The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl

Chapter 311 - 310: Sympathetic Gazes

The voice of Pride Corpse fell into Xin Lin’s ears, sounding like music from heaven.

She glanced at her feet and indeed, there lay a tattered booklet.

At this point, Xin Lin didn’t care whether the booklet was a Cultivation Technique or a Spirit Art, anyway, it was chosen by Pride Corpse.

As long as she satisfied Pride Corpse’s requirement, she would be able to learn the Ghost God Fist Second Form.

Xin Lin was overjoyed, she grabbed the tattered booklet and dashed to the old eunuch.

"I’ve made my choice, this is the one."

As she said this, the incense stick in Xin Lin’s hand extinguished.

The old eunuch, with his blurry old eyes, brought the lantern closer to take a careful look at the book in Xin Lin’s hands.

When the old eunuch saw the few words on the cover of the book, his eyeballs almost popped out, a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, and he quickly noted down the booklet Xin Lin was borrowing.

"Borrowing time, ten days. Return it on time, and don’t scribble or doodle on the book."

With that, the old eunuch, summoning up some unexpected strength, pushed and shoved Xin Lin out of the door.

When she emerged from the Royal Spiritual Weapon Vault, it was already dark.

"Miss Xin, you’re finally out."

The relief on Captain Yang’s face was evident when he saw Xin Lin, followed closely by "Silly Chu."

Just after Captain Yang had escorted Xin Lin into the Spiritual Weapon Repository, Silly Chu followed suit.

Silly Chu clamored about taking his daughter home, nearly barging into the Spiritual Weapon Repository, and it took some persuading by Captain Yang to calm him down.

"Father, I’ve chosen the Cultivation Technique, let’s say farewell to Ma Jingtian, and then let’s head back to the mansion."

Xin Lin had "perfectly" completed her mission, and she was in a good mood.

"Daughter... great job..."

Silly Chu clapped his hands, a broad smile stretched across his handsome face, his eyes scarcely visible.

"Miss Xin, what Cultivation Technique did you find, let me see too."

Captain Yang asked with a laugh.

What Cultivation Technique, Xin Lin didn’t even know herself; after all, it was chosen by Pride Corpse, it must be some kind of incredibly potent Spirit Art or Cultivation Technique.

Using the moonlight, Xin Lin looked at the book cover.

"Royal Garden Cultivation Technique?!"

Xin Lin’s lips twitched, staring at the few large characters on the book cover, she had a bad premonition.

This title didn’t seem like any formidable Cultivation Technique at all.

"Pride Corpse, is this really what you were looking for?"

Xin Lin murmured quietly in inquiry.

However, what answered her was Captain Yang’s stuttering voice.

"Miss Xin, are you sure you didn’t make a mistake, you chose this?"

Captain Yang’s mouth gaped wide, almost large enough to swallow an egg.

"It should be some kind of Cultivation Technique or Spirit Art, after all, it was kept in the Royal Spiritual Weapon Vault."

Xin Lin’s will to survive was strong; she tried to fight back one last time.

"It is indeed from the Royal Spiritual Weapon Vault, but it’s... neither a Cultivation Technique nor a Spirit Art. It’s the only book in the Royal Spiritual Weapon Vault that is neither, only because it was authored by the son of the Emperor, the Emperor himself."

Captain Yang looked at Xin Lin with sympathy.

Of all the books in the Spiritual Weapon Vault, this was the last one Xin Lin should have picked.

One must know, the Emperor was also the least accomplished person in the history of Longteng Country.

Throughout his life, he did nothing noteworthy except for his love of flowers, plants, and trees, hence he authored this Royal Ai Garden Cultivation Technique, preserved in the Royal Spiritual Weapon Vault.

Pride Corpse, look at what a mess you’ve chosen!

Inside Xin Lin’s heart, a little Xin Lin had already turned into a roaring dinosaur!

Unfortunately, Gui Hu couldn’t hear it.

Inside the Royal Spiritual Weapon Vault, shadows flickered, and a slender figure loomed like the night, enveloping the top of the Spiritual Weapon Vault.