God Slayer Chronicles 87 Daoist Book

Dao Laws couldn't be fused!

Dao Laws couldn't be fused!

It rung through his head over and over again, as if repeating an old dharmic mantra. But the longer he stared at this, 'Silverlight Swordsmanship,' the more doubt mounted in his mind. Perhaps he had been wrong. Perhaps the integration and fusion of laws into a limitless divine sword was possible!

Sha Ku was reading like a madman until finally, a hand clasped his shoulder.

It was Yu Shi, looking at Sha Ku strangely.

"What are you doing, Junior Brother?" His question piercing Sha Ku's daydream, forcing him awake and back to reality.

Seeing his senior brother's trepidatious approach, Sha Ku was puzzled; couldn't the man see that he was engrossed in the workings of a genius beyond any common understanding?

Yu Shi explained the matter to Sha Ku, clearing up his confusion. For the past thirty minutes, he'd been a statue. Standing deathly still, head hunched over and muttering an indecipherable language. Only his lips were moving, and long a soliloquy of complex utterances emerged!

After so long, Yu Shi couldn't bear it anymore, he found it eerily disturbing. His little friend, the genius a genius of his age group; had he finally gone mad? Or even worse, been possessed from some ancient spirit hiding in the inky veins of these dusty old tomes?

"What?!" Sha Ku's reaction was bombastic, hairs stood on his back, and his spine curled about as tingling started to appear in his fingers.

"You… you don't see it?" Sha Ku raised his hand, holding out a dense and dusted object, wide as his shoulders and as thick as his torso.

"See what?" Yu Shi asked, a single eyebrow raised, and cornucopias amount of confusion entered his face.

Sha Ku's mind went ablaze for a single second, was he the only one able to see it?! His eyes lit up, realising what this must mean, "Spirit Artifact." He whispered in the deepest reassesses of his mind. Never had he encountered a Spirit Artifact before, which was, in fact, a book. Swords, Rings, Houses… even Worlds. He'd met them all before… but a Spirit Artifact that was instead a book… that was beyond the purview of his experience!

"Sorry, Yu Shi. You don't see it?! It's my hands! Empty Hands!" Sha Ku put of a theatrical growl, raising his arms up in the air, "The arts in this room…. The techniques… their lacking… no, not only lacking. Profoundly disappointing." Sha Ku sighed, covering his face in shame for the Spirit Sword Sect.

"It's as if I'm staring at the midday sun, but I'm no longer blinded by its glory. Instead, concluding, it's just a hot flaming ball of Yang gas." Sha Ku sighed once more, casting a shadowy layer of shame upon the library grounds.

"Snort!" A great and ginormous snort echoed throughout the library halls.

"Who dares insult my knowledge. I've been collecting the ideas and writings of man and god alike before your ancestors crawled out of mudded huts, boy!" An astute and refined voice rung throughout the room.

"What's that?" Both Yu Shi and Sha Ku asked in unison, a look of bewilderment appeared their young faces. A look Sha Ku found becoming extremely tired of waring across his face.

"You may call me Daoist Book." The voice rung out clear and refined as if it had been raised on the most delicate of plum blossom wines since it's birth, instead of its mother's milk.

"Daoist Book… seriously?" Sha Ku thought to himself, holding the heavy, yet somehow non-existent black book in his arms.
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"That has to be a fake name…" Yu Shi spoke, a look of utter boredom subsequently formed in the depths of his eyes.

"Hm! You try being stuck in a library for ten thousand years, then you'll know what a fake name is! You'll forget your own mother's face!" Daoist Book let out a loud snort, as all around our two Demonic Disciples, the red-wood library started to quake.

"You… aren't you a little petty?" Sha Ku called Daoist Book out, putting the Silverlight Swordsmanship into his interspatial ring.

"Petty?! Child, obviously you don't know whom you have the grace to speak to this day, Daoist Boo-"

"Daoist Book?" Before he could finish, Sha Ku cut him off, not daring to allow the Library Spirit to filibuster, he knew it's ilk. It likely stood, ready to pounce upon unsuspecting disciples, trying to convince them of its magnanimity, when in actuality it was dying from lack of human reaction.

To be totally honest, Sha Ku could sympathise. If one was only allowed the dusty old tomes of cultivation techniques, not even a basic commentary or novel, one would surely go insane. Even a Spirit designed for that very purpose. He himself remembered when he filibustered at his engagement feast, getting out all that pent-up introspection that he'd been storing since his rebirth.

"Daoist Book, what Earth Ranked Technique would you recommend then, for someone such as myself?" Sha Ku pressed upon Daoist Book's weak point, playing the spirit's game, but to his advantage.

"Hm! Don't try to get off that easy kid! Well… maybe… wait… tell me about yourself, no wait! That's no fun. You're pretty young as I can see. You also have a faint sniff of a bloodline upon you… actually… it's not faint. Strong. It's just your cultivation is low… and… and you're suppressing it at that." Daoist Book spoke, he started mumbling, going into a frenzy of categorically listing everything he could analyse about Sha Ku.

It was amazing to witness, like a master strategist planning out the battlefield, manipulating it to his absolute advantage… but with books.

"I know! You're a body refiner, so that means that you primarily focus on short-ranged attacks. So, we'll get you two martial techniques; the first is for long-range fighting. I think it'll suit you well!"

An ethereal being suddenly appeared, coming through the ceiling as it shot towards a bookcase, "Where is it, where is it? No, Nine tidefalls, rubbish." He flung a book away as he was through a row of books.

"Wind Scythe, eechhh" Daoist Book had a look of disgust as he chucked it away, not wanting to ever see it again.

Daoist Book proceeded to go on a determined campaign of chucking book after book against the wall, each time making a sound of revulsion with each book louder than the last. Soon enough, there were two enter piles of books and seven empty rows of books, that was until he froze in his actions. A great big smile appeared on his translucent face!

"Ahh! Here it is!" He picked the book up, kissing it.

"You wonderful thing, you are just what I was looking for! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!" Daoist Book continually kissed the book over and over again.

"Here, kid. Is this good enough for your highness?" Daoist Book appeared in front of Yu Shi and Sha Ku, handing a book called: Heartblood Flames, to Sha Ku. Before Sha Ku could even read the book though, he was shocked at the sight of Daoist Book's true appearance. He thought the spirit would be a senior, or at least portray that type of stereotype!

Instead, it looks like an angsty teenage girl!

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