won’t play with us, we’ll play on our own. Hmph!” Zhu'er pouted, making Tao Ci chuckle. Over the past few years, he had dedicated several hours daily to immersing himself in the academy's library to better understand this new world.

Although the Chaoyang Sect wasn’t what it used to be, its library had been meticulously preserved. It contained records from the War of the Gods down to the current state of the world. The variety of books was vast, covering practically every field imaginable. Over the years, Tao Ci had indulged himself in this treasure trove of knowledge, relishing the satisfaction of his bookworm tendencies.

His primary interest lay in reference materials about rare plants, herbs, and the human body. The Jiuyang Continent, as an esteemed remnant of a celestial realm, was replete with countless treasures and medical elixirs that dazzled the eyes. With knowledge spanning two lifetimes, Tao Ci understood the invaluable nature of this information—it was a priceless asset ensuring he wouldn’t be easily deceived in the future.

Tao Ci also delved into medical theories, preparing for future cultivation. The current teachings at the sect were only effective for physical training and health, rather than traditional Daoist cultivation.

Researching the human body was a foundational aspect of cultivating Dao. Would the human body in this world differ from its novel depictions in his previous world? This question fueled Tao Ci's deep interest. Understanding such concepts early would better prepare him for future cultivation.

The library was situated in a relatively secluded area of the sect, usually visited by only a few specific senior brothers and elders.

“Gramps, I’m here to read,” Tao Ci called out.

“Swish... swish...” The old man in a green robe, face calm, continued sweeping the ground without acknowledging Tao Ci.

Shrugging, Tao Ci thought, *Same old routine*.

“Third Martial Uncle! Let me in!”

In no time, the scenery before him changed, revealing an opening in the restriction. Tao Ci leaped in, and the scene soon returned to normal.

The sweeping elder seemed oblivious, continuing to sweep despite the absence of fallen leaves in this season. He slowly moved his broom from one end of the path to the other, seemingly aimless but perhaps organizing something unseen.

Tao Ci had a hunch that the old man could also help him open the door, though the right time had yet to come. Hence, he routinely tried his luck every day. Today was no different, and he had grown accustomed to it—Third Martial Uncle always let him in anyway. The elder kept sweeping, a single leaf falling and vanishing beneath the broom.

"Xiao Ci, you’re here,” Third Martial Uncle greeted warmly, making Tao Ci feel at ease.

“Little Xiao Ci knows the power of knowledge. Th

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