Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Chapter 2160: Chapter 2161: Breakthrough

This process is slow, yet Lin Chen doesn’t feel impatient.

His breathing is steady, and the Spiritual Energy flickering and advancing seems to have a subtle tendency to break through its original barriers in his Dantian.

Lin Chen feels neither surprised nor delighted, as prior to that departure, his cultivation was already on the verge of breaking through to the fourth level of Spirit Refinement, but it had stalled due to the long journey.

However, after the battle, the depletion of Spiritual Energy further stimulated his potential, allowing him to smoothly break through to the fourth level of Spirit Refinement.

This was a natural progression, almost requiring little guidance from Lin Chen, as the Spiritual Energy broke through its old barriers and reached the fourth level of Spirit Refinement.

The upgrade in his cultivation allowed the existing Spiritual Energy within Lin Chen to become even more abundant.

Once he stabilized the realm at this level, Lin Chen slowly opened his eyes and lightly exhaled a breath of stale air.

He got out of bed, feeling incredibly light and refreshed, prompting him to stretch lazily in this comfortable state.

”If there is time later, I’ll visit the martial arts library and find a suitable Cultivation Technique to practice once my injuries heal,” he mused.

Lin Chen pondered over it, planning ahead to avoid being caught off guard. He desperately needed the skills of this world to enhance his strength.

After eating, it was already noon.

Once Chen Lin came to nourish his body for a while, only then did Lin Chen have the time to go to the martial arts library.

He was already familiar with the location of the library, so this time he didn’t need anyone to lead the way; he went there on his own.

With ease, he entered the library. At this moment, he didn’t stay on the lower floor where the Cultivation Techniques are stored. Instead, he headed directly to the area of spiritual skills above.

With a flash of light, Lin Chen’s figure entered the fifth floor.

The number of people here was evidently more than downstairs; silhouettes abounded, surpassing the numbers Lin Chen encountered in his sect.

”Hah... ha!”

Shouts rang out on this fifth floor, accompanied by shimmering light flows, among which fists or kicks emitted a powerful aura flickering in the room.

Yet the seemingly formidable waves dissipated into the air as their movements extended their punches and kicks, a peculiar sight.

Lin Chen observed all this with interest, as it seemed less like a library and more akin to a martial arts arena.

”Excuse me, I’d like to find some spiritual skills involving swordsmanship.”

Lin Chen approached an area where, unlike below, an elderly man sat lazily on a chair, his eyes absent of focus.

As Lin Chen finished speaking, the old man didn’t lift his head, only responded with a slightly hoarse tone, ”Seventh row of bookshelves.”

”Thank you.”

Lin Chen offered a brief respectful fist gesture, then proceeded to the location the old man had mentioned, while a voice followed him from behind.

”Remember, spiritual skills cannot be taken out of this place. If someone is caught, they’ll be killed outright.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Chen’s steps paused slightly, frowning a bit. He glanced around and only then understood why these people were relentlessly practicing here.

It turns out these spiritual skills could only be used within the martial arts library, leaving them with no choice but to practice here while searching for a suitable Cultivation Technique.

This disrupted Lin Chen’s original plans.

Since he had already arrived, Lin Chen didn’t want to leave abruptly; at least he wanted to see what was unique about these spiritual skills.

When he arrived at the shelf of sword-related spiritual skills, the shelves were filled with ancient texts and, a few meters beside him, there were two figures there perusing.

Among them, one was particularly striking due to his unusual appearance.

With a headful of silver-white hair and an exceedingly long beard, his clothes appeared old and grimy from not being washed for who knows how long, emitting an odor that caused nearby individuals to wrinkle their noses and move away.

However, that person seemed unaware, with his attention fully absorbed in the book, displaying a hint of contemplation in his furrowed brows.

His fingers occasionally formed a sword gesture, tracing in the air to release intense Sword Qi, which manifested a sword blade about half a meter in mid-air before dispersing.

This person drew Lin Chen’s gaze for several more moments, then he took a deep breath and began searching for a suitable spiritual skill.

On Earth, he considered himself a master swordsman. But upon arriving here, the techniques from Earth proved unsuitable.

Only the Tianyan Ancient Sword was particularly convenient for Lin Chen to wield, and its special material added an edge to the sword.

Such a Divine Weapon, Lin Chen didn’t want to waste, so when he first thought of learning spiritual skills, he considered sword techniques.

The sword is the royal among weapons.

It is different from the arrogant knife and lacks the dominance carried by the long spear; it epitomizes spirit and elegance, which is its characteristic. Therefore, typical sword techniques come with a complete set of movement techniques to complement its graceful nature.

Thus, they can be maximized in execution.

In his search for spiritual skills, Lin Chen also aimed in this direction, but this added restrictions, slowing down his searching pace significantly.

He furrowed his brows and lightly sighed with each book turned and glanced over.

”Why, friend, are you also a lover of swords?”

Unknowingly, Lin Chen walked to the eccentric man’s side. As he sighed and returned a sword technique book to the shelf, his sigh caught the man’s attention, his eyes revealed a faint glimmer, examining Lin Chen.

”I suppose so.”

Lin Chen focused on searching for spiritual skills, evidently disinterested in conversation, replying perfunctorily.

This demeanor didn’t spark the eccentric man’s irritation. Instead, he cheerfully watched Lin Chen, closed the book in his hands, and beneath his unusually long brows, a gleam of excitement flashed in his eyes.

”Why do none of these spiritual skills catch your eye?”

”Yes. Finding a suitable one is really difficult,” Lin Chen replied.

The eccentric’s eyes were even more excited; he then spoke, ”I’ve been here for years. I wouldn’t claim to be overly familiar with these spiritual skills, but finding one suitable for you wouldn’t be difficult.”

”How about this, friend, how about a spar with me? If I see your moves clearly, I’ll give you recommendations.”

The string of words from the eccentric left Lin Chen slightly stunned; then he turned and questioned the peculiar man, ”Is this senior looking to spar?”

”I suppose so. It’s not important,” the eccentric said impatiently, stroking his beard. ”Do you agree or not?”

The eccentric’s voice gradually rose, causing those originally immersed in spiritual skills to pause, and when they turned to look at the eccentric and Lin Chen, their faces bore inexplicable interest.

”This guy’s unlucky to run into the crazy Wang right off...”

”Good luck to him...”

The sounds of both schadenfreude and pity echoed around, drawing everyone’s attention toward the two.