The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl

Chapter 310 - 309: Casually Picked Up a Book

Just while Xin Lin was taking a quick glance around, the incense stick in her hand, thinner than her little finger, had already burned a third of the way down.

"Old coot, this is obviously making things difficult for me."

Xin Lin pursed her lips.

But did the old eunuch really think that would stump her?

Xin Lin let out a cold laugh.

What did it matter if there were no candles or lanterns? She was one who possessed Fu Xi’s Energy.

With Fu Xi’s Energy gathered in her eyes, the dimly lit Spiritual Weapon Repository suddenly became bright, and Xin Lin could see all the books and Beast Skin Scrolls on the shelves clearly.

Xin Lin’s gaze landed on the nearest row of shelves.

"Human-level Middle Stage Technique, Eight Diagrams Leg."

"Lower Human-level Technique, Heavenly Net Stick Technique."

"Human-level Middle Stage Technique, Scorpion King Whip."

Xin Lin swept past these so-called Human-level Techniques without the slightest interest; with Ghost God Fist at her side, she looked down on ordinary methods.

After entering the Spiritual Weapon Repository, Pride Corpse hadn’t let out even a single fart.

It was clear that these so-called techniques were not what Gui Hu was looking for.

Xin Lin immediately lost interest and shifted her gaze to the stack of Beast Skin Scrolls.

"Nine Streams Spiritual Technique Floating Technique."

"Nine Streams Spiritual Technique Fireball Technique."

"Eight-Stream Spirit Technique Wood Healing Helmet..."

Xin Lin glanced over and realized that the Beast Skin Scrolls were all records of Spirit Arts.

Techniques were in books, and Spirit Arts were on Beast Skin Scrolls; this was essentially what made up the Spiritual Weapon Repository.

Pride Corpse still showed no reaction whatsoever.

"Is this guy so clueless he doesn’t even know what he’s looking for?"

Xin Lin noticed the incense in her hand had only a third left.

If this continued, the opportunity to utilize the Spiritual Weapon Repository would be wasted.

Xin Lin thought for a moment and her gaze fell on the Wood Healing Helmet from the Eight-Stream Spirit Technique.

This was also the only Eight-Stream Spirit Technique in the first layer of the Spiritual Weapon Repository. Among the dwarfs, choosing the tallest one must be right.

Xin Lin reached out for that Beast Skin Scroll.

The Beast Skin Scrolls from the Spiritual Weapon Repository could be borrowed for a period ranging from a month to three days, which Captain Yang had already reminded Xin Lin about.

When Xin Lin took down the Beast Skin Scroll, she couldn’t help but take a closer look, and upon doing so, she frowned.

With the help of Fu Xi’s Energy, she could see the characters inside the Beast Skin Scroll she held with absolute clarity.

"Five Spirits Introduction?"

Xin Lin recognized the content recorded within "Wood Healing Helmet," which was identical to the Five Spirits Introduction, a basic introductory Spirit Art she had previously obtained from Little Xinzhuo.

Xin Lin picked up a few more Beast Skin Scrolls to examine and, without exception, all were "inconsistent in appearance and content."

"These Spirit Arts have been replaced by someone."

Xin Lin frowned.

Such a large-scale switcheroo obviously wasn’t the work of the old eunuch; he didn’t have the guts for it.

The person who swapped them didn’t want Xin Lin to cultivate any formidable Spirit Arts.

Looking over the entire Imperial Palace, only Empress Feng and her son had the capability and desire to entrap Xin Lin.

"What a bewitching wench, Empress Feng, almost got me."

Had Xin Lin not possessed Fu Xi’s Energy, enabling her to see the content within the Beast Skin Scrolls, this visit to the Spiritual Weapon Repository would have indeed been a waste.

Xin Lin tossed the Beast Skin Scroll back.

There was less than a tenth of the incense stick remaining.

Her time was running out.

"It’s getting dark, hurry up. The moment time’s up, get lost immediately."

The impatient voice of the old eunuch reached her ears.

With the chaotic mix of Beast Skin Scrolls and books, there was no longer enough time to choose the correct one.

"The one by your foot."

Right when the incense in Xin Lin’s hand was about to burn out, the latecomer voice of "Pride Corpse" finally arrived.