AWB Chapter 257 Crazy Obstacle
Chapter 257 Crazy Obstacle
Outside the Trial Tower, it was already broad daylight.
Long Jiajia yawned: "Finally up to the fifth floor, this time it took a while."
Tu Xiaoxiao sat cross-legged on the stone chair: "How long should it normally take?"
Long Jiajia: "It's hard to say. Some people can climb the tower in a few hours, while others can take three to five days, seven or eight days, or even not be able to get out. I'm just talking about Shen Yao's tower climbing speed. She stayed on the fourth floor for too long."
Tu Xiaoxiao relaxed a bit, and a slight smile appeared on her lips: "In other words, she's quite fast, she'll definitely be able to get out."
Long Jiajia lazily replied, "Probably."
Feng Yu stared intently at the spiritual fire within the tower, her voice tense: "Look, isn't the area beneath the green spiritual fire turning golden?"
Long Jiajia glanced at it and yawned again: "Normal, it means she received the blessing of the tower spirit and improved some of her abilities."
"This usually happens after passing the fourth level. Once you turn all gold, it means you've passed the seventh level and are about to come out."
"I'm going to sleep first. Don't all stay here. Take turns sleeping for a while." She stood up, stretched, put her hands behind her back, and walked away with a carefree air.
After Long Jiajia left, a servant came in, tidied up the room, and asked if they wanted to go back to their rooms to rest. They said they would stay here.
The servants bowed and withdrew, returning shortly afterward to serve them breakfast. They then set out three beds in the stone house before leaving the room.
The fifth level of the Trial Tower is an ocean of knowledge.
In the spacious and bright library, Shen Yao was engrossed in reading.
The book she was flipping through was "Sophie's World," a philosophy book she had read when she was eleven years old in the only small bookstore in the village. It was the book that opened the door to the world of philosophy for her.
There were also some books piled on her desk that she had benefited greatly from and treasured.
Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, The Old Man and the Sea, The Poems of Xin Qiji, Personality Disorders, The Self-Healing of Mental Disorders, The Horror of the Thirteenth Personality, Unsolved Mysteries of the World, Anna Karenina, Old Goriot... were neatly stacked on the desk.
She loves reading the most. Reading broadens her horizons, enriches her mind, and allows her to temporarily forget the troubles of reality, experiencing different lives through the characters in books.
She loved reading when she was in school, especially after learning that there was an older sister in the next village who got up at five o'clock every morning to study. She was so outstanding that she was admitted to a key high school, and the school let her study for free.
Later, that older sister was admitted to a prestigious university, which awarded her a scholarship. From then on, she completely changed her fate and was no longer forced to marry and have children in that backward and dilapidated place.
Shen Yao was filled with envy and wanted to change her fate through studying. Unfortunately, she suffered from severe headaches and her memory continued to decline. Even though she worked hard and got into a good high school, it was far from enough to get her to study for free, and she was forced to drop out of school.
From then on, she lived a life of being sold for her dowry, self-harm to protect herself, and being beaten after the dowry was returned.
It wasn't until she escaped the hellish place at the age of twenty and wandered the streets for a while that she was taken in by a small factory and started working. Only then did she gradually return to a normal life and finally become able to buy books to read on her own.
This enormous library on the fifth floor was paradise to her.
She was immediately captivated upon entering the library, and on a whim, books that had left a deep impression on her seemed to fly from the various shelves to her eyes.
She picked up "Sophie's World," stroked the cover with fascination, sat down at the desk in front of her, and began to read.
She was the only living thing in the library, and the only sound was the soft rustling of pages turning.
Time always flies when you're reading.
She read one book after another, reading tirelessly and savoring each one.
She lost track of time inside the Trial Tower; so much time that she had finished reading all the books piled up in front of her, which automatically flew back to the bookshelf. She then selected new books and continued reading them with great interest.
Five days have passed outside the Trial Tower, and her relatives and friends waiting outside are extremely anxious.
Long Jiajia paced back and forth: "It's been too long, far too long."
