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Perhaps the next one would be a second-grade, or even a first-grade…?
It was like gambling, always believing the next draw would be the winning one, but never actually winning.
But at least his gambling didn’t cost anything.
He soon made another discovery. The techniques he had discarded, they reappeared shortly after, falling into the hands of other disciples.
He tested his theory several times, then he was certain.
“So, the techniques I discard, they don’t disappear immediately. They continue to circulate for a while…?”
He watched as the disciples obtained the techniques he had discarded.
After browsing for a while longer, he was about to choose a suitable third-grade technique and leave when he felt a cold gaze upon him.
He turned to see Ye Yu.
What a coincidence… He smiled and waved.
But Ye Yu interpreted his gesture as mocking and his eyes narrowed, his anger flaring.
He quickly suppressed his emotions.
He was here to obtain a technique. Starting a conflict wouldn’t be wise. He needed to focus on improving his strength!
He ignored Mu Zhi’an, focusing his spiritual sense, searching for valuable techniques.
He suddenly felt something, his eyes snapping open as he reached for a scroll hovering in the air.
He stared at the scroll in his hand, his eyes widening with excitement.
It was a second-grade technique: the Lone Star Sword!
He had only been here for a short while, and he had already found a second-grade technique! This was the power of great destiny!
He felt a surge of excitement, then hesitation.
He was excited about the technique, but he had only just arrived. Perhaps there were even better techniques…
Another technique drifted past him, and he reached for it.
But this time, it was like a phantom, slipping through his fingers.
“What’s going on…?” He frowned, then he noticed a commotion nearby.
Mu Zhi’an had also caught a technique, but he glanced at it, then casually tossed it aside, his gaze lingering on Ye Yu’s second-grade technique, his expression filled with disdain.
He looked away, then reached out, catching another technique.
Ye Yu froze, his eyes widening with realization. “So, you can only hold one technique at a time. You have to discard it before you can get another one…”
He quickly discarded the Lone Star Sword.
Another technique drifted past him, and he reached for it.
But it was like a mirage, visible but untouchable, as if it wasn’t truly there…
What’s happening…?
He turned to look at Mu Zhi’an, who had easily caught another technique.
A fourth-grade technique.
So the higher the grade, the harder it is to obtain…?
He’s stuck with those low-grade techniques… He scoffed inwardly, ignoring Mu Zhi’an, focusing on the techniques appearing and disappearing around them.
He managed to catch a few more, but they were all fourth or fifth-grade. Even third-grade techniques were rare.
“Was that second-grade technique truly that rare…?”
His expression darkened as he realized the value of the technique he had discarded.
The techniques were attracted by his destiny. The stronger his destiny, the more likely he was to attract high-grade techniques.
The Lone Star Sword… it was probably the best he could hope for with his current destiny.
And he had thrown it away…
He glared at Mu Zhi’an, his resentment growing.
If not for him, he wouldn’t have discarded the technique.
But at least Mu Zhi’an’s destiny couldn’t attract high-grade techniques either…
As he thought this, he saw Mu Zhi’an reach out and catch another technique.
It was the Lone Star Sword!
Mu Zhi’an looked at the technique in his hand, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
A second-grade technique… it’s enough.
One had to be content.
Ye Yu froze, staring at him, a thought flashing in his mind: He was tricking me?!
It was clear that second-grade techniques were rare within the library.
He had believed his great destiny would attract even better techniques, but it seemed even a Chosen One struggled to find second-grade techniques, let alone first-grade…
And he had thrown away the Lone Star Sword… and it had fallen into Mu Zhi’an’s hands?!
And why was Mu Zhi’an able to catch every technique so precisely…? He had never missed.
He glared at the jade slip in Mu Zhi’an’s hand, his heart filled with a mixture of confusion and rage. sea??h thё Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
No one in this realm could guarantee they would catch every technique.
No one!
Except for Mu Zhi’an.
That despicable scoundrel… he was clearly cheating…
He was about to stop him as he turned to leave, but a commotion erupted near the entrance.
The disciples turned to look and saw two women approaching.
The leader wore a loose black robe, her ample bosom straining against the fabric, her slender waist accentuated by a ribbon, her long, shapely legs visible beneath her robe, her figure alluring.
She smiled gently, her gaze sweeping over the disciples.
It was Yan Ruyu, the master of the library.
Beside her walked another woman, her golden dress a symbol of wealth and status. She carried herself with an elegance that belied the ostentatious attire, two strands of hair framing her delicate face.
Her golden hair ornaments shimmered with each step, emphasizing her noble bearing.
Her smile was warm and welcoming.
It was Yong Ning, the Eldest Princess of the Great Qian Dynasty!
Ye Yu’s gaze was drawn to her, and after a moment, a thought flashed in his mind.
The master of the library rarely left her domain. Could it be that she was here because she had discovered Mu Zhi’an’s cheating…?
Or perhaps they were here for another reason… The Third Prince had just caused a scene at the Garden of Heavenly Harmony. Perhaps she was here to address the issue?
He watched as they approached Mu Zhi’an, a flicker of hope in his eyes.
If he was truly cheating, perhaps he could reclaim the Lone Star Sword…