Chapter 10: [Transmigrating While Resisting Arrest] 10

She wandered around the Library, first looking for cultivation techniques, and then for a sword technique.

There weren't many cultivation techniques suitable for women, nor were there many sword techniques. However, Qin Su落 was not worried; in her eyes, as long as a sword technique's moves were simple, light, and capable of killing with a single strike, they would suffice.

Qin Su落 pressed her lips tightly together, her eyes scanning the techniques rapidly. As a genius special forces soldier from the 21st century, her greatest strength was actually not her physical prowess, even though her skills were already top-tier. Her strength lay in her brain—her memory was astonishing, allowing her to never forget what she saw, to read ten lines in a single glance, and possessing a natural sensitivity of the six senses. Having traveled to this cultivation world, this aspect of her power had never vanished; instead, it seemed to have become even stronger. Otherwise, her comprehension of swordplay would not have been so formidable.

Therefore, Qin Su落 only needed to look at the techniques and commit them to memory.

Of course, she only picked techniques suitable for herself: Primordial Steps, Profound Yin Method, Green Lotus Scroll, Lone Star Art, Taiqing Method... She quickly memorized all the techniques she deemed useful or that she liked at first glance. After looking through nearly five volumes, she realized in a daze that the ones she had selected were all of the purest, most transcendent, and most aloof character.

But it didn't matter; the sword she envisioned possessed that very same temperament—pure and natural, yet solitary, lofty, and unique.

After finishing with these cultivation techniques, she stepped into the sword technique section to take a look. Soon, she found a sword technique suitable for her, and after committing it to memory as well, she looked up toward the second floor.

These techniques would gradually advance; what was placed on the first floor were merely the most superficial first stages of all the techniques. The first stage was further divided into ten levels, which could be used all the way up to the tenth level of Foundation Establishment.

Of course, if you were truly a genius—especially a genius with extremely high comprehension—even if your current cultivation was at the Xiantian realm, you could still go to the second floor to learn once you had broken through the first stage of a technique.

Only after Qin Su落 had finished everything did she walk out of the Library.

When she reached the entrance, Old Man Nie opened his eyes slightly to glance at her. Watching her departing figure, he felt a bit strange. "After that girl went in, she flipped through so many cultivation techniques and sword techniques, yet not a single one was suitable for her? Did she really not take a liking to any? Or... has she actually attained the ability of photographic memory? Surely not..."

Qin Su落 had come out empty-handed, so Old Man Nie naturally saw it clearly.

If she wanted to change the situation of being mocked and discriminated against, she had to break through to the ninth level of the Houtian realm within three months. If she could enter the Xiantian realm, she would become the new generation's genius!

Returning to the thatched hut on the mountain, Qin Su落 carried a longsword in her hand and walked toward the empty top of a cliff on the other side.

The thing constantly echoing in her mind was the Primordial Art she had just read! The technique paired with the Primordial Art recorded a type of footwork. It was said that when such footwork was used, it was like the beginning of the Primordial Chaos, giving off a hazy, muddled, and indistinct feeling that would disrupt the opponent's vision, making them unable to locate her true body. When the Primordial Steps were practiced to the highest level, one could become like clouds or mist; when wanting to disappear, one would scatter, and when wanting to appear, one would arrive in an instant.

Qin Su落 thrust the longsword into the ground beside her, and her mind began to recall the Primordial Art she had just memorized, as her footsteps began to move slowly.