I'm quitting!

Chapter 14 You've really never seen Hei Shencan before. Do you dare to challenge me?

As night fell, the woodshed fell silent.

Lin Xiaofan carefully stuffed the hemp ball into his pocket.

The little guy's soft fur shimmered silver in the moonlight, his breathing was steady and long, and he occasionally smacked his lips, as if he were secretly eating something delicious in his dream.

"I'm afraid if I leave you alone to guard the house, you might wake up hungry in the middle of the night and tear the house down." Lin Xiaofan's fingertips formed a thin layer of frost, which she gently placed on Maqiu's back. "It will help you cool down and sleep more soundly."

The little guy rolled over contentedly and burrowed deeper into the pocket.

On the mountain path, the moonlight was like a ribbon, its clear radiance pouring onto the stone steps.

Faint footsteps approached from afar, and three disciples carrying lanterns came to greet him. Upon seeing Lin Xiaofan, they bowed in unison, saying, "Disciples greet Elder Lin!"

Lin Xiaofan nodded in acknowledgment. After the group had walked away, he stroked his chin and muttered, "Xianyunzi really has me pinned to the 'elder's chair'... but this title makes me sound a bit old."

As I turned the corner of the path, a stealthy figure came into view in the darkness. The person was carrying a bundle and walking with difficulty, clearly trying their best to conceal their presence.

Lin Xiaofan crept up silently, and seeing that the other person was completely unaware, he kicked them in the buttocks!

"Ouch--!"

Cries of pain echoed through the valley.

The man stumbled and fell to the ground, his bundle slipping from his grasp and rolling away, spilling out several pieces of dry rations and a water pouch. In the moonlight, Lin Xiaofan recognized the all-too-familiar face—

"Shi Tiandi?" Lin Xiaofan raised an eyebrow. "Sneaking around like this in the middle of the night...wanting to dance again?"

Shi Tiandi struggled to his feet, his face pale, but his eyes revealed a resolute determination: "Senior Lin... after your guidance, I have finally realized that my character is flawed. Staying in the sect will only lead to stagnation... Rather than being a useless person, I might as well go and experience the mortal world."

A mountain breeze swept by, ruffling the stray hairs on Shi Tiandi's forehead and revealing a glint in his eyes. It was no longer the feigned emotion written in a script, but a real, painful awakening.

"Oh?" Lin Xiaofan patted his shoulder approvingly, then changed the subject with a mischievous grin, "Remember to wash that turtle off your face before you leave."

Shi Tiandi was shocked and rushed to the pool. He looked at himself from left to right but couldn't find a trace of ink. Only then did he realize that he had been tricked.

He whirled around, his eyes blazing with fury: "One day, I will defeat you!"

"I'll wait for you." Lin Xiaofan smiled and watched him run away until his figure completely disappeared into the night.

After a long silence, he murmured again, "Please don't let him die out there."

[Rebelliousness Value +50]

"Wow... Brother Shi Tian is quite nice. He didn't forget to 'give me a gift' even when he came down the mountain."

Lin Xiaofan turned and continued walking towards the Scripture Pavilion, the moonlight casting a long shadow of him. The little sesame ball in his arms stirred slightly in its sleep, as if sensing something.

The vermilion gate of the Sutra Repository slowly opened under the urging of the cloud pattern token, and the moonlight squeezed in through the crack, spreading a silvery-white band of light on the bluestone floor.

As soon as I stepped across the threshold, a line of text appeared before my eyes:

[Task: This useless disciple is only fit to read "On the Self-Cultivation of Extra Roles," Reading completed: 0/1]

"Hey—! Are you messing with me, or am I messing with you?" Lin Xiaofan pulled the bag up a bit to make sure the hemp ball wouldn't wake up. "I'm going to learn a peerless martial arts technique!"

He ignored the bookshelves that slid open on their own in the corner and the yellowed bamboo slips floating in the air, and walked straight toward the weapons section.

His fingertips brushed against the spines of the books, and he muttered to himself, "Basic Spear Techniques...too shallow, Whirlwind Spear Techniques...flashy, Frost Spear Techniques...that suits me better."

Suddenly, a crisp "snap" came from the top floor, and a ray of golden light leaked out from the gap in the bookshelf. The Eye of Truth instantly caught the anomaly—a faint star pattern flickered within the light.

"Withdrawal completed?"

He leaped onto the bookshelf, and the moment his fingertips touched the edge of the golden light, the radiance solidified into a physical scroll, the four characters "Star Shadow Military Manual" on the cover shining brightly. But this scroll was full of spirit; it "whooshed" away from him and hovered and fluttered in the pavilion.

"run?"

Lin Xiaofan chuckled, his left hand suddenly conjuring a cold blade that slashed at the trajectory of the flying scroll, while his right hand simultaneously summoned a long spear that swept out horizontally.

The cold blade drew a sharp arc in mid-air, and the scroll hurriedly changed direction, only to collide with the spinning spear tip. Just as it was about to hit, the thing exploded into a shower of sparks with a "bang".

The light spot reformed in mid-air and hovered motionless, while the pages of the book trembled slightly, as if mocking silently.

