The dusk meandered in through the carved window lattices of the Sutra Repository.

Tiny spots of light were cast on the blue bricks that Lin Ye swept across.

His hand holding the bamboo broom paused slightly.

He lowered his eyes to hide the surging waves in his eyes.

Three days ago, after he made a name for himself in Tingyuxuan, he deliberately restrained his edge.

But I didn’t expect that this seemingly ordinary identity of a servant in the Sutra Repository.

It actually attracted an invitation from the inner disciple, Chen Ming.

“Brother, you are too kind.”

Lin Ye bowed his head, and the coarse cloth sleeves brushed against the patch on the corner of his clothes.

“It’s just some superficial knowledge, not worthy of being presented in a refined forum.”

Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of the jade pendant with runes flowing on it around Chen Ming’s waist.

That is the symbol of the elite inner sect disciples.

In the dim attic, there was a cold light.

He suddenly remembered the contract handed to him by a client at a drinking party in his previous life.

It seems like a smile on the surface, but it actually hides a trap.

Chen Ming clapped his hands and chuckled, his wide black sleeves sweeping across the bookshelf, stirring up a few wisps of dust.

“If one can cultivate his talent while still a child, he will become a great man in the future.”

Before he finished speaking, a jade slip had fallen into Lin Ye’s palm.

The coolness penetrates the skin and reaches the meridians.

“This is the experience I compiled when I first entered the sect. If you have any questions, you can ask at any time.”

I watched Chen Ming’s back as he left and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Lin Ye stroked the engraving on the edge of the jade slip.

The surface of the jade slip appears smooth, but at certain angles, it reflects strange dark patterns.

It looks just like a trap carefully designed by opponents in a business war.

He put the jade slip into his arms and gripped the broom tightly again.

The bamboo branches swept across the ground, and the rustling sound was mixed with a faint whimper.

The fifth floor of the Sutra Repository is filled with the scent of old books.

Spider webs weaved a hazy curtain between the beams and pillars. Lin Ye held up an oil lamp and moved closer to the source of the sound. The flickering flame illuminated the snow-white figure curled up in the pile of books.

The little animal was about the size of a palm, with glass-like vertical pupils that reflected the light.

The fluffy tail hung down unnaturally, and the fur on the hind legs was soaked with bright red blood.

“It’s indeed a treasure-hunting rat.”

Lin Ye gasped, the records he had seen in the sect’s secret history in his previous life suddenly came alive.

This kind of spiritual beast can not only sense treasures, but also conclude a life contract with its owner.

It’s just a once-in-a-century event.

The little beast bared its fangs and let out a threatening roar.

But he was trembling because of the wound, and his amber eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

The healing pill in his arms suddenly became hot when he brought it close to the little beast, and the system prompt sounded like a huge bell.

Lin Ye chose to upgrade without hesitation.

A pale golden halo spread out from the palm of his hand, wrapping the pill into a flowing ball of light.

When the fragrant elixir fell to the ground, the little beast could no longer hold back.

The tip of the snow-white nose trembled as it moved closer. The moment it swallowed the food in one gulp, a light green light rose from the wound.

“Now, we are even.”

Lin Ye sat on the ground, took out half a piece of dry food from his arms, and broke it into pieces.

“Follow me, at least you can have a stable meal.”

The little beast tilted its head to look at him, then suddenly jumped onto his shoulder.

The furry tail wrapped around the neck affectionately, and the warm breath swept past the ears.

The moonlight outside the window quietly climbed up the window lattice, stretching the shadows of the man and the beast very long.

However, he didn’t know that several prying eyes in the dark were staring at this scene.

After becoming Chen Ming’s registered disciple, Lin Ye’s life underwent subtle changes.

Every morning, he would go to the inner gate to listen to Chen Ming’s sermons.

Although Chen Ming is only a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, his understanding of cultivation is quite profound.

Lin Ye could often gain some unique insights from the exercises he explained. (End of this chapter)