Chapter 56: Master Huang
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“My Dragon, my dear Dragon!”
“My Rain Bandit, my Rain Bandit!”
“Little Dragon Maiden is so beautiful.”
“Stop looking at women, get inside to see the martial arts.”
“Practicing martial arts is so much fun.”
“Since I started training, I’ve been producing dew for sixteen hours.”
Liang Xiaoyu pursed her lips and glanced at her wristwatch.
“It’s time,” she said with delight.
High atop the stairs, the previously sealed doors of the Library of Hidden Tomes suddenly swung open.
A solitary figure appeared in the doorway, back turned to the crowd.
The volunteers had already formed a long line behind Liang Xiaoyu and the Little Dragon Maiden.
At this scene, a wave of whispering swept through the crowd.
Liang Xiaoyu was a little surprised too. “There’s someone there?”
The Little Dragon Maiden narrowed her eyes slightly.
From that person, she sensed an overwhelming aura of pressure.
A true master!
As everyone speculated about the stranger’s identity, both in the crowd and on the barrage of comments in the live stream, a sudden sound of a flute rang out.
The flute’s melody was lingering, yet carried a stirring undertone.
Everyone who heard it felt a surge of excitement.
“It really is him!” The Little Dragon Maiden clenched her fist gently.
She could feel her internal energy churning restlessly.
Only the man of legend—neither wholly righteous nor evil—could achieve this effect.
“So Mr. Qiao really invited him,” she thought.
Among all those present, she alone remained composed.
The others, flushed and exuberant as though intoxicated, grew ever louder in their discussions.
Even Liang Xiaoyu’s cheeks were rosy as she waved energetically at the camera. “The Library of Hidden Tomes is finally open!”
“Just standing here, I can feel its extraordinary aura. Truly worthy of being called a temple of martial arts.”
“But that’s not all!”
“Let me tell you, from the third to the fifth floor, there are even genuine cultivation methods!”
“From now on, don’t call me Heroine Xiaoyu—call me Fairy Xiaoyu!”
The Little Dragon Maiden found this amusing.
She could easily discern the subtle power woven into the flute’s music—a force that stirs the heart, but so weak it only rouses excitement and fervor, never causing true harm.
It was likely just to set the atmosphere.
Having witnessed the grand openings of new shops in big cities, the Little Dragon Maiden felt a touch of nostalgia.
This Huang the Apothecary truly lived up to his name as one of the Five Grandmasters.
As the live chat filled with messages like “The host is getting cocky” and “Will Fairy Xiaoyu need a bathroom break?”, the flute music abruptly ceased.
On the steps above, that solitary figure suddenly turned around.
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It was an elderly man dressed in a plain gray robe.
His hair was streaked with white, yet his face betrayed not a hint of age, glowing with health, and his eyes shone with fierce brilliance.
The moment Liang Xiaoyu met his gaze, a chill ran down her spine.
It was as if she had locked eyes with a wild beast.
“Greetings, everyone. I am Huang the Apothecary, here at Mr. Qiao’s invitation to oversee the Library of Hidden Tomes,” he began, his tone softening as he spoke. “If you have any questions, feel free to ask me.”
Having said this, Huang the Apothecary stepped aside, a gentle smile blooming across his face.
When their eyes met again, Liang Xiaoyu felt as if she were basking in the spring breeze.
He truly deserved his reputation as the most cultured of the Five Grandmasters.
Such charm could easily draw crowds of naive young women on Earth.
And in his spare time, he could discuss philosophy with the girls.
Liang Xiaoyu mused to herself.
Huang the Apothecary then pointed with a smile at the payment code hanging by the entrance. “Tickets for the first floor are one hundred thousand; for the second floor, one million.”
When his eyes met the Little Dragon Maiden’s, he nodded gently. “Miss Long, you may come and go as you please.”
“Master Huang,” the Little Dragon Maiden replied with a smile and a nod.
