162: Chapter 162 Three High-Level Spiritual Techniques, the Beginning of Martial Arts, A Powerful Strike!

Lu Qingyun froze in place. His mind went blank. What was going on? "I just wanted to borrow some access permissions; why are you taking off your socks? And in front of so many people?"

Watching the white pantyhose drift down through the air, an indescribable sense of disgust instantly surged in Lu Qingyun's heart. He had lived two lifetimes and had seen countless perverts, but this was the first time he had encountered someone like Luo Qing, who would proactively fling her own intimate apparel into someone else's face. Did this woman have something seriously wrong with her brain?

He slowly reached out his hand... To Luo Qing, this reaching gesture completely confirmed her suspicions. A knowing smile curled the corners of her mouth, her chin lifted higher, and her eyes were filled with smug triumph. "As expected! Why pretend to be aloof? You're still completely under my control! I knew it, all those cat-and-mouse games you played before were just to get my attention! Can't keep up the act now, can you? Hmph, men!"

Luo Qing crossed her arms, wearing an expression that said, "I saw through you a long time ago," waiting for Lu Qingyun to eagerly catch her pantyhose and then reveal that lecherous yet grateful look. However, the next moment. "Whoosh—" A cluster of orange-red flames suddenly rose from Lu Qingyun's fingertips. The flame was small but carried an extremely high temperature, causing the air to distort slightly.

Under Luo Qing's stunned gaze, the flame landed precisely on the falling pantyhose. "Boom!" The cotton pantyhose ignited upon contact with the fire, instantly turning into a blazing fireball. In just a short second, the entire pair of pantyhose was burned clean, leaving not even a speck of ash behind, with only a faint smell of burnt fabric drifting in the air.

The smile on Luo Qing's face froze instantly. She widened her eyes, staring in disbelief at the flame still dancing on Lu Qingyun's fingertips, her brain completely shutting down. "He... he burned my pantyhose? He actually burned it?!"

Just then, an aged and indifferent voice came from the direction of the stairs. "In the place of books, open flames are prohibited, and noise is prohibited." It was the old professor who had been sitting there with his eyes closed, resting. He kept his eyes closed and didn't even lift his head, as if he had just casually spoken an unimportant sentence. But this light sentence exploded like a thunderclap in Luo Qing's ears.

Luo Qing snapped back to reality. She only then realized that she and Lu Qingyun were not the only two people here! There was an old professor who had been watching from the side! The entire process of her taking off her socks and throwing them had been witnessed by him!

In an instant, a wave of heat surged from Luo Qing's neck to the top of her head. Her cheeks turned as red as a boiled shrimp in a flash, and even her earlobes were tinged with pink. Shame! Extreme shame! Luo Qing wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. What on earth was she doing just now! To actually do such a shameless thing in front of another person!

The loud reprimand that had been on the tip of her tongue could now no longer be spoken. She could only lower her voice, speaking at a volume only the two of them could hear, glaring at Lu Qingyun and gritting her teeth: "What are you doing!" There was a hint of imperceptible grievance in her voice.

She had already done all of this! As a maiden, she was willing to lower her pride and use such a method to compensate him! Was this not sincere enough? Why did he have to despise her so much? Why did he have to burn her intentions into ashes?

Seeing her aggrieved appearance, Lu Qingyun felt not a shred of guilt; instead, his expression turned even uglier. He took several steps back, covering his mouth and nose tightly with one hand, while waving the other hand continuously in front of his nose. "I can't handle this stuff of yours." Lu Qingyun's voice was full of disgust and repulsion. "I just wanted to borrow your access permissions to go up to the fourth floor and take a look."

Luo Qing: "..." Brain rebooting... Access permissions? The fourth floor? Luo Qing was completely petrified. She stared blankly at Lu Qingyun's face, which was full of disgust, and then recalled her own actions just now... "Boom!" Luo Qing felt as if her head had been blown open by a bomb. Boiling blood rushed to the top of her head once again; this time, even her neck turned completely red.

Embarrassing! Too embarrassing! She had never been this embarrassed in her entire life! Luo Qing could no longer hold it in. She ripped her gilded identity token from her waist and threw it forcefully toward Lu Qingyun. "Take it!" Luo Qing's voice was laced with tears, and she ran toward the stairs without looking back. "Just leave it at the front desk when you're done!" By the time her voice faded, her figure had already disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Lu Qingyun reached out and caught the flying identity token, watching Luo Qing's retreating figure as she fled in a panic, looking completely bewildered. "Is this woman sick?" Lu Qingyun muttered, casually wiping the non-existent dust off the token. However, he couldn't be bothered to care. His goal had been achieved anyway. Luo Qing didn't ask about his purpose for entering the fourth floor, which saved him quite a bit of trouble. After all, with his current status as a Yukong Realm lecturer, wanting to access Divine Intent Level Spirit Arts was inherently an unusual thing.

This scene naturally fell into the eyes of the old professor. The old professor slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the gilded token in Lu Qingyun's hand, then glanced at the direction where Luo Qing had disappeared, silently shook his head, and sighed. Lu Qingyun couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the old geezer lying there playing dead. He took Luo Qing's identity token and walked straight to the entrance of the fourth floor.

"Beep! Identity verification passed." A cold mechanical voice sounded, and the energy barrier that had previously blocked Lu Qingyun instantly vanished. Lu Qingyun stepped into the core area of the Jingdu Martial Arts University library—the fourth floor. Unlike the bustling noise of the three floors below, the fourth floor appeared extremely empty and quiet. Throughout the entire floor, there were only four huge dark wood bookshelves. The books on the shelves were placed in a disorderly fashion, some horizontal, some vertical, and some even piled directly on the floor. Clearly, almost no one came here on a daily basis, let alone anyone specifically to tidy up.

