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Chapter 272 The 5th Floor of the Sword Sect's Scripture Pavilion

Lin Feng stepped off the stage.

Yue'e quickly picked up the teapot and went to Lin Feng's side to pour him a bowl of tea.

The tea was just the right temperature, and Lin Feng picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

"Thank you, senior sister."

"Junior brother, you really made your master proud today."

Several other senior brothers and sisters also came over to praise Lin Feng.

Wu Jinlei: "Junior brother, your movement technique is even better than mine. You should teach your senior brother later."

Hong Batian patted Lin Feng on the shoulder, "Junior Brother is decisive enough. He should have killed all these bastards."

Zhu Linghua: "With Junior Brother's talent, breaking through to the Innate Realm is definitely not a problem."

Lin Feng responded to his fellow disciples as he walked.

He walked up to Mr. Hong, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Teacher, your disciple has won."

Mr. Hong smiled and nodded, "Well done. Now that the competition is over, let's go home."

Yue'e pushed Mr. Hong, with Lin Feng and other disciples following behind him. They were surrounded by more than 5,000 martial artists as they walked back together.

As soon as Mr. Hong's people left.

The other martial artists in the stands immediately felt much lighter, and many of them were breathing heavily.

Today, Mr. Hong's side committed murder, which put immense pressure on everyone present.

They only dared to leave after Mr. Hong and the others left.

After walking for a while, Lin Feng suddenly noticed a nine-story tower in the distance.

Lin Feng pointed to the tall tower and asked Wu Jinlei beside him, "Second Senior Brother, what is that tall tower?"

"That's the Sword Sect's Scripture Repository."

Lin Feng's eyes lit up. "There must be quite a few secret manuals in there, right?"

"Of course, the Sword Sect has thousands of years of history and countless secret manuals."

However, having too many secret manuals is useless; life is only a few hundred years long, and the martial arts one can learn are ultimately limited.

Lin Feng felt that his senior brother's words were a bit Versailles-like. What did he mean by saying that life is only a few hundred years or a few decades?

Ordinary people can only live for a few decades, while martial artists who take good care of themselves can live for more than a hundred years. Only those with innate strength can live for two or three hundred years.

Where there are people, there are social classes, and this martial arts world is no exception.

At the very bottom are ordinary people like farmers and hunters, then wealthy families, and then martial artists who have acquired their skills.

The Innate Martial Artist is another, even higher level. As for those above the Innate level, Lin Feng has no idea.

Lin Feng asked, "Second Senior Brother, am I qualified to enter this Scripture Repository?"

“You are a general of the Hemp-Clad Guard and an outer disciple of the Sword Sect, so of course you are qualified to go up to the third level.”

"And up there?"

"You're not qualified for anything higher."

Mr. Hong, who was in front, raised his hand after hearing Lin Feng and the other man's conversation.

The group immediately stopped.

Mr. Hong took out a jade pendant from his waist and handed it to Lin Feng.

"Xiao Feng, if you want to go to the Sutra Repository, take my token."

With my token, you can go up one more level and enter the fourth level.

Lin Feng was overjoyed. "Thank you, Master."

Lin Feng took the token with both hands and put it in his pocket, his feet already unconsciously pointing towards the Scripture Pavilion.

Seeing Lin Feng's eagerness, Mr. Hong smiled and said, "Little Feng, why don't you go to the Sutra Repository today?"

Linghua, Batian, you two accompany Xiaofeng to the Scripture Pavilion.

“Master, then I’ll go and see for myself.”

After Lin Feng finished speaking, he strode towards the Sutra Repository, with Zhu Linghua and Hong Batian following behind him.

Mr. Hong and his group continued walking back.

Lin Feng and his two companions quickly arrived at the entrance of the Sutra Repository.

Lin Feng showed his Ma Yiwei waist tag, and the guards at the door let him through.