After she finished speaking, she looked up and saw two male cultivators on the stone chair who were staring at the small tower's spirit fire, even more anxious than her. She choked on her words and explained, "Actually, it's not that long. Staying on the fifth floor for five days is normal. I'm just saying that compared to Shen Yao's previous speed, it's really too long."
Feng Yu and Tu Xiaoxiao didn't respond; they were both too heavy-hearted to chat.
Huo Die stood on the windowsill, his back to them, squinting at the lit windows on the fifth floor of the Trial Tower.
Long Jiajia walked up to Huo Die and stood beside him: "They're both anxious, aren't you?"
Huo Die muttered to himself, "If I do some calculations, my daughter isn't that unlucky."
"You can even do divination?" Long Jiajia said with a smile. "Then help me calculate how many more husbands I can take in this lifetime?"
Huo Die pretended to do some calculations: "Ten is already perfect. Let's stop now, Miss Long Liu."
Long Jiajia wasn't disappointed and said happily, "Okay, ten is fine too."
Huo Die raised his hand and pointed to the stone bead at the top of the tower: "The spirit of the Trial Tower is inside."
Long Jiajia's expression changed: "What do you want to do?"
Huo Die withdrew his hand, rolled over to the bed by the wall and lay down, resting his head on his hand, and said calmly, "If Taling wants to trap my daughter to death, I don't mind having a good talk with it."
After reading several miscellaneous books, Shen Yao closed them and muttered, "Ancient Chinese is obscure and difficult to understand. It would be great if there were a teacher to explain it to me."
As soon as she finished speaking, a mechanical voice came from the library: "Received, we will arrange a teacher for you immediately."
Shen Yao stared wide-eyed at the panel that appeared in front of her, which automatically scrolled through the information of the teachers. She was dumbfounded. Could this really be done?
She flipped through the photos of the witty old man and quickly clicked on one. The semi-transparent panel in the air disappeared, and the same old man as in the photo appeared in front of her.
When the teacher spoke, she used the same language as her.
That's good, no need to worry about translation.
After the old man introduced himself in a very gentlemanly manner, he brought out a math and physics textbook and offered to teach her.
Shen Yao, a liberal arts student, could manage middle school physics and chemistry, but the books this exceptionally intelligent teacher picked out were beyond her comprehension, even the symbols...
After explaining it for the fifteenth time... the teacher suddenly became irritable: "I've never seen such an inattentive student!"
The enraged teacher was truly terrifying. Shen Yao shrank back for a moment, then boldly flattered, "Thank you, teacher. You only said I wasn't paying attention, not that I'm stupid."
"Bang!" The furious teacher slammed his fist on the table: "You can insult your own intelligence, but you can't insult mine. There are no stupid students in the world, only teachers who haven't found the right methods."
Shen Yao agreed: "It's also possible that this student isn't suited for math and science. Teacher, I'm a humanities student, could I ask you to find a writer to be my teacher?"
The old man pondered for a moment with a serious expression, then suddenly made the playful gesture from the photo and disappeared before her eyes.
The mechanical voice sounded again: "Your request has been received. We will arrange a writer tutor for you immediately."
The panel reappeared before Shen Yao's eyes, the screen filled with author information. She quickly clicked on the owner of Baicaoyuan, and a moment later, the screen disappeared, and the owner of Baicaoyuan appeared solemnly and dignified in front of the desk.
Before the gentleman with the mustache and an upright and righteous look even introduced himself, Shen Yao was already very excited.
After the gentleman finished his introduction, Shen Yao couldn't wait to ask, "Sir, may I ask you a question? This question may be impolite."
The gentleman's movements were methodical and in line with the characteristics of the times: "Ask me anything, I will answer whatever I know."
Shen Yao didn't mince words and immediately asked the question that had troubled her for decades: "Sir, may I ask why you wrote that one is a jujube tree and the other is also a jujube tree? There are rumors that you were padding the word count. Did you really do that to pad the word count?"