Lu Qingyun scanned them. Four bookshelves, categorized. The first bookshelf contained Divine Intent Level cultivation manuals. The second bookshelf contained various Spirit Arts secret texts. The third bookshelf contained the cultivation insights and biographies of Divine Intent Level experts. The fourth bookshelf contained some miscellaneous notes. After all, Jingdu Martial Arts University was a top martial arts institution in China, so it was naturally impossible for them to place their most core heritage in such a place where anyone with sufficient access could enter. The true bottom-of-the-box ultimate techniques were surely held by those Dharma Aspect Realm masters and the principal.

However, for Lu Qingyun right now, this was already enough. His goal was very clear—Spirit Arts. Lu Qingyun walked straight to the second bookshelf. Spirit Arts were special techniques that only experts who had reached the Divine Intent Level could cultivate. Unlike martial arts that relied purely on blood-qi and brute force, Spirit Arts were techniques involving the use of Divine Intent. Practitioners used their own Divine Intent as a guide, and with a single thought, could create all kinds of supernatural powers.

Lu Qingyun's gaze swept quickly, skipping over all the ordinary Spirit Arts, focusing on the few available high-level Spirit Arts. "Burning Heaven Flame," "Void Transformation," "Divine Will Storm," "Ten Thousand Laws Return to Void." As the saying goes, trying to chew too much makes it hard to digest. Although with Lu Qingyun's cultivation speed, successfully cultivating a Spirit Art was extremely simple and he could chew it thoroughly, those ordinary Spirit Arts were truly useless. Even with his cultivation speed, high-level Spirit Arts might soon fail to keep up with his pace.

Thus, he narrowed them down further. In the end, he only selected the last three high-level Spirit Arts. "Void Transformation" was for defense and escape. "Divine Will Storm" was used for attack, simple and brutal. And the final "Ten Thousand Laws Return to Void" was an extremely special Spirit Art that could significantly restrict enemies, providing no small amount of assistance whether used for defending against enemies or escaping. After flipping through them all to ensure they appeared on his system panel, Lu Qingyun did not waste time and headed toward the cultivation manual bookshelf.

Although these were all Divine Intent Level cultivation manuals that he currently did not need, and many were even incomplete, far less powerful than the Heavenly Demon Arts, he didn't care. He fused them all into his existing cultivation methods. The reason was very simple: he could switch freely between every integrated cultivation method, even directly reaching a perfect level! It was precisely because of this function that he could continuously open alt accounts. "Done." Lu Qingyun clapped his hands and nodded with satisfaction.

Feeling the massive amount of knowledge regarding Spirit Arts and cultivation methods that had appeared in his mind, a smile curled the corners of Lu Qingyun's mouth. Immediately, his gaze fell onto the third bookshelf. There, biographies and cultivation insights of various Divine Intent Level experts were placed. Lu Qingyun flipped through a few books, but for Lu Qingyun, who possessed a system, these things were worthless. He shook his head and placed the books back in their original positions.

Just as he was preparing to leave, his gaze unintentionally swept over a tattered book on the bottom shelf of the fourth bookshelf. The book had no cover, the pages had turned yellow, and the edges were severely worn, making it look completely unremarkable. On the spine, four crooked characters were written with a brush— "The Beginning of Martial Dao." "The Beginning of Martial Dao?" Lu Qingyun raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit of interest. He knew that the martial arts system of this world began to rise about seven hundred years ago. Seven hundred years ago, an extraterrestrial meteorite crashed onto Blue Planet, bringing with it fierce beasts that ravaged the globe. In their desperate situation, humanity created the current martial arts system.

As for more detailed content, Lu Qingyun didn't know. His predecessor was just an honest and dull poor boy who couldn't possibly have access to these secret stories. Lu Qingyun bent down and picked up the tattered book. The book was very thin, only a dozen pages, but it was only half a book. As for the other half, he didn't know if it had been torn out by someone who read it before. He flipped it open casually. The handwriting inside was very sloppy, as if the author had just recorded it casually. Lu Qingyun browsed through it quickly. However, the more he read, the more disappointed his expression became.

The content written in this book was almost exactly the same as what he already knew. It was all about how, seven hundred years ago, an extraterrestrial meteorite descended, spiritual energy recovered, and fierce beasts ran rampant. Then, the predecessors of humanity rushed forward in succession, fought bloody battles, combined ancient martial arts, researched the method of blood-qi cultivation, and pioneered the lineage of martial artists. The only difference was that the author of the book seemed to have a different view on the cultivation system. They felt that while the current Martial Dao was incomparably prosperous, it seemed to have gone down a wrong path... "Tsk—boring." Lu Qingyun curled his lip and tossed the unfinished book back onto the bookshelf.

He did not stay any longer and turned to walk toward the stairs. When he reached the third floor, that old professor opened his eyes once again. He glanced at the wall clock. From the time Lu Qingyun entered the fourth floor until he came out now, a total of less than three minutes had passed. The old professor's face showed undisguised contempt and disappointment. He shook his head and sighed heavily. After a while, a shadow fell, blocking the light. He opened his eyes in confusion, and his pupils suddenly contracted! A fist was rapidly enlarging in his pupils! Bang—!! A solid punch made him sleep exceptionally peacefully... Vaguely, he seemed to hear a mutter. "You old immortal, what the f*** are you sighing for..." ...