After finishing his daily cultivation routine, Cheng Hui checked the time and reminded Lin Qingyang that it was time for class.

Since they arrived at the Corpse Puppet Sect a month ago, whenever Lin Qingyang had questions about cultivation, he usually sought out Zhang Yifan for answers.

Ordinary disciples didn’t have this privilege, but they could attend lectures at the Transmission Hall.

Every month, a Golden Core Elder would give a lecture there for a day.

The content of the lecture varied, and what one could learn depended largely on luck.

Cheng Hui didn’t know that within Lin Qingyang’s small body lay the soul of an adult, so he naturally assumed that Lin Qingyang would have many questions during his cultivation journey. Therefore, he made sure to note down the class times and urged Lin Qingyang to attend them regularly.

Lin Qingyang himself was quite interested in these classes. Before his transmigration, he was only at the late Foundation Establishment stage, so the teachings of a Golden Core Elder would be very beneficial to him as well.

Soon, Lin Qingyang left the small courtyard to attend the lecture at the Transmission Hall.

After he left, Cheng Hui changed into some not-so-clean clothes and slowly left the courtyard.

Recently, besides eavesdropping on various rumors, he also wandered around the Thirteen Peaks to familiarize himself with the terrain.

There were many people on the Thirteen Peaks, including Wu Youzi’s direct disciples, a large number of attendants, and ordinary disciples.

These ordinary disciples rarely showed themselves, as the atmosphere of the Corpse Puppet Sect led most people to stay secluded in their courtyards for cultivation.

As Cheng Hui walked leisurely, he occasionally encountered some people with vacant expressions. These people might suddenly fall flat on their faces while walking.

The first time he encountered this, Cheng Hui was startled and rushed over to help, only to find that the body was already cold.

Cheng Hui: …

Then, he saw those cold bodies twitch and stand up again, slowly continuing to walk forward, only to fall again not far away.

Cheng Hui: …

After that, he realized that these vacant-looking people who often fell were actually the mysterious corpses of ordinary disciples. However, their strength was low, and they didn’t have many rare resources to enhance their intelligence, making them appear quite foolish, unable to walk properly.

Compared to their clumsiness, Cheng Hui realized how special he was. He secretly felt grateful that Lin Qingyang was just a kid and might not understand what ordinary walking corpses were like. Otherwise, he might have been frightened by Cheng Hui’s performance.

Since then, he tried not to appear too smart in front of Lin Qingyang. Although he had exposed a bit of his intelligence earlier, it wasn’t too late to cover it up.

Besides, he hoped to deceive the people of the Corpse Puppet Sect; whether he could deceive Lin Qingyang was less important.

After all… this kid was just a love-struck fool. Fortunately, Cheng Hui had a righteous worldview. If Lin Qingyang encountered a scumbag, he might end up being sold and still help count the money.

Thud—

Cheng Hui clumsily fell to the ground, but before he hit the ground, he used his hands to cushion the fall, preventing his nose from getting hurt. After a while, he slowly got up, ignored the dust on his clothes, and continued to walk slowly.

The purpose of changing clothes before going out was precisely for this reason. Otherwise, with frequent falls, he’d be too busy washing clothes every day.

As he walked, he released his divine sense to eavesdrop—no, to gather information.

Cheng Hui’s eyes were vacant, and before he knew it, he had left the Thirteen Peaks. Within the Corpse Puppet Sect, low-level walking corpses like him were everywhere, making it easier for him to move around than Lin Qingyang.

As he wandered slowly, Cheng Hui didn’t feel tired and eventually found himself outside a small building.

At the entrance, an old man with white hair was dozing behind a table. The door to the small building was slightly ajar, and it was unclear if someone had sneaked in.

Cheng Hui had no fixed destination when he went out for a walk today, so he paused slightly when he saw this. The words “Library Pavilion” hung above the door, startling Cheng Hui.

Library Pavilion? Could this be a place where various cultivation techniques are stored?

He looked at the old man and then at the half-open door, feeling a bit puzzled.

No way… Shouldn’t a place like the Library Pavilion be heavily guarded? He couldn’t believe the Corpse Puppet Sect would be so generous, allowing disciples to freely choose techniques from the Library Pavilion.

Could it be that this old man was hiding his true strength? Maybe he was a Nascent Soul Elder waiting here for someone with destiny?

Various novel scenarios flashed through Cheng Hui’s mind, and he looked at the old man with a different gaze.

Could this be the legendary old grandpa?

Cheng Hui was tempted, not for himself, but for Lin Qingyang.

He and Lin Qingyang were in the same boat; if this old man was indeed a big shot, leaving a good impression would be beneficial.

Who knows, maybe one day, a word from the big shot could make you stand out.

