Chapter 2210: Library of Heavenly Books

Chapter 2210: Library of Heavenly Books

“This is the Library of Heavenly Books of the Red Ink Tavern. It’s one of the ten largest libraries in the Tai Chu Holy Land, and the books inside cover topics from astronomy to history, from immortal spells to arts, and almost anything that you can imagine. It’s a collection of the wisdom of tens of thousands of tribes, and it can be regarded as the holiest place in the Tai Chu Holy Land.” Ying Bao wore an expression of reverence and yearning as she introduced the library before her.

The Library of Heavenly Books was a standalone pagoda that rested atop the peak of the Red Ink Tavern.

In other words, An Lin was essentially standing on the roof of the Red Ink Tavern right now. However, this roof had been flattened to place another pagoda on top of it.

“Then let’s go in and take a look,” An Lin said in excitement.

“We can’t,” Ying Bao immediately shook her hands and said. “The Library of Heavenly Books isn’t open to everyone. You don’t have the right to enter right now.”

An Lin faltered upon hearing this. “I don’t have the right? Didn’t Sister Hong say that this place holds the largest and most impressive collection of books?”

“Yeah, that’s right. This is the largest and most impressive collection of books. However, no one said that you can read them,” Ying Bao said naturally.

An Lin drew a sharp breath.

Why had he joined the Red Ink Tavern? It was simply to read these books!

Yet he discovered at this moment that Sister Hong had tricked him!

An Lin pondered for a moment before smiling warmly and asking, “Then how can I obtain the right to enter this Library of Heavenly Books?”

He glanced at the two white-haired elders who were guarding the entrance to the library, only to discover that they were actually supreme beings at the Dao Integration Stage. However, An Lin was unsure of how they were evading the backlash of heaven and earth while still maintaining this cultivation base.

“Um… Ying Bao doesn’t know either. Ying Bao also doesn’t have the right to enter. However, I’ve heard that the main drawcards of the Red Ink Tavern have the opportunity to enter the Library of Heavenly Books…”

An Lin was truly “delighted” upon hearing this.

Say, I have to become a main drawcard just to read a few books?

I—the Heavenly Darkness God and the Battle God of the Tai Chu Continent—actually have to stoop down to such a level?

Are they forcing me to use violence?!

“Oh, that’s right. Little Bao also has to give you a warning. Whatever you do, don’t try to force your way into the Library of Heavenly Books. There’s an incredibly terrifying restriction protecting it,” Ying Bao warned.

“Oh,” An Lin replied with a nod. However, he didn’t take this warning to heart. What rubbish restriction? He could easily open this restriction if he undid the seal on his body.

Ying Bao pouted her lips upon seeing An Lin’s uncaring expression. “Don’t underestimate it. A woman who referred to herself as the Heavenly Light Goddess tried to force her way into the Library of Heavenly Books in the second region yesterday, yet she was directly punished and blasted into smithereens.”

These words exploded in An Lin’s mind like five terrifying bolts of lighting.

He was transfixed with shock, and he stammered, “What… what did you say? The Heavenly Light Goddess?”

“Yeah, that’s right. Brother Dabao, do you know her?” Ying Bao asked in curiosity.

An Lin hurriedly suppressed the shock in his mind and replied, “No… I don’t know her. I was just surprised that someone dares to refer to themselves as a Heavenly Goddess. Such arrogance…”

“Oh… In fact, the title of Heavenly Goddess actually suits her quite well. She was so powerful that she was even able to defeat the two guards who hadn’t been defeated in over ten thousand battles.

“However, in the end, she was still obliterated by the invincible restriction left by the ancestor. Of course, this was an inevitable outcome.” There was respect and admiration in Ying Bao’s beautiful eyes as she talked about this powerful person.

An Lin was far more astonished than his expression let on.

The Heavenly Light Goddess truly came here?

And she even tried to force her way into the Library of Heavenly Books?

More importantly, she was actually blasted into smithereens by the restriction of the Library of Heavenly Books?

