The old man, Baili, waved his sleeves, and two white scrolls floated up simultaneously, emitting a bright white light that complemented each other.

The old man held the white scrolls in his hands and examined them carefully, truly admiring, “Qin family boy, I underestimated you.”

“Heh.” Qin Feng sneered, “cherish words like gold”, showing off his expert demeanor. The feeling of being looked down upon and then slapping the person in the face was truly satisfying. However, the cost was a bit high; he hadn’t fully recovered even now.

But what happened just now? He simply wanted to write the second line of the couplet, but a powerful force was hindering him. If it weren’t for the support of the Literature Qi in his Divine Sea, he probably wouldn’t have been able to write a single word!

Cang Feilan looked at the second line in the old man’s hands. Her pale blue eyes seemed to be glowing with delight. Clearly, she was very happy, but she said with a lack of sincerity, “Not bad. However, if you give me a little more time, I could come up with it too.”

Qin Feng’s mouth twitched at the strong-willed Miss Cang’s remark, but he didn’t comment.

“This couplet is indeed good, but it’s a pity that the characters in the second line are a bit ugly,” Baili sighed.

“What do you know? This is called wild cursive!” Qin Feng blushed, defending himself.

Calligraphy is about style, and different people have different opinions.

“Yeah, that’s right. According to the previous agreement, the two of you can enter together.” Baili cleared his throat and naturally rolled up the second line, intending to put it away.

At this moment, Cang Feilan extended her fair arm and placed it in front of the old man.

“What are you doing?” The old man looked alert.

Cang Feilan returned to her previous frosty demeanor and said coldly, “This second line was written by him. Why did you put it away? Give it back!”

“You, little girl, this second line isn’t of much use to you. Why fight with me? If it doesn’t work, I’ll give you the first line instead.”

“I can differentiate between the value of an original and a replica.”

Qin Feng listened, utterly confused. What original and replica were they talking about? The book didn’t mention that. But this old guy seemed to really want his second line. Could it be some kind of treasure?

“No, I won’t give it!” The old man started to act like a spoiled child, clutching the second line of the couplet to his chest.

“If I’m not mistaken, your Dragon Whisker Brush is running out of ink,” Cang Feilan narrowed her eyes. The old man widened his eyes at her words, struggled for a moment, and reluctantly handed over the second line.

Seeing this scene, Qin Feng was utterly baffled. He hadn’t expected Cang Feilan to fight so fiercely for his things against this seemingly extraordinary old man.

It seemed like she had a special place for him in her heart. How delightful.

Feeling somewhat recovered, Qin Feng stood up, brushed off the dust from his body. He reached out to take the second line, but he saw Cang Feilan calmly tuck the white scroll of the second line into her waist’s Demon Slaying Token.

His hand, suspended in mid-air, looked embarrassingly awkward.

“Uh…”

“What’s wrong?”

“Miss Cang, my second line…”

“Second line? What second line?”

“It’s…”

“Don’t waste time. Let’s go in quick.”

Qin Feng stood there dumbfounded.

The old man Baili sneered, reclining back in his wicker chair, leisurely waving his fan as if this ending seemed to have been within his expectations.

Cang Feilan paid no attention and took the lead, with Qin Feng following closely behind. The two of them entered the door of the Listen To Rain Pavillion.

The old man reminded, “You’re only allowed to explore the first three floors.”

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng raised an eyebrow. From the outside, the attic indeed appeared to have only three floors. The old man’s words were truly inexplicable.

However, when he fully stepped inside the attic, he couldn’t help but be astonished by the sight before him. The interior of the attic resembled a spiral staircase from Western Europe, each level forming a ring. Various types of books adorned the walls, their quantity incalculable.

Looking up, the seemingly small attic from the outside was actually nine stories high!

At the top of the attic, white mist lingered, indistinct and seemingly like the summit of a mountain deep within the clouds.

“How is this possible?” Qin Feng couldn’t believe his eyes.

“This object is a treasure, forming its own space. What you see outside is just its appearance,” Cang Feilan said, her eyes showing a hint of excitement beneath the black veil covering her face.

“I’ll wander around and find something to eat. Help yourself.” With these words, Cang Feilan left on her own.

Find something to eat? Are there other things here besides the book?

Qin Feng was puzzled, but when he looked at Cang Feilan, she had already ascended to the second floor using the stairs.

“Well, reading is more important. If I can memorize all the books here and absorb the literary aura, even if it can’t help me reach the ninth rank, it won’t be too far off!”

Qin Feng suppressed his excitement, focusing his attention on his eyes. Golden light flashed in his eyes, and he quickly began to flip through the books on the first floor.

Beside the door of the Listen To Rain Pavilion, Baili, the old man, sat with his legs crossed, his eyes half-closed in contentment. A breeze blew, lifting the white hair on his forehead. His lips curled slightly upwards.

Time passed quietly. When they had arrived, the sun was high in the sky. In the blink of an eye, it was setting in the west.

Qin Feng’s movements didn’t stop. He kept changing one book after another.

“This Listen To Rain Pavilion is truly extraordinary. Not only is there a wide variety of books, but each one is a masterpiece. The contents are detailed, and there are many annotations. In the martial arts environment of the Great Qian Dynasty, it’s not easy to collect all these. But what exactly is the identity of that old man? And why is he staying in such a remote place as Jinyang City?”

In his confusion, Qin Feng didn’t notice that a book on his right moved on its own and shifted to his hand.

After finishing the current book, he naturally picked up the one that had moved.

“‘Tradition of Literature Saint Dao Lineage’? The title is somewhat interesting.”

Qin Feng flipped through the book, preparing to read it quickly. However, the content on the first page made him freeze in place.

“This is actually a book about the Literature Saint Dao Lineage!”

The opening lines were: “All things are inferior, only reading is noble!”

Qin Feng’s eyelids twitched. If this was seen by a martial expert or a practitioner of the Hundred Ghosts Dao, they would probably tear this book to pieces.

He even speculated that there were almost no books about the Tradition of Literature Saint Dao Lineage on the market in the Great Qian Dynasty. Could it be that the content inside was all so infuriating?

“In ancient times, scholars were mostly pretentious and noble. Even in the Great Qian Dynasty, which worshiped martial arts, this phenomenon didn’t seem to have changed much.”

The pages flipped rapidly, and Qin Feng read with great interest, gaining a deeper understanding of the Literature Saint Dao Lineage.

Previously, he only knew that the ninth rank was the Foundation Building stage, and the eighth rank was the Illuminated Heart stage. However, he didn’t know what the next realm was called. The book, “Tradition Of Literature Saint Dao Lineage,” contained records on this.

“The seventh rank is Righteous Qi, the sixth rank is Fate Divination…”