Chapter 151 A Born Swordsman (1/2)

Ruan Tang didn't even bother to change out of her pajamas; her little slippers were making a clattering sound as she ran, and one of them looked like it was about to fly off.

She was anxious, her fair toes curled up unconsciously, her face tense, and she pulled Yan Yu into the library.

Inside the attic, a tranquil atmosphere, a blend of spirit wood and ancient scrolls, wafted through the air.

Rows of bookshelves, so tall they seem to disappear, stand silently through the ages.

Ruan Tang was extremely anxious. She gathered her spiritual power and floated up into the air, quickly weaving between the bookshelves. Her small hands brushed across the jade slips, creating a gentle breeze.

Yan Yu stood downstairs, forcing himself to calm down.

He pushed his newly formed divine sense to its limit, rapidly scanning the names of rows of ancient books.

Little White was also frantic, pacing around in circles on the ground.

The little master's affairs are of paramount importance, and it must share the burden!

Seeing several bamboo scrolls fall at Ruan Tang's feet, it immediately took off with its short legs and huffed and puffed with its two front paws to pick them up, wanting to help find them.

But it overestimated itself.

He slipped and tripped over the heavy bamboo slips, rolling around like a snow-white ball of fluff.

Achoo!

Little Whitey lifted its fluffy head from a pile of books, a little dust on its nose, and sneezed pitifully.

Its big, dark purple eyes were watery as it looked at Ruan Tang flying in mid-air, and then at the book it couldn't drag no matter what it did.

The little guy plopped down on the ground, hanging his head in frustration.

The stardust on the tip of that fluffy tail dimmed several shades instantly.

It's over.

Me, a useless little brat.

The two men and the mouse searched almost the entire library, but found nothing.

As Ruan Tang emerged from the library, all her tension instantly dissipated.

She plopped down on the soft grass, rested her chin on her hands, let out a long sigh, and her small shoulders slumped down.

Yan Yu sat down next to her.

Seeing her dejected appearance, the cold anxiety he felt due to the change in his dantian was miraculously soothed.

He reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

His fingertips traced her soft cheek, and the delicate touch calmed his wildly beating heart.

"Tangtang," he said, his voice much calmer than before, "don't worry."

He looked at the ever-blue sky in the space, his mind racing, and a bold guess gradually took shape.

"I guess I used to have three superpower crystal cores."

“After arriving in this world and starting to cultivate, spiritual energy has been constantly cleansing my body.” He paused, organizing his thoughts, “Perhaps… my metal-type ability crystal core was directly transformed into a metal spiritual root by the laws of heaven and earth here.”

This explanation sounds plausible.

Ruan Tang's eyes lit up instantly, and her previous frustration vanished.

"That's right!" She clapped her hands excitedly, moved in front of Yan Yu, and looked up at him with her little face. "Metal-type ability, metal spiritual root, the attributes are the same, it can definitely be converted!"

The more she thought about it, the more she realized it made sense, and the worry on her face disappeared.

"Brother, your spiritual root is naturally shaped like a sword, so you're a born sword cultivator!" Ruan Tang's cheeks flushed with excitement. "In the cultivation world, nine out of ten cultivators with golden spiritual roots are sword cultivators, unparalleled in killing and possessing incredible combat power!"

After listening, Yan Yu merely raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly, his expression remaining calm.

"unnecessary."

His tone was resolute, a survival rule he had gleaned from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the apocalypse.