She too had once been curious about this legendary figure.
Now, seeing him in person, she felt a strange sense of dissonance.
He wasn’t quite as she had imagined.
Liang Xiaoyu was even more unsettled.
The great Master of Peach Blossom Island, actually reduced to minding the door.
Fantasy Park, truly peerless!
Huang the Apothecary stood to the side, flute in hand, smiling.
This flute wasn’t ideal, but he had chosen it to play a more rousing tune, forgoing the deeper, more familiar jade flute.
Liang Xiaoyu stepped forward and paid 1.1 million without a second thought.
Such a trivial sum meant nothing to her.
The other viewers in the live stream obviously felt the same.
“A first floor ticket is only a hundred thousand? So cheap!”
“Over a hundred martial arts to learn for just a hundred thousand.”
“Who cares about the first floor? The real treasures are on the second.”
“But it seems kind of a scam—you have to buy the first floor ticket before you can get to the second.”
“Calling this a scam? You clearly have no idea!”
Liang Xiaoyu glanced at the comments and couldn’t help but curl her lip.
These people were so naive—clearly never worked at a gaming company.
She had already figured out Fantasy Park’s scheme.
A ticket was just a ticket.
Just like an item was only an item.
Sure enough.
After entering, she walked straight to the nearest bookshelf.
It was filled with all manner of books.
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Liang Xiaoyu glanced casually over the titles: “Shaolin Long Fist,” “Iron Shirt,” “Eight Trigram Saber,” “Taizu Staff,” “Great Vajra Palm,” and more.
“How are these?” she asked the Little Dragon Maiden beside her.
The Little Dragon Maiden scanned each one with a hint of seriousness in her eyes.
“Some of these are quite excellent,” she explained softly. “Take this ‘Great Vajra Palm’—it’s said that once mastered, its power is like that of a vajra, able to unleash devastating palm strikes from a distance.”
She shot a glance at the live stream comments and added, “If you truly mastered it, you could probably split a car in half with a single strike.”
Liang Xiaoyu’s eyes widened. “And these count as basic martial arts?”
“In a small sect, such skills would be considered their ultimate techniques,” the Little Dragon Maiden replied coolly. “But here, they’re probably just ordinary.”
Yet inwardly, she was puzzled: Why so many Shaolin arts? Did Mr. Qiao move the entire Shaolin Library here?
Liang Xiaoyu nodded glumly. “I suppose so.”
She reached out to grab a book, only to find her hand blocked by an invisible barrier.
A small light screen appeared before her, displaying text:
“To view, please purchase—price: five million.”
Beneath the screen, sure enough, was a payment code.
Liang Xiaoyu muttered in annoyance, “Let’s check another.”
She tried “Indestructible Vajra Body Technique”—prompted: eighteen million.
“That’s a bit steep,” she whispered.
Her family was wealthy, but her father would never let her squander money at will.
And as for being the top streamer—
Her boss was her own mother!
The Little Dragon Maiden chuckled. “This is Shaolin’s supreme art. In the martial world, it’s worth more than gold.”
“And while the Shaolin Temple keeps to itself,” she added, “if anyone dared spread such arts outside, they’d be hunted to the ends of the earth.”
“True,” Liang Xiaoyu agreed. “Selling these on Earth for a hundred million wouldn’t be an exaggeration.”
She looked up at her viewers. “Don’t you all think so?”
“Absolutely right.”
“And here I thought a ticket got us unlimited access!”
“Ha, you fools—did you really think it would be that easy?”
“I’m broke, what am I even doing here?”
“Host, hurry to the second floor! See what the real peerless arts cost.”
Liang Xiaoyu grinned. “No rush, let’s keep looking.”
She browsed nearly every martial arts manual on the shelf.
The priciest was over twenty million; even the cheapest exceeded a million.
But there truly were many treasures.
After circling the shelves, Liang Xiaoyu finally settled on one.
“Gecko Wall Walking Technique.”