Chapter 62
Chapter 62: I Only Like Myself!
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After Senior Sister Susu finished her simple explanation of how to use different weapons, this day’s lesson officially came to an end.
“Let’s go, to the Scripture Pavilion.”
Luo Chenxi reached out and picked up the long spear leaning against the table. The spear shaft was entirely fiery red, but the spear tip gleamed with a cold, sharp light.
She had not yet obtained a storage ring, so naturally she had no way to store this long spear. She could only sling it diagonally across her shoulder. As she walked, the spear shaft occasionally touched the ground lightly, making dull “thud thud” sounds.
Most of the disciples in the classroom were like her, without convenient storage tools, so various weapons were casually placed beside them.
Long sabers leaned against table legs, short swords were placed horizontally across knees in their sheaths.
Some people held banners and mirrors flickering with spiritual light, and there were even those carrying giant axes half as tall as a person, making the already cramped classroom even more crowded.
Lin Muyu calmly took out that round bead from her sleeve with a composed expression, holding it in her palm as a weapon.
Here, there were plenty of weapons more bizarre than beads.
For example, that seemingly frail female disciple sitting diagonally in front was actually holding a fluffy fox tail in her arms, who knew how she planned to use it.
But what drew the most attention was that tall, thin male disciple in the back row.
He held a white jade rod in both hands, its shape so strange it was indescribable.
Yet he showed no shame whatsoever, instead enthusiastically showing it off to other male disciples, causing everyone to retreat at least one seat away from him.
Their dodging manner was even more exaggerated than when facing the imposing Luo Chenxi.
After all, Luo Chenxi would at most beat them up, but what this male disciple might do was anyone’s guess…
“Alright.”
Lin Muyu replied casually.
However, her eyes still secretly glanced at that jade rod. The moment her gaze touched it, she hurriedly looked away, but inexplicably felt a wave of melancholy in her heart.
She suddenly missed her little brother a bit, but those marks belonging to the past had already disappeared forever…
“What are you looking at?”
Luo Chenxi’s ethereal voice suddenly rang in her ear, carrying a chilling insight that could see through hearts, like the King of Hell whispering for souls in a dark alley. Lin Muyu’s entire body stiffened in shock.
“No… nothing.”
Lin Muyu’s voice unconsciously carried a few traces of panic, and she nearly failed to grip the bead at her fingertips.
“I think you’re having spring fever.”
Luo Chenxi raised an eyebrow, her tone carrying deliberate teasing, but those clear eyes were sharp as knives, without a trace of jest.
“How is that possible? I don’t like men at all.”
Lin Muyu immediately retorted.
“Don’t like men? Then do you like…”
Luo Chenxi only said half her sentence, drawing out the ending with a probing tone.
But Lin Muyu was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, hurriedly interrupting:
“I only like myself! I don’t like anyone else!”
“Oh? Is that so? You really are narcissistic~”
Luo Chenxi drawled, the probing in her eyes deepening.
Seeing her expression becoming increasingly strange, Lin Muyu quickly changed the subject:
“Weren’t we going to the Scripture Pavilion? Let’s not talk about this anymore.”
Before she finished speaking, she had already run out of the classroom quickly, her retreating figure looking somewhat rushed, as if fleeing in panic.
Luo Chenxi watched her retreating figure, a complex and indecipherable depth flashing in her eyes, then picked up her long spear and followed at an unhurried pace.
Before long, the two stood in front of the Scripture Pavilion.
This magnificent building stood in the heart of the sect grounds, a 10-story pavilion towering high, with flying eaves and upturned corners carved with intricate cloud patterns that gleamed with ancient luster in the sunlight.
“Wow, this Scripture Pavilion is really huge.”
Lin Muyu looked up at this building that was even more magnificent than she had imagined, unable to help but exclaim in admiration.
This pavilion was not only towering but also covered an area comparable to several football fields. The main gate alone was over 3 meters high.
Above the gate hung three vigorous and powerful characters reading “Scripture Pavilion,” with faint spiritual light flowing through them, clearly treasures imbued with spiritual power.
Such a large Scripture Pavilion must have scriptures piled up like mountains inside.
“Qinglan Sect is after all an established sect with over 10,000 years of heritage. Its foundation naturally cannot be compared to those emerging sects.”
Luo Chenxi explained softly, her gaze sweeping over the pavilion’s flying eaves, her tone carrying some reverence for the sect.
“Then let’s go in quickly!”
Lin Muyu could no longer contain her curiosity and pulled Luo Chenxi’s sleeve as they walked toward the pavilion gate.
Just as they stepped through the gate, a gentle blue light swept over them from above the doorway, carrying faint spiritual power fluctuations that caused no harm.
Before they could react, a woman dressed in a plain robe with scroll patterns had quietly appeared before them. She had gentle eyebrows and an elegant temperament like ink, surrounded by a faint scholarly fragrance that made one forget worldly concerns upon seeing her.
“You must be Lin Muyu and Luo Chenxi, right?”
The woman’s voice was gentle and pleasant, like a clear mountain spring flowing over jade, causing Lin Muyu to be somewhat dazed, while Luo Chenxi remained composed, clearly having expected this.
“You’re wondering how I know your names, aren’t you?”
Seeing Lin Muyu’s bewildered expression, the woman couldn’t help but laugh lightly, shallow dimples appearing at the corners of her eyes.
Lin Muyu instinctively nodded, her eyes full of curiosity and confusion.
“Because you registered with the sect.”
The woman smiled and reached out to gently tap Lin Muyu’s forehead, her fingertip carrying a faint ink fragrance and warmth.
Lin Muyu still looked confused, the puzzlement in her eyes not diminishing at all.
“She is the weapon spirit of the Scripture Pavilion. Her true form is an ancient tome that reaches the heavens, and she’s also the manager here. Information on all sect disciples has long been recorded with her.”
Luo Chenxi explained from the side, her tone flat but clear.
Only then did Lin Muyu understand, looking at the woman with a few more traces of wonder:
“I see! How do you know everything?”
“Stupid. If you just went out and asked around more, you should know these things. I really don’t know where you spend all your time.”
Luo Chenxi rolled her eyes, her tone carrying undisguised disdain.
Lin Muyu felt somewhat embarrassed by her words and unconsciously scratched her head.
Apart from attending classes and cultivating each day, she just played with Xiao Bai’s tail. She really hadn’t paid much attention to the sect’s miscellaneous news, interesting stories, and rules.
“You little one are really cute~”
Watching the two bicker, the woman couldn’t help but laugh gently, her voice full of tenderness.
“Let me introduce myself. I’m called Shu Mo, and I’m the manager of this Scripture Pavilion. You can ask me about anything.”
As she spoke, she affectionately ruffled Lin Muyu’s head, her movements natural and intimate.
Luo Chenxi glanced at Shu Mo with dissatisfaction, the corners of her mouth slightly downturned, clearly thinking this weapon spirit was being too familiar.
Lin Muyu didn’t mind at all. Her attention had already been attracted by the countless scriptures densely packed on the surrounding bookshelves.
Those neatly arranged scrolls made her eyes shine with excitement, her heart full of desire to browse through them.
“So what kinds of books are here?”