Chapter Eight: Dan Lu

  Recently, Ling Wushuang has been staying at home, being very honest and obedient, not going out of the main gate or even taking a step outside the second gate.

  Mr. Ling sat behind a desk, stroking his beard with both hands, sipping tea and listening to the servant's report, occasionally nodding and laughing, sometimes shaking his head and frowning, his expression was rich and varied.

  "Old master, the other day, wasn't it the Seventh Prince who sent someone to deliver the Concentrated Spirit Grass to your doorstep?" The attendant chuckled twice, "Guess what happened in the end, old master?"

  "Hurry up and speak" Old Man Ling's eyes glared, at this time, where was there a mood to guess.

  Just a sprig of concentrated grass, the Ling family didn't even put it in their eyes. What he was worried about was that on that day in the study, Wusuo's words were spoken beautifully, but as soon as she mentioned the Seventh Prince, she would forget her own words and go to heaven.

  The servant smiled a few times with a self-satisfied expression, saying: "This result, it was Miss Wú Shuāng who had both the person and the medicine thrown out of the mansion."

  Mr. Ling was slightly stunned, nodded lightly, and this result was unexpected. At this time, Mr. Ling really believed that Ling Wushuang had no intention of the Seventh Prince.

  The attendant continued to report: "Since that day, Miss Musō has been staying in the library except for eating and sleeping. For the past few days, she even moved her meals and lodging inside and hasn't taken a step out, it's unknown what she's doing."

  "Treasures of the library!?" Old Master Ling was so excited that he pulled out a hair from his mustache, still unaware, his wrinkled eyes twinkling with excitement as he asked: "Are you sure it's the Treasures of the Library?"

  "Yes, sir. I saw Miss Wuduan enter the library myself, and she still hasn't come out yet." The servant was also delighted to see that Miss Wuduan had finally made progress, starting to study on her own even before the teacher arrived.

  "The library is great!" Old Master Ling patted his thigh, stroked his beard, and suddenly remembered something. He smiled slyly and said, "Right, now send the key to the Treasure Pavilion on the top floor to Wuduan as well. Let her look at whatever she wants, and tell her that if she needs anything, just let old man me know."

  "Ah? Zhen Bao Ge?" The attendant's face was filled with disbelief and some embarrassment, "Master, this...this..."

  "What's all this?" Old Master Ling's beard quivered with rage as he bellowed: "Still not leaving quickly?"

  "Yes." The attendant nodded and replied, "I'll go right away."

  "Wait a minute," Old Man Ling called out to the servant, adding, "Don't let Wú Shuāng tire herself out. You go to the kitchen and tell the cook to make some dishes that Wú Shuāng likes to eat, and have them sent over together, or we can invite her over for dinner tonight."

  He hasn't seen Musou's shadow for several days, it's strange.

  "Alright!" The attendant replied with a smile: "I'll go right away."

  "This is incredible, it's finally dawned on him, and it wasn't in vain that I doted on him all these years." Old Master Ling nodded in admiration, his heart overflowing with joy, almost to the point of tears.

  Zhen Bao Ge, located at the top of the library, everything inside, whether it's a secret manual or a rare book, is extremely precious and scarce. In the Ling family, only the head of the household can enter and exit.

  Just from this point, it can be seen that Old Man Ling's love for Ling Wushuang has truly reached the bone.

  In the middle of the month, the wind is slightly cool.

  Deep night lake like mirror, round moon hanging high building.

  On the edge of Lingjia Mirror Lake, a seven-story ancient building rises from the ground, not particularly high, with a simple and unadorned style, yet exuding a thick atmosphere, reflected in the lake's surface, with the gentle breeze blowing by, the shadow of the building is layered.

  The top floor of the library, the Treasure Pavilion, had a bookshelf as high as a zhang, with books densely packed and placed in every possible space. Ling Wu Shuang sat cross-legged on the floor, with books stacked haphazardly in front of her and to either side.

  "Starry Revelation", "Eastern Eminent Figures Chronicle", "Hunting Beast Notes", "Starry Four Nations Landscape Map", "Sunset Immortal Grass Collection", "Four Nations Miscellaneous Talks"... All sorts of books, a vast array.

  That slender figure was submerged in a sea of books, and the dim light flickered, making it barely visible.

  It wasn't until after a long time had passed that Ling Wusuo finally lifted his head from the pile of books, stretched his waist, rubbed his somewhat stiff shoulders, and moved them around.

  Her eyes gleamed slightly as she realized that this world was far more complicated than she had imagined.

  The former master of this body, apart from eating, drinking, and chasing the Seventh Prince, was ignorant of all else. To quickly and thoroughly understand this world, there's no place more suitable than a library.

  During this time, Ling Wushuang moved in here to eat and live, almost reaching the point of neglecting sleep and forgetting to eat. With her talent for remembering everything she saw, she had a general understanding of this world.

  Ling Wusuo stretched and leaned back against the bookshelf behind him, his gaze slanted to scan the bottom of the shelf, where a dusty corner was tucked away, with a wooden box carelessly discarded there.

  The books in Zhenbao Pavilion are all neatly arranged and there is hardly anything placed randomly.

  "What is this?" Curious, Ling Wushuang took it out with a wave of his hand, lowered his head to blow off the dust, and then shook off the gray dust on top. With a flick of his index finger, he opened the box's hidden clasp.

  A crisp sound, as the box opened, a yellowed book scroll appeared before one's eyes.

  "Dan Lu......" Ling Wu Shuang brushed off the dust with two fingers, gazing intently at the two dark gold characters on the page, muttering to himself, his eyes suddenly brightening.

  What is she most interested in? Apart from her beloved weapon, it's ancient martial medicine.

  The alchemy of the Star Continent and her mastery of medicine are essentially two sides of the same coin. In simple terms, it's about taking precious heavenly treasures, using various special techniques to refine and condense them, extracting their essence, and creating even more potent elixirs.

  Whether it's Xuanli or spiritual power, the conditions for becoming an alchemist are extremely harsh, and innate talent plays a crucial role. That's why alchemists are so rare in the Star Continent.

  It may be difficult for others, but for Ling Wu Shuang, isn't it a familiar path?