlock in the future, but these Immortal Plants required special techniques to harvest and refine.

Although he didn't know exactly where they were, the fact that Chrysanthemum Douluo would soon be able to recognize the origins of the Immortal Plants held by Tang San and the others at a glance proved that there must be secret records regarding this in Spirit Hall! After all, the Scripture Pavilion of Spirit Hall had gathered over ten thousand years of accumulation; even if all other factions were added together, they could not compare to it.

The old man did not ask further, pressing his withered palm against the table.

The next moment, a yellowed ancient book Spirit appeared out of thin air. The pages flipped without wind, and eight spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and four black—rose from beneath his feet.

As the pages flew, countless glowing characters darted about like a galaxy, as if searching through the vast sea of books. A moment later, the book Spirit returned to silence, and the spirit rings dissipated.

"The fourth floor, seventh bookshelf on the east side."

The old man's voice was hoarse as he replied: "As for which specific volume, find it yourself."

"Thank you, Senior." Lu Jing retrieved the token, turned, and stepped onto the spiral stone stairs.

The fourth floor was darker, with bookshelves standing like silent giants.

Lu Jing's fingertips brushed over titles on the spines like 'Compendium of Herbs' and 'Illustrated Examination of Exotic Plants,' finally stopping before a dusty volume titled 'Universe Treasure Mirror.'

Opening the brittle pages, simple illustrations of various mysterious and heaven-defying medicinal herbs leaped onto the page!

Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, Blazing Apricot Delicate, Chrysanthemum of Heavenly Radiance... The small, neat script below detailed their characteristics and harvesting taboos, even marking secret methods like "use metal to sever the root, use jade to catch the dew"!

This is it! Lu Jing closed the book, his palm feeling slightly warm.

After obtaining what he wanted, he returned to the first floor, finished registering with the old man, and then walked toward the direction of the Elder Hall.

Now, everything was ready; all that was left was to borrow some people from Qian Renxue. After all, no one knew if the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well had already been occupied by Dugu Bo.

If not, then everyone would be happy, and naturally, it wouldn't take much effort. But if it were, then with just him and Wang Donger, they would surely die a miserable death. Therefore, for safety's sake, he had to be careful, careful, and more careful. After all, regardless of anything else, Dugu Bo was a powerful Titled Douluo, and certainly not an existence they could contend with right now.

The sunlight outside the Scripture Pavilion was blinding.

As soon as Lu Jing stepped out of the hall, a fiery red figure blocked the path at the bottom of the stone stairs—Yan, with his arms crossed over his chest, his red hair like flames, his school uniform outlining a sturdy physique, but his eyes carried undisguised hostility.

"Lu Jing!"

Yan approached with large strides, his gaze fixed on the ancient book in his arms, and asked: "What kind of good stuff are you hiding?"

Lu Jing frowned slightly.

Although he knew Yan, they had no interaction, so he could tell at a glance that the other party had come with bad intentions and obviously had ulterior motives. Therefore, he replied in a flat tone: "Just an ordinary book."

"Ordinary?"

Yan sneered and suddenly reached out to grab the book, saying: "Let me check!"

"Bang!"

Lu Jing dodged to the side, his right leg whipping out. His Soul Power carried a gust of wind as he kicked directly at Yan's waist and abdomen!

Yan blocked in a rush but was still knocked back three steps, causing the blue bricks on the ground to crack with a crisp sound.

"Are you courting death?!" Yan steadied his figure, rage rising in his eyes.

Lu Jing protected the book with one hand, his black eyes as calm as a cold pool: "Yan, we aren't close enough yet to be flipping through each other's things at will."

He deliberately slowed his tone, enunciating every word clearly, and reminded him: "If Hu Liena were here and wanted to take a look, I might lend it to her. As for you—"

Before he could finish, Yan's Soul Power exploded! Two yellow and one purple spirit ring released a blast of scorching air, and he shouted angrily: "Don't use Nana to suppress me! Today I'll let you, this outsider, know who is actually qualified to stand by her side!"

Hu Liena... As expected! Lu Jing understood instantly—Yan's provocation was all born from the jealousy caused by that golden-haired girl's occasional attention!

Fine, that's so Yan!

Although Lu Jing was speechless inside and had no great interest in Hu Liena, he wasn't particularly surprised by Yan's behavior; after all, this person's personality was just like that.

Under Lu Jing's gaze, Yan made the first move. Scorching magma surged from his fists, and the temperature of the practice field rose sharply—his First Spirit Ability struck toward Lu Jing's face without reservation!

Lu Jing did not move.

When the magma was three inches from his brow, his left foot suddenly retreated half a step, and his right palm accurately clamped onto Yan's wrist like a willow branch swaying in the wind.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of a dislocated wrist bone and Yan's scream erupted simultaneously!

Lu Jing spun and closed in, his elbow striking hard against Yan's ribs, and his knee slamming into his abdomen, his movements so fast they left afterimages.

Yan's protective Soul Power shattered like an eggshell, and the magma dissipated into sparks in the air before it even hit the ground.

"Pfft—!"

Yan flew backward, spitting blood, and crashed into a stone pillar by the side of the field.

Lu Jing flashed to where he landed like a ghost, grabbing him by the neck with one hand and pressing him into the pile of rubble.

"Listen."

Lu Jing looked down at that face swollen like a pig's head, his voice laced with ice: "Hu Liena is your business, it has nothing to do with me. I don't have much interest in her either. Even if I were to take a wife, it would be Wang Donger, whom I am more familiar with, not the goddess in the mouth of a simp like you."

He released his hand, letting Yan slide down like a pile of mud, and as he turned, his black robe swirled like night wings: "Bother me again, and next time it won't just be bones that break. Even if the Supreme Pontiff comes to find me personally, I will have my reasons."

"Instead of taking your anger out on me here, you'd be better off going back and training properly. Sticking to Hu Liena's side like a shameless tag-along might actually give you a sliver of a chance."

Lu Jing looked at the youth in front of him, sneered, and mocked: "It's no wonder Hu Liena doesn't fancy you; it's not without reason. Not only are your strength and talent mediocre, but your brain doesn't work very well either, to actually do something like taking your anger out on me."

After saying this, he ignored Yan's man-eating expression, turned, and left the spot, heading back in the direction of the Elder Hall.

Yan watched Lu Jing's retreating back, his anger surging to his heart, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered on the floor.

And his whole body slowly closed his eyes, fainting weakly on the ground, just like a clown, having lost all face.