Wouldn’t that be great?

Cheng Hui immediately tidied himself up, planning to go over and get acquainted with the big shot.

But before he could act, a cultivator suddenly descended from the sky, landing at the entrance of the Library Pavilion.

Seeing the dozing old man, the cultivator showed a displeased expression. He formed a hand seal, and with a thud, a corpse was thrown in front of the old man.

“Huh? What? Thunder?” The old man was startled, stood up in a panic, and looked around.

Seeing the young cultivator, he showed a somewhat uneasy expression.

The young cultivator sneered, “Master Sun, this is the sect’s Library Pavilion. As the pavilion master, you should be guarding it carefully, yet you’re sleeping at the entrance. Can you take responsibility if something happens?”

The old man’s face turned red, and he wanted to say something but ultimately remained silent, looking timid and submissive.

“Ha…” The young cultivator sneered.

He thought to himself, if you dared to retort, I’d think you had some backbone.

He couldn’t understand why such a useless person was still alive. If his cultivation had been crippled like this old man’s, he would have ended his life long ago.

With a flick of his sleeve, the young cultivator opened the door to the Library Pavilion and walked in.

The old man lowered his head in disappointment, muttering, “…You didn’t check my entry token…”

Cheng Hui watched this scene from afar, a question mark slowly forming above his head.

Just like that?

The image of the old man as a hidden master shattered completely.

Cheng Hui couldn’t help but touch his nose.

Well, he should have known better than to expect such good fortune.

Usually, encounters with big shots disguised as ordinary people were reserved for protagonists, not ordinary folks like him.

Although the old man wasn’t a big shot, Cheng Hui became curious about the Library Pavilion.

Judging by the lax security, it wasn’t a particularly important place.

However, being called a Library Pavilion, it must contain many interesting things, even if they weren’t cultivation techniques.

If possible, he’d like to take a look inside.

After all, he was too unfamiliar with this world, and the little he knew was from eavesdropping on others.

It’s not that people intentionally deceived him, but many things were subjective and couldn’t be judged without personal experience.

As he hesitated about whether to go and take a look, the young cultivator came out of the building like a gust of wind.

As soon as he stepped out, he saw Cheng Hui in the distance, raised an eyebrow, and was about to say something.

Cheng Hui instinctively sensed danger and quickly tripped himself, falling to the ground with a thud.

Young cultivator: …

With that fall, the young cultivator lost interest.

He initially thought this walking corpse seemed quite clever, but it turned out to be just as dumb as the others, unable to even walk properly.

Although he had a preference for using good-looking corpse puppets, there were plenty like Cheng Hui, and it wasn’t worth the effort to bother with an ordinary walking corpse.

The young cultivator formed a hand seal, and his figure quickly disappeared into the sky.

Cheng Hui felt the unsettling gaze that had been on him disappear and let out a long breath.

As he prepared to get up, he suddenly felt a rough hand helping him up.

He stood up with the help and saw the old man kindly brushing off the dust from his clothes.

“Hey, whose family are you from? Oh, a life-bound mysterious corpse? Haven’t seen you before.”

The old man smiled kindly, treating Cheng Hui like an ordinary person rather than a mindless walking corpse.

Cheng Hui opened his mouth, “Ah ba ah ba…”

“Oh, you can make sounds now, not bad.”

The old man seemed to like Cheng Hui, and hearing his silly sounds, he was even a bit surprised.

Cheng Hui’s mouth twitched as he listened to the old man say, “Oh, but it seems like your face is twitching a bit. Don’t worry, as your master’s power increases, you’ll become more and more capable.”

The old man was unexpectedly kind to Cheng Hui.

He led Cheng Hui to sit beside the Library Pavilion, even finding a small cushion for him to sit on, afraid he might catch a chill.

Cheng Hui knew the old man didn’t need him to speak; he just needed a listener.

So, he sat quietly, listening to the old man’s slow storytelling.

The old man seemed to know a lot, and Cheng Hui, listening from the side, indeed heard many miscellaneous secrets.

From what the old man said, he seemed to have been a young genius of the Corpse Puppet Sect.

However, his fate was unfortunate, and his luck wasn’t great.

When he was at the peak of Foundation Establishment, about to break through to the Golden Core stage, he encountered a secret realm.

In that secret realm, he faced many dangers, even losing his life-bound mysterious corpse, and his own foundation was destroyed, leaving him with no future progress.

In cultivation, it’s always about advancing or regressing.

For someone like him, whose path was clearly cut off and had no future prospects, it was almost as if the sect had abandoned him.

At the very least, the sect wouldn’t invest more resources in him.

As a person with no future, he was assigned to guard this almost deserted Library Pavilion.