Zhu Linghua and Hong Batian, who were behind Lin Feng, exchanged a glance. Hong Batian said, "Junior Brother, you go in by yourself. We'll wait for you outside. Remember to come out early."

My senior and I used to come here often; we've lost interest in it.

Lin Feng turned his head and said, "I read very quickly, I'll only stay inside for an hour at most."

Lin Feng turned and stepped into the Sutra Repository.

The first floor of the library is filled with bookshelves, just like a library covering hundreds of square meters.

There were many outer disciples on the first floor, and they were either looking for or looking through the manuals.

Lin Feng activated his One-Eye Scan, scanning the entire first floor at a rate of ten books per second.

After the scan, Lin Feng was somewhat disappointed.

He scanned 1024 mediocre martial arts manuals and 321 inferior martial arts manuals.

I haven't practiced any low-level martial arts for a long time, and I rarely even practice inferior martial arts anymore. What's the use of giving me so many?

Lin Feng headed straight for the stairs to the second floor.

There were also two guards at the top of the stairs on the second floor. Lin Feng showed his Ma Yiwei waist token again before the two guards let him pass.

Lin Feng scanned the second floor again and found 200 mid-level martial arts manuals, 25 of which he had already practiced.

Lin Feng sensed something was wrong. How could the Sword Sect, which had been operating for thousands of years, only have this many secret manuals?

Lin Feng approached the guard on the second floor and asked, "Brother, how come our Sword Sect only has this many secret manuals?"

The guard looked Lin Feng up and down. "Young man, it's obvious that this is your first time entering the Sword Sect's Scripture Pavilion."

Our sect leader is worried that his disciples will try to do too much at once and end up not mastering it, so the number of secret manuals in each level is limited.

The second floor always stores 200 secret manuals. Of course, these manuals are carefully selected; any extra manuals have been moved to the sect leader's lineage for safekeeping.

Lin Feng suddenly realized that they had all been moved away.

After scanning the second level, Lin Feng went up to the third level.

The third level has even fewer manuals, with only 100 superior martial arts manuals, 20 of which Lin Feng had already learned.

There are only railings between each floor of the library, but no doors.

Lin Feng walked up to the fourth floor and craned his neck to glance at the bookshelves on the fourth floor.

One of the two old men guarding the fourth floor reprimanded Lin Feng.

"What are you looking at? Do you think you can see the contents of the manual from here? If you're qualified, go up and look; if you're not, stay down."

Lin Feng thought to himself, "I can actually see it, but I'm qualified to go up there."

Lin Feng showed Mr. Hong's token.

The two old men carefully examined the token before letting Lin Feng go up.

The fourth floor contains 16 unique martial arts manuals and some miscellaneous books, including the first to eighth forms of the Divine Sword, as well as 8 other books on sword techniques and movement skills.

Lin Feng quickly memorized it, then looked at the pile of miscellaneous books placed beside him.

The miscellaneous books contain tales of the strange and supernatural, myths and legends, as well as the first four volumes of the Chronicles of China.

These books were also absorbed into Lin Feng's mind.

Much history is preserved in the form of stories, and the Chronicles of China itself is the history of the Chinese mainland.

Studying history makes us wise, and learning from the past helps us understand the present. Looking at these things is definitely a good idea.

The trip to the Sutra Repository was only so-so, and Lin Feng felt somewhat unsatisfied.

His eyes involuntarily drifted towards the fifth floor.

There must be something good on the fifth floor, but unfortunately I can't get there even with the teacher's token.

Two elderly men with white hair were still guarding the fifth floor.

Lin Feng had a sudden inspiration; he didn't need to go up to the fifth floor at all.

As long as you stand on the stairs between the fourth and fifth floors, you can scan the secret manual on the fifth floor.

Moreover, you don't need to see the entire manual; just seeing a corner of it is enough.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng smiled slightly, a little excited.

Lin Feng stayed on the fourth floor for a while to calm himself down before slowly walking towards the stairs leading to the fifth floor.