"Lin Xiao, I noticed that your cultivation methods of the Regimen Realm are way different from the Taixuan Sect. I suppose that was imparted by Chiyan the Great Master. Hence I doubt the propriety of me talking the liberty of choosing for you. You may as well go and choose at the scriptorium yourself with this token. Based on your level, you'd better do it on the ground floor. You see, your martial career resembles construction, only if you get your foundations well-laid will you have good prospects."
Lin Xiao took over the wooden token and nodded his head with gratitude, then he left for the scriptorium straight away.
Li followed Lin with his eyes till he came back to himself. He looked down at the herb inventory, which ushered in zeal in his eyes. Then Li hurried off.
It was fair to say the scriptorium was of great importance to the Taixuan Sect, where one could get cultivation methods passed down by all generations.
As being said, the Taixuan Sect was initially named otherwise, which was not recorded anywhere. But according to related hearsay, the sect was established by a Dizun. It didn't deteriorate for various reasons until the Godfiend battle.
The scriptorium was both a restricted area and a holy place for all disciples. It was said that there were highly likely legacies of a Dizun stored. An increasing number of people scrambled for them even if everyone came back empty-handed. Dizun's legacies, the two words alone appealed to people to the full.
Considering it was of great significance, the scriptorium was out of bounds to a disciple of the sect even, if without a token.
There were four types of tokens used in the Taixuan Sect, jade, gold, silver, and bronze. The jade token was the only one of its kind, exclusively owned by the patriarch. Three gold ones were in the hands of the three most veteran seniors. Silver ones were owned by average seniors and the key disciples. While domestic disciples had the bronze ones.
As for the outside disciples, though they were also granted the access to the scriptorium, the tokens they used were simply made of wood. That could only be viewed as a mere pass instead of formal tokens.
Right now, Lin Xiao was on his way there with a wooded token.
The other day Li Taixuan already showed Lin Xiao around there, so he made easy progress from experience this time. The disciples guarding the scriptorium went into his sight miles away.
Their eyes ran down the disciples entering and exiting the scriptorium so vigilantly as if they were thieves, whereas the latter acted rather timid. Seeing this, Lin Xiao couldn't help but curve his lips.
After all, these gatekeepers were rather responsible.
Lin Xiao paced up.
The gatekeeping disciples turned their heads on hearing his steps and straightened up after they saw his face.
Last time, the patriarch accompanied a young lad visiting the scriptorium, and the safekeeping disciples went right struck dumb. Hence Lin Xiao's look registered with them well as hell.
Seeing Lin Xiao drawing near, they dared not sight him.
Lin Xiao looked at them with a smile and handed over the wooden token.
The gatekeeping disciples took a token glimpse and let him pass, which lasted no longer than two seconds.
"Thanks." Lin Xiao took back the token and went off into the scriptorium.
A domestic disciples who just came out went stupefied on the scene. He even completely forgot to register at the security office for the cultivation methods they copied.
"Stop dawdling along, go get lost if you don't need the methods!" The gatekeepers came back to themselves on coping with him.
The disciple felt indignant. How come an outside disciple could stride in simply with a wooden token, whereas he had to suffer wrong just because he procrastinated for merely a second.
Of course, he dared not speak his mind, as he couldn't offend the the gatekeepers.
But he failed to get away with it, as the gatekeepers already picked up on his facial expression. One of them let out a sneer and said, "You're not comparable with him. The other day the patriarch accompanied him here in person, when we happened to be on duty. Don't act as a snob!"
"Accompanied by the patriarch..." On hearing this, the domestic disciple right away showed the white feather and apologized repeatedly, ghostly pale. Then he dashed off like a rabbit being hunted.