Chapter 61 – A Little Respite

Chapter 61

A Little Respite

“I’ll think about it.” Those were Elder Qin’s parting words as he left, rather grim-faced, leaving me wondering whether I’d made the right decision.

It was one thing to fight for my disciples, but, technically speaking, that girl wasn’t actually a disciple–she was a burden. No, wait, she’s a guest. Yes, a guest. Big distinction there.

And she was a planted guest at that, the Sect Master’s thinly veiled attempt to figure out what the hell is happening on the Lonesome Peak.

So… why the hell am I going out of my way to help her?!

Haah. It’s such a burden being a good guy.

Khm.

Speaking of being a good guy, it was time for my monthly quest–I’d already decided to not recruit any more disciples as my wealth reserves don’t seem capable of even supporting the ones that I’ve got, the ‘Epic’ quest of Dai Xiu reaching the Foundation Establishment was still some ways off, and so that left the last one…

This time around, the RNG landed on the ‘Use Creation Points to upgrade a Mortal-Tier art into an Earth-tier one’, with the solid reward of… 30 points.

I’m actually wondering what the profit margin will be–maybe 5 or 10 points? It, solidly, isn’t even worth the trip down the mountain, but as I’m quite bored and with nothing better to do, I decided to go visit the dear library. I hadn’t been in a while, actually (well, two weeks or so ‘a while’), and I figured I’d actually have to teach my disciples some of the Sect’s own manuals. Otherwise, won’t there be too many questions?

The atmosphere in the sect had turned strange ever since the declaration of war; there were far fewer kids going in and out past the gates, the marketplace had ballooned in scope as everyone tried whatever they could to get stronger, and the sect had already internally announced that they’d spare no expenses–so long as the kids earned them.

Well, nothing to do with me.

I ignored everything and beelined for the library; I was usually ignored for the most part, especially after my repeated visits, but this time… not so much.

“Elder Lu, welcome!”

Hm?

Why is he smiling? Why is he being so polite and nice? Did he hit his head?

“Khm, yes, hello.”

“Do you need any help finding a book? Just a few days ago, we got a new batch of Darkcliff Tales. I hadn’t read them yet, but, according to some others, they are quite good.” Yes, he most definitely hit his head. The very same Deacon who never so much as glanced at me was now going out of his way to be nice. There’s only one explanation.

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“Some other time. Uhm, save them for me, if possible.”

“Of course. Anything you need, Elder Lu!”

“…”

Alright, that creepy encounter aside, I entered the library and ignored the many strange gazes as I headed over to the most accessible section of the entire building–its Mortal-tier Arts. There were literally hundreds of books littered across over a dozen or so bookshelves.