An Lin was well aware of the Heavenly Light Goddess’ true powers. Thus, he knew that she wouldn’t be killed so easily. However, the restriction in the Library of Heavenly Books had already proven its immense power by defeating her. By the looks of it, this Tai Chu Holy Land was no simple place.

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He couldn’t be too careless…

Although An Lin was stunned, a smile involuntarily tugged at the corners of his lips.

His efforts hadn’t been wasted. Right now, he had confirmed at least one thing. That was, the Damaged Sword of the Heavenly Dao was intricately related to the Library of Heavenly Books. The Heavenly Light Goddess’ target was none other than the Library of Heavenly Books!

Initially, he had only planned on using this Library of Heavenly Books to further his understanding of this world. Now, however, he had coincidentally discovered that this was the true target of the Heavenly Light Goddess. This discovery had saved him heaps of time.

Ying Bao tugged on An Lin’s sleeves and said softly, “Brother Dabao, let’s go. We can just gaze at the Library of Heavenly Books from afar.”

“M-hm.” An Lin nodded and asked, “Oh, that’s right. Ying Bao, what’s the quickest way to become a main drawcard of the Red Ink Tavern?”

“This… The Red Ink Tavern holds a voting event each night, whereby the customers cast a vote for their favorite performer. You’ll be directly promoted to a main drawcard of the Red Ink Tavern if you receive double the votes of the highest-scoring main drawcard.

“The difficulty of this is immense. It’s already been several hundred years since someone last became a main drawcard through this method.”

Ying Bao blushed slightly as she gazed at An Lin’s handsome face that was exuding an indescribable aura, and she said, “Brother Dabao, you’re fairly handsome, so I’m sure that you’ll be promoted to a main drawcard in no time even if you take things step by step.”

An Lin shook his head slightly. He was naturally confident that he could become a main drawcard if he took things step by step. However, he didn’t have enough time! He only had three days, so how could he casually waste his time here? He had to take the shortest path to his goal.

Main drawcard of the Red Ink Tavern…

You’re mine!

An Lin patted Ying Bao’s head and said with a smile, “Let’s go. I need to make some preparations.”

“Okay! Let’s go and learn how to receive and entertain guests.”

“No, not this.”

“Huh? Then what do you want to learn?”

“I’m going to learn how to become a main drawcard of the Red Ink Tavern in a day!”

Ying Bao felt like An Lin was a little overconfident.

Had he become so conceited and cocksure just because someone had praised his appearance?

Ying Bao pouted unhappily and said, “Brother Dabao, you’re acting a little too arrogant. You still haven’t suffered from the brutal reality of the Red Ink Tavern…”

An Lin pinched her dainty nose and said with a chuckle, “You haven’t suffered from the brutal reality of the Red Ink Tavern either, have you?”

Ying Bao was just sixty years old, and she was the daughter of Sister Hong. In other words, she had a very powerful background, which meant that she didn’t need to deal with any of the customers. At most, she would only need to initiate new members and show off a bit.

Ying Bao pushed An Lin’s hand aside and said with a humph, “Although I haven’t faced any brutal situations, I still have much more experience than you!”

“Alright, enough with the nonsense. Let’s investigate how to make me a main drawcard tonight.” An Lin grabbed Ying Bao’s slender hand and started walking toward the training room.

The training rooms were located on the seventieth to seventy-second floors of the Red Ink Tavern.

These were the rooms where the performers and artists rehearsed how to please the guests.

Because of his outstanding appearance and disposition, An Lin was able to enter the gold medal training room on the seventy-second floor. There were several tutors here, and they were responsible for providing guidance as well as selecting the best performers.

“Hi, tutors. I’m Liu Dabao, a new trainee. My special talents include cooking, dancing, and showing off my handsomeness.”

An Lin was dressed in a white Daoist robe and holding a black frying pan in his hands as he struck a pose before the gold medal tutors.

“Oh, not bad.”

“He looks fairly fashionable.”

There was a slight glimmer in the tutors’ eyes as they indicated for An Lin to begin his performance.

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