Ten thousand times return, the game started with being picked up by the senior sister

Zhao Mu did not wander around. He first found the [Xuanling Ruqiao Secret Method] and took it to the quiet room in the library to start reading.

This is just a mid-level earth-level skill.

With Zhao Mu's current aptitude, it seemed effortless. He completely understood the entire skill in less than half an hour.

"This is indeed a method of initiation, but in my opinion, this skill is too gentle, and the initiation process is also gradual. Although it can ensure safety, the efficiency is not high. It takes one day and can only infuse ten days of skills at most."

"But it should be enough to use it to brush the cashback reward. Even if it triggers the guaranteed ten-fold return, it is equivalent to obtaining a hundred days of practice results in one day..."

Zhao Mu thought for a moment and felt that this Xuanling Ruqiao Secret Method was quite suitable for him.

Because this skill has almost no side effects, it does not harm himself, and it will not cause harm to the initiation object.

If it is that kind of evil method of passing on skills, the efficiency may be greatly improved, but it may cause irreparable damage to the meridians and even the spiritual roots of the person being passed on, just like forcing the growth of seedlings.

Zhao Mu was very satisfied, and immediately read the secret method of Xuanling Ruqiao again, memorized it in his heart, and he could test the effect later.

An hour later, Zhao Mu walked out of the quiet room.

He was not in a hurry to leave.

It was a rare trip to the library, and Zhao Mu also wanted to enrich himself.

After all, his comprehension is very high now, and his memory is photographic. No matter how obscure the secret book of skills is, he can remember it by heart after reading it once or twice. It would be a waste not to use such a good advantage.

Zhao Mu took out all the heaven-level skills on the fourth floor.

In the next few days, he worked day and night to memorize all these skills. Not to mention reciting them by heart, but it would definitely be no problem to copy them down word for word after going out.

Even if he can't use them himself, it's a profit to give them to others.

Zhao Mu did not miss out on the earth-level skills, and selected some more practical ones and memorized them.

Memorizing earth-level skills was a piece of cake for Zhao Mu, and he memorized hundreds of books in two days.

In addition, Zhao Mu did not miss out on books about formations, alchemy, and combat skills, and spent another two days memorizing a large number of them.

In a blink of an eye, Zhao Mu had been in the library for a full ten days.

In his mind, it seemed that there was already a small library, with thousands of books lying in his mind intact and ready to be retrieved at any time.

When he walked out of the quiet room, Zhao Mu's eyes were shining, and his temperament seemed to have improved a lot. In addition to the full and vigorous masculinity, it also added a little elegance.

Reading may not be as effective as practicing, but the improvement in foundation it brings is an effect that cannot be produced by practicing in seclusion.

Zhao Mu quite likes this feeling.

It's a pity that the books here cannot be taken away, otherwise Zhao Mu would like to empty the library and take them home to read slowly.

Just as he was about to leave, Zhao Mu's eyes suddenly noticed the steps leading to the fifth floor.

Although the fifth floor was forbidden to enter, Zhao Mu surprisingly did not feel any array barrier blocking him.

Zhao Mu was curious, so how could he resist going to the fifth floor to have a look.

He walked up the steps step by step and came to the fifth floor of the library.

This floor was not large, with only one bookshelf and no more than a hundred books.

But each book was sealed, with faint chains appearing.

But just when Zhao Mu walked to the fifth floor, the seals on these books seemed to be suddenly unlocked.

Zhao Mu became even more curious, walked forward, and carefully picked up a book.

The black leather book cover had turned slightly yellow after a long period of baptism, but the texture was still strong.

Zhao Mu opened the book cover, and the ancient mysterious text came into his eyes.

[The True Classic of the Magic Method of the Demon's Possession]

He opened another one.

[The Magical Art of Planting Demons in Dao Heart]

[The Secret of Hiding the Skeleton by Moving Shadows]

[The Art of Alchemy by Refining Dragon Corpses]

My goodness, just by looking at the title of the book, Zhao Mu could feel an evil breath coming towards him.

The Demon Sect is indeed the Demon Sect. Whose idea was it to put such evil books in the top floor of the library?

Zhao Mu was not interested in these evil techniques.

Only cultivators who were at a bottleneck in their rise would go off the beaten path and embark on evil ways.

But Zhao Mu had a bright future. He only needed to practice normally. There was no need to take these evil ways.

However, Zhao Mu couldn't help but want to read more.

Although he couldn't use it himself, it wouldn't hurt him to know some evil magic skills.

If he met a ghost sect cultivator like Wang Xian again in the future, it would be easier to see through their evil secrets.

Soon, Zhao Mu finished reading an evil technique.

He leaned against the wall, covering his head, and his brain seemed to be twitching.

It was indeed an evil forbidden book, and it had a strong aftereffect.

Just as the old woman outside the door said, if a person's willpower is not strong enough, seeing these evil forbidden books may erode his consciousness and lead to demonic possession.

Zhao Mu's willpower may not be that strong, but fortunately he is pure yang and cannot be invaded by evil.

But even so, Zhao Mu did not dare to read more.

Reading one book a day is the limit, and more will not be able to bear it.

So, Zhao Mu stayed in the library for more than ten days.

He selected some evil forbidden books to read, and spent the rest of the time

After more than ten days, the library in Zhao Mu's mind has grown to nearly three thousand books.

Almost a month has passed.

Zhao Mu walked out of the library, the bright sunshine shining on his face, he couldn't help stretching his body.

Turning around, Zhao Mu could actually see the outline of Shengyuan Palace from afar.

The surrounding circular suspended mountains are rotating around Shengyuan Palace again and again.

"I didn't see any signs of damage to Shengyuan Palace, has it been repaired?"

Zhao Mu muttered.

I don't know if Empress Qingyun is in Shengyuan Palace at the moment.

Speaking of which, An Zixuan is his master, and Empress Qingyun is An Zixuan's master, so he has to call Empress Qingyun his master.

When he came out of the Law Enforcement Hall, if Empress Qingyun hadn't spoken for him, his situation would probably be worse.

It's a pity that it's really difficult to meet this master.

Zhao Mu has long wanted to see with his own eyes what kind of fairy figure Empress Qingyun is.

After stretching, Zhao Mu said goodbye to the old woman guarding the gate, flew away on his sword.

But not long after he flew out, a voice suddenly called Zhao Mu.

"Who are you?"

A little girl rode a crane and flew over, shaking her white and tender little feet, and asked Zhao Mu in a baby voice.

Whose child is this? Why is she riding a crane alone?

Although the crane has a good name, the cranes cultivated in the Demon Sect are all powerful spirit beasts, with a cultivation strength of more than Nascent Soul, and they never show mercy when pecking people.

When he was in the errand yard, Zhao Mu heard that some disciples broke into the territory of the crane and were pecked to death.

There was no spiritual fluctuation on this little girl, and she looked like a mortal child. How did she make the crane willing to be ridden by her?

"Little sister, what are your parents' names? Uncle will take you back."