Song Yan patiently said, "Once you understand one form of magic, all forms become clear. I just want to see what high-level magic looks like."

However, Elder Sun didn't respond to that and instead directly said, "Don't look, just put the booklet back," and then slightly raised his head with impatience, adding, "Remember, don't aim too high. Even though you have two Elders backing you, you mustn't become arrogant."

Song Yan acknowledged with a sound.

Elder Sun didn't answer any further but suddenly directed his gaze into the distance as a beautiful female cultivator came to the gate.

Elder Sun cheerfully approached, no longer seeing the borrower standing before him, and said with a smile, "Didn't expect a Fairy to grace us with her presence."

The female cultivator curiously said, "I thought you would have gone with the Grand Elders."

Elder Sun chuckled, "The Grand Elder said there always needs to be someone strong in the sect, so I stayed behind. You know... someone has to deal with these trivial matters, for the greater good."

The two of them chatted happily together.

Song Yan put the booklet back on the shelf.

He intended... to try again tomorrow.

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Night fell...

Elder Sun closed the doors of the Library Pavilion, yawned, stepped out of the library, and then thought about how his status might rise in the future, and he could have more beauties sharing his bed, which would be quite nice.

Why bother with the fighting and killing?

Why can't we just sit down and have a good talk?

It's better to talk it out nicely, why go to such lengths?

Who governs isn't still governing? You can't kill everyone in the Three Kingdoms, right? Such a big matter, why fight so desperately?

Elder Sun indifferently rose into the air on his flying sword, intending to visit other islands tonight to give some guidance to the beautiful female cultivators there, as he was also helping the younger generation.

The rainbow light swept across the Misty Sea.

Tonight, the moon was dark, and the fog was dense.

Elder Sun was enjoying the night breeze when suddenly his eyelids twitched. His divine soul seemed trapped, making him lethargic, and he unknowingly sank down a bit.

Then, a sudden pain shot through his forehead, making him sink even further, almost touching the lake's surface.

'What's going on?'

Elder Sun hurriedly held his head, a flash of confusion crossing his mind.

But in just a moment's time, a crimson giant hand suddenly shot out from the Misty Sea, swiftly grabbing his leg like a shadow and yanking him into the lake with a "whoosh."

Before he could react, a finger had already pressed onto his forehead.

Though terrified, the second thought flashed through Elder Sun's mind: 'Fool, you dare to search the soul of a Crimson Palace expert?'

In the next instant, he felt a dark spot pulling his soul out of his body.

The bloodthirsty creature conducted a soul search, devoured the soul, imprisoned the soul, and transformed it into a minion.

Next, a shake of its arm caused high concentrations of evil qi to climb over Elder Sun's body like a living creature, rushing madly into his system.

Elder Sun, dead!

The creature shot downward holding a flying sword, pinning Elder Sun's body, engulfed by evil qi, to a rock on the lake bed, preventing it from floating up.

After finishing, the blood-colored creature quickly vanished without a trace.

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The next day.

Morning...

Song Yan wasn't in a hurry to go to the Library Pavilion, and instead, as usual, wandered through the Profound Field, picking some fresh profound grass and profound flowers, planning to dry them in the good weather.

Returning to his bamboo cottage, he saw cultivators hurriedly approaching from afar.

A beautiful female cultivator and a male cultivator carried a stretcher in a rush, with a small female cultivator lying on it, covered in blood.

"Senior Brother Bai, Senior Brother Bai!" the female cultivator called out urgently, "Save her, quickly!"

Song Yan looked down at the female cultivator, momentarily stunned.

It's Younger Sister Xiao Jiu again...

How long has it been, and she's injured again?

Moreover, she seems to be in severe condition.

While he ushered the people into the house, he quickly started treating Younger Sister Xiao Jiu's wounds and then began brewing herbal soup.

After a flurry of activity, he took a deep breath and looked at Younger Sister Xiao Jiu again, discovering that her already ordinary pretty face now had several new scars, slashing across her cheeks, leaving marks.

Yet disfigurement was the least of worries; Younger Sister Xiao Jiu's body was as weak as a leaky sack, riddled with various wounds.

Looking at the worried male and female cultivators beside him, Song Yan said, "She's not in mortal danger now, but still, it's the Demon Sect's doing... evil qi."

The beautiful female cultivator sighed, "It's mainly those shadow puppets, each one like a frenzied demon beast, their evil qi can even somewhat devour the profound qi. If hit by those shadow puppets, the wounds are hard to heal."

The male cultivator, filled with remorse, clenched his fists, his eyes red, "Younger Sister Xiao Jiu got hurt protecting me... That blow should have been mine to bear. It's all my fault."

Song Yan sighed, "Evil qi, truly terrifying."

The beautiful female cultivator said, "Exactly, before those shadow puppets joined the battle, the demon cultivators wouldn't even dare to appear in front of us, but now it's different... alas..."

Song Yan said, "Leave Younger Sister Xiao Jiu here for now; she has too much mixed evil qi on her body that needs to be carefully cleansed, and she... shouldn't be moved."

Upon hearing this, the two cultivators immediately showed delight. They had heard about the past disputes between Younger Sister Xiao Jiu and this Senior Brother Bai, and seeing him act like this, they couldn't help but feel he'd changed.

A prodigal son returning to the right path, a sudden enlightenment, truly lived up to the reputation.

After expressing their gratitude, the two cultivators left.

Song Yan brewed some more Washing Evil Soup, set it in a bowl, and placed it on the bedside table.

He had a fondness for girls like Younger Sister Xiao Jiu.

He hoped people around him could be like Younger Sister Xiao Jiu, not too cunning, a bit silly. It made his life much more comfortable.

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