"Hmm?"
Inside the Chasing Waves Mystic Library, Ye Qingxian couldn’t help but notice him. She found it impossible to look away; whenever she encountered Wu Tian, her heart seemed to betray her. She personally had no desire to look at him, yet her heart urged her to.
When she saw that Wu Tian wasn’t reading but was writing a book himself, Ye Qingxian’s brow furrowed slightly.
Could it be for this reason that Mister Liudao doesn’t want Wu Tian here?
The Mystic Library had many authors, so most people came here simply to read. If you weren’t one of the library’s contributing authors, to come here and write instead of read expressed a certain disdain. It was as if to say, "Your writings aren’t worth my time; I might as well write my own."
When Mister Liudao saw Ye Qingxian’s captivating, liquid eyes focus on Wu Tian, he grew displeased. He was in his late seventies and didn’t even have a wife. Having finally encountered a peerless beauty like Ye Qingxian, he was unsettled to see her attention on someone else. He immediately whispered, "Miss Ye Qingxian, this man is only acting this way to catch your eye. He wants to show off his supposed literary talents. Don’t be deceived."
Little did he know, these words caused his own image in Ye Qingxian’s mind to plummet. Initially, she had wanted to read on her own, and Mister Liudao’s insistence on following her had already displeased her. Now, this man, who appeared so scholarly and well-read, was slandering someone behind their back, which disgusted her even more.
Is Wu Tian just putting on an act? Pretending to write without knowing how?
Ye Qingxian had her doubts. Yet her heart seemed utterly convinced of his sincerity, much to her own chagrin.
How strange for one person to have two conflicting thoughts! Very odd indeed!
Her heart urged her to approach Wu Tian, but her rational mind resisted. She feared that one day, she would no longer be herself.
Unable to suppress her curiosity and the impulse in her heart any longer, Ye Qingxian’s feet carried her hesitantly forward.
"Don’t go over there."
"Why bother with him?"
"Miss Ye Qingxian, let’s stay together. I’ll help you find the books you need."
"..."
Mister Liudao tried to stop Ye Qingxian, but she ignored him and came to Wu Tian’s side. "Mr. Wu Tian, may I ask what you are doing?"
"Are you stupid? My dad’s writing a book, can’t you tell?"
Wu Tian was concentrating on the Nine Mysteries. As he wrote, he was also reminiscing and cultivating, multitasking in a way others could not. The only one to answer Ye Qingxian was the little girl.
"Writing a book? Hmph!" Before Ye Qingxian could say a word, Mister Liudao could no longer contain himself, his wrinkled face a mask of coldness. "Authors are rare. The Mystic Library expends considerable resources each year searching for them. Some become famous from a single book, while others write several that are worse than trash. And you think you can write a book? Hah! You’re just trying to get Miss Ye Qingxian’s attention, aren’t you? I knew it. That has to be it."
Wu Tian remained focused on the Nine Mysteries, completely oblivious to his surroundings. The Nine Mysteries were a set of extraordinary Martial Arts Techniques from a world he had once visited. The ’Fight’ secret alone was exceptionally profound. This so-called ’Fight’ could evolve into a supreme offensive Secret Technique. Of course, it was still unknown how its power compared to the rarest and most powerful techniques of the Immortal Emperor Realm. For now, Wu Tian focused only on writing.
"Please leave. You are no longer welcome here." Seeing Wu Tian continue to ignore him and put on an act, Mister Liudao grew angry and gestured for him to leave.
Wu Tian, however, was unaware of the gesture and kept writing, showing no intention of leaving.
"You..." Mister Liudao practically exploded with rage.
Do you even see me? I spoke so clearly, yet you pretend not to hear?
At this thought, Mister Liudao walked up behind Wu Tian and raised his hand into a knife-edge, preparing to strike.
Seeing him about to strike someone from behind, Ye Qingxian could no longer hold back. "What are you doing?" she snapped. "Only a despicable and shameless person would attack someone from behind!"
"What?" Seeing how Ye Qingxian now viewed him, Mister Liudao wanted to cry but had no tears.
Ye Qingxian turned to Wu Tian. "Could you please say something? To clear up his misunderstanding."
But Wu Tian still didn’t seem to hear her, his mind completely immersed in the Nine Mysteries. After waiting for a moment and receiving no reply, Ye Qingxian felt a pang of discomfort.
Who is she?
She was the princess of the Star Country, but that identity was completely unimportant to her.
Ye Qingxian was proud of two things above all else. First was her beauty, which was so astonishing that in her presence, other women seemed to lose their color and flair. Second was her talent and potential. Sometimes, her Spiritual Power would increase rapidly on its own without any Cultivation on her part—a true miracle. Her Tongxuan Phenomenon was the Stars Falling Through the Nine Heavens! According to legend, only the great Empress possessed such a phenomenon, which spoke volumes of her extraordinary potential.
And yet, Wu Tian...? He didn’t acknowledge me at all.
This made Ye Qingxian stomp her foot in frustration as she began to doubt her own beauty.
Seeing Ye Qingxian’s anger, Mister Liudao thought he knew what he had to do to restore his image in her eyes. With this in mind, he let out a cold laugh. He left for a moment and returned with a basin of water. He walked swiftly over to Wu Tian, and without even a glance at what he was writing, he raised the basin high.
"What are you doing? Don’t bother my dad!" The little girl’s intuition told her that what her father was writing was extraordinary and absolutely could not be disturbed.
"Bother him? He’s just putting on an act. I’m going to snap him out of it."
With that, Mister Liudao prepared to splash the water.
"You will die," the little girl warned.
Mister Liudao didn’t care. He had backing, so he wasn’t afraid. He immediately dumped the entire basin of water on him.
SPLASH!
Wu Tian and the paper were soaked. His train of thought was shattered. The blank book recording the Nine Mysteries was completely drenched, and some of the characters washed away, ceasing to exist.
Wu Tian’s expression appeared placid, his eyes tranquil. But within them brewed an endless rage.
Wu Tian looked up, his gaze falling upon Mister Liudao.
"Heh, finally deigning to acknowledge me?" Mister Liudao’s face darkened. He couldn’t accept that Ye Qingxian paid more attention to Wu Tian than to him. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. Now, only one thought dominated his mind: to oppose Wu Tian in everything. Whatever Wu Tian did, he would ensure he failed.
"Wu Tian," Mister Liudao said, his tone deepening and his face stern, "you’re not welcome here. Get out. And in the future, stop putting on airs to seduce women. If there is a next time, you will become an enemy of the Mystic Library. I..."
"Drop dead," Wu Tian cut him off, his tone glacial and utterly chilling.