The Programmer Cultivator

Chapter 350 - 45: Celestial Spirit Scripture Pavilion

Yang Guangfu froze under Zhang Deming’s strange gaze. Realization dawned on him, and he said awkwardly, "That’s not what I meant. I was just trying to say that if you have this kind of clearance, Senior Brother, you have nothing to worry about.

Because to be granted this clearance, you must have gone through a complex review process. So, in here, we’re actually very safe."

Zhang Deming nodded and said, "Let’s go. Time to see what our Celestial Spirit Scripture Pavilion is all about."

The Celestial Spirit Main Pavilion was completely different from the ’subway-pass’ system used by the branch pavilions on other peaks. This Scripture Pavilion was still protected by a Light Curtain.

However, it was a giant eggshell that enveloped the entire pavilion.

There was no Pixiu at the entrance that required you to insert a Command Token, just a solitary, eggshell-like shield.

Zhang Deming took out his Core Disciple Identity Card and pressed it against the Light Curtain.

The Light Curtain flickered, and a message appeared.

Affiliation: Spirit Nurturing Peak

Status: Core Disciple

Permissions: Verified

As the information appeared, a door-shaped opening slowly spread out from the point where Zhang Deming’s Identity Card touched the eggshell-like barrier.

Zhang Deming and Yang Guangfu exchanged a look, and one after the other, they stepped inside.

Arriving before the pavilion, Zhang Deming paused. He looked up at the plaque, and an ancient, desolate aura washed over him.

It was clear that this was a truly ancient place, one that had lain silent through the long years of history.

The two then stepped through the main doors of the Scripture Pavilion. The moment he crossed the threshold, Zhang Deming felt a sense of spatial displacement.

After a brief moment of disorientation, Zhang Deming came to his senses and found himself in a massive, domed hall.

The entire Space was immense, completely different from the outside.

The interior Space here had clearly undergone extreme expansion, possessing an effect similar to a Grotto Heaven Blessed Land.

Or perhaps, the entire pavilion was actually a Personal Cave Mansion.

Zhang Deming stood stunned for a moment before snapping out of it. He turned his head to see Yang Guangfu also staring blankly at the enormous dome before them.

Zhang Deming glanced around. They were currently in a large, hall-like area.

Behind them was the door, but the scene outside was obscured.

Just inside the entrance was a great hall with numerous rest areas. To one side of the hall was a massive counter.

At the far end of the hall was a transparent Light Curtain, and behind it, a vast library Space could be seen clearly.

The interior architecture had a somewhat Exotic Realm, domed style. The surrounding walls and the dome of the ceiling were all made of jade lattices, filled with either books or Jade Scrolls.

In the very center of the dome was a colossal jade pillar, which also had many compartments holding countless Cultivation Techniques and secret manuals.

Even a quick glance revealed a truly spectacular sight.

It took a long while for the two to come to their senses. Zhang Deming walked over to the counter in the entrance hall. A middle-aged man was there, completely engrossed in his own business.

Zhang Deming took a closer look and saw that it seemed to be a storybook, which made his eye twitch.

’Why are the guardians of the Scripture Pavilions all such slackers?’

’I can accept the Pavilion Guardian of the Outer Sect Scripture Pavilion being a slacker reading storybooks.’

’The Spiritual Qi density here is that of a Three-Star High-Grade Cave Mansion! With a post here and so much free time, wouldn’t Cultivation be a better use of it?’

Although he was complaining internally, Zhang Deming didn’t let any of it show on his face. This was because, in his eyes, this slacking middle-aged man was just an ordinary person.

That’s right—not some master whose Cultivation he couldn’t discern, but an ordinary person with absolutely no Spiritual Power fluctuations.

But the man was holding a storybook and viewing it in an ’immersive mode.’ How could an ordinary person possibly do that!

The storybooks of the Hongmeng Realm’s Cultivators were not like the ordinary novels from his past life.

Any finely bound storybook was an Artifact meticulously crafted by a Book Cultivator.

In layman’s terms, they were a combination of novels and movies from his past life.

So... what does that mean?

What’s the difference between reading a novel and watching a movie?

Watching a movie provides vivid imagery and dazzling special effects, but in the process of creating concrete visuals, it also stifles the audience’s rich imagination.

This is because they solely reflect the directors’ values and imagination.

Novels, however, are different. Based on the foundation laid by the author, the reader uses the descriptions to paint their own picture of the world within the book. This is what makes novels so captivating—the world is something you fantasize and create for yourself.

And the storybooks of Hongmeng were things created by Book Cultivators using special methods.

Once the immersive mode was activated, the reader could enter the world of the book as if it were a virtual reality.

Moreover, this world was the one imagined by the reader; the storybook Artifact merely served as the tool to switch it on.

To put it simply, it was a way to manifest one’s fantasies into a virtual world.

Under such circumstances, it would inevitably consume a considerable amount of Spiritual Power. And the deeper the fantasy, the more Spiritual Power it would consume.

But this man before him was clearly immersed in his reading, yet showed no trace of Spiritual Power—at least, none that Zhang Deming could detect.

So, it went without saying that Zhang Deming knew this was a true—slacking—hardcore master.

Seeing that the man was completely lost in the book, Zhang Deming glanced at Yang Guangfu.

Yang Guangfu caught the look. Though he was also apprehensive, he dutifully stepped forward and said, "Senior, we would like to enter the pavilion to select a Skill."

The middle-aged man, suddenly ripped from his immersion, looked up with an expression of pure annoyance.

Yang Guangfu gave a sheepish smile and repeated guiltily, "Senior, we’d like to enter the pavilion to select a Skill."