"Tsk... You're such a weirdo, you need a Master Ball to take you down!"

He remained calm and composed. With his left hand, the cold blade transformed into a frost net that enveloped his head, while with his right hand, the spear split into three ice shadows, forming a triangular formation to block all escape routes.

The scroll surged left and right, its frost and ice shadows intertwining in an impenetrable web, while the biting cold air condensed into crystal fragments in the void.

The next instant, a cold wave erupted, and the scroll, unable to dodge, was encased in layers of frost and slowly fell to the ground.

Lin Xiaofan leaped forward, reaching out to seize it, but the scroll suddenly burst forth with golden light, shattering the frost and soaring into the air once more. The shattered ice shot out like sharp arrows, and he swiftly raised his wrist to conjure a giant shield. The ice crystals struck the shield's walls with crisp, piercing clangs.

Looking up, the scroll swayed back and forth in mid-air, its pages rustling as it turned, like someone twisting their waist to show off their skills, extremely pleased with themselves.

"You little punk! So what if you can fly? Come down and show me what you're made of!" Lin Xiaofan deliberately provoked him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the scroll suddenly twitched twice, the light quickly receded, the pages closed, and it slowly descended.

Lin Xiaofan frowned slightly, holding a shield in his left hand and a gun in his right, ready for battle.

pat.

The scroll fell straight to the ground, and nothing happened; it was unusually quiet.

Lin Xiaofan huddled behind the shield, cautiously approaching. Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the fine lines on the cover. Taking a few more steps closer, he noticed a tiny, shimmering hair—white with a hint of yellow—tucked between the pages, belonging to Ma Qiu.

"Could it be that he was rushing down the mountain and accidentally shook it off?"

[Rebelliousness Value +7]

"A rebellious value? At least that means this volume isn't some 'On the Self-Cultivation of Extras'." Lin Xiaofan breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to pick it up.

The scroll suddenly transformed into a beam of black light, piercing straight into his brow like a living thing.

"Ugh—! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

A flood of complex information rushed into his mind. Lin Xiaofan covered his forehead, stumbled, and almost fell flat on his face.

The trails of countless stars and the flashes of spears and swords exploded in my consciousness, and I seemed to hear the booming horns of an ancient battlefield echoing in my ears.

He shook his groggy head, lifted his foot to find a prayer mat to sit on, and the little cat in his arms smacked its lips in its sleep, its little paws impatiently tugging at his clothes.

The shadow beneath my feet was slightly distorted.

At first, he thought it was just an illusion caused by the swaying moonlight, until he saw his own shadow wriggling alone on the bluestone slab—like a pool of ink that had come to life, silently spreading over the sole of his boot, with strange ripples spreading along its edges.

"What the hell is that...?"

Before the words were even finished, several pitch-black arms shot out from the shadows!

The icy touch instantly locked onto his ankle with terrifying force. He instinctively conjured a frost spear and swept it across, its cold light flashing past the dark shadow as if slicing through the void.

"Damn it!"

He was violently pulled to the ground, his back scraping against the rough stone slab, a burning pain shooting up his spine.

The moonlight in the library rapidly narrowed in the field of vision, distorting the bookshelves, window frames, and plaques into blurry patches of color.

Darkness devours everything.

A pungent, fishy odor filled my nostrils, so strong it made me want to vomit.

Lin Xiaofan coughed as he propped himself up, pressing his palm against the damp ground. The sticky sensation instantly sobered him up.

The sky was dark, the clouds were murky, and thick fog, like a shroud, wrapped around the fields, obscuring all directions.

He touched the softness in his arms; it was still there.

He staggered to his feet, his boots making a "plop" sound as he looked down. Dark red blood had already soaked past his ankles, with pieces of unknown flesh floating in the blood, some of which were still twitching slightly.

"Ugh... Where did I get here... Is this still Qingyun Sect?"

He suppressed the churning in his stomach, and frost formed on his fingertips, trying to freeze the blood surface to provide support.

swoosh-

The moment the cold air touched the blood plasma, it vanished instantly, like snow falling on boiling oil, and even emitted a pungent white smoke.

From the distance, a scraping sound came from the fog, like metal scraping against flesh and bone.

Lin Xiaofan gripped the ice gun tightly and took a half step back, his boot heel grinding against something hard.

Looking down, one could see a severed arm clutching a token tightly, with the white bone showing through the cracked flesh.

"This is... a cloud pattern token?!" Lin Xiaofan's pupils shrank suddenly.

The blood suddenly boiled!

Countless scarlet chains burst forth from the waves, their surfaces covered in eyeball-like protrusions, their pupils rotating in unison, "staring" at Lin Xiaofan. Those pupils blinked, dripping blood tears that meandered into eerie patterns on the chain surface.

[Mandatory Quest: Newbie village perks have arrived, please accept them! (laughs)]

The system notification that appeared in mid-air flashed a crimson light.

"The newbie village?" Lin Xiaofan's lips twitched, and the ice spear in his hand trembled slightly. "I can tell you really want to kill me..."