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The bookshelves in the room were arranged in a very orderly manner, no more, no less, three rows at a time. There were at least twenty books in a row, and the sides of each book was numbered with cinnabar.

Such a method was both convenient to search for and would not be disorderly.

Gu Hua Wei stretched out her hand and took out the first book. It was written on the side with the word '1' on it. The yellowing book had been placed there for a long time, and the words' Ming Zhi 'were written on the cover.

Gu Hua carefully opened the tattered cover of the book. When she saw the words neatly written in small characters on the first page, she knew that this was a book about cultivation of the heart.

The ink on the yellowish oily paper had become slightly faint, and a few words were enough to make people feel enlightened.

The journey of the Grand Dao was endless.

The road was long and narrow, one must first understand the meaning behind it.

Why was it a Dao? Why did he become a Dao?

The affairs of the world were like chess, and the smoke was like the mist.

If it became a great Dao, then the heart would definitely search for it.

Gu Hua's slender finger lightly stopped at that phrase, 'will always be known first', as a rare perplexity appeared in her eyes.

She had always felt that cultivation was only for the sake of living, to live as if it were nothing. That was why she wanted to use all her effort to reach a higher position and obtain greater power so that no one could bully her.

Why did she cultivate? Why did she have to work so hard to grow up? Becoming strong was her current dream, but what exactly was she looking for? Was it really just a matter of status and power? However, it didn't seem like it at all when he was trying to get to the bottom of things.

What did she want?

She suddenly had no trace of wanting something.

This world was no longer the twenty-first century. She no longer had anything she needed to accommodate herself to, nothing that she could struggle for. This world made her only live for herself, but there was no answer to why she was still alive.

She understood more than anyone else that immortality was a very rare thing, but to live for eternity with no one to live for was just wasting one's time.

Gu Hua Wei Wei Wei did not dare to think too deeply about this, because she was afraid that these matters would completely negate everything she had done as the Gu Hua Wei of this world.

She was a person without any ambitions.

Gu Hua flipped to the second page of the book and saw fewer words on the second page. His eyes darkened.

If he could master his will, he would definitely be able to step into the Dao.

This path was as clear as water.

The Dao of the Heavens was as free as the wind.

This path, my heart has its own path.

Gu Hua Wei tried to ignore the words written on the book and continued to flip through. Behind her, there were only blank pages, a whole book only had one or two pages with words on the cover. It was an extremely simple book for cultivating the heart, but its contents were hard to decipher.

On the first page, she had yet to find the answer she needed. It was likely that she had yet to cultivate her mental state to its peak, or perhaps, she really did not know what her goal was. However, this clarity of mind did not seem to refer to a personal question.

However, the words on the second page were somewhat inconceivable. 'If one could be enlightened, one must be able to be able to enter the Dao' seemed to be rejecting the achievements of all the Taoists before they were enlightened. That is, people without a will were not, in a sense, true cultivators.

The meaning of the second sentence, 'This path is not related to the Dao', also contradicts the current meaning of cultivation, and very firmly denies the current path of cultivation. The meaning of the second sentence, 'This path is not related to the current cultivation,', also very strictly denies the current path of cultivation, thus there are two sentences, 'Clear as water' and 'Free as Wind', which refer to the achievement one has after stepping into the Dao.

At the end of the day, what this book really focused on was the cultivation of one's heart. If one's mind could not be cultivated to the level of home, perhaps they would never be able to understand the meaning of the phrase 'will'.

Gu Hua Wei carefully placed the book back in its original position, and rubbed his swollen temples. When she turned around, she found it was already late at night, and through the flickering candlelight of the window, she could see the insects happily singing in the middle of the night.

The lively atmosphere made the silent night incense in front of the house particularly beautiful.

Gu Hua decided not to read any more books. She took two steps forward and pushed open the door of the bamboo house. The air was filled with the fragrance of nature, causing her to lose her previous boredom and become tranquil.

She suddenly understood why his dull master didn't arrange a servant for this Crescent Moon Peak to live here quietly by himself.

It was really too rare to see such a tranquil atmosphere in a busy Cloud Sect.

Gu Hua slightly hugged her knees as she sat on the grass in front of the house. The several large pots of sunflowers she had brought along during the day had all been sleeping happily. Gu Hua slightly looked up at the stars in the sky, her eyes unfocused.

There were countless stars in the sky, and each star represented a constellation. There was an existence of something in the corner, and it was either beautiful or poor, mysterious or familiar. When the different constellations gathered together, it would become a brilliant starry sky overhead.

The beauty of the starry sky was something that exceeded the age of time or space. It was a beauty that suddenly, without any change, was indescribable, something that left one unable to forget.

The vast starry sky.

Suddenly, something flashed through her mind. It was as if she would be enlightened if she could grab hold of that thing. However, that thought came too quickly, and when she came back to her senses, all that was left was an indescribable sense of loss.

Gu Hua slowly got up and patted her wet skirt. Step by step, she blurrily returned to the bamboo house and laid on the bed. Without caring about anything else, she tiredly fell asleep.

In another quiet bamboo house, the man stopped his meditative posture. Through the open window, he quietly gazed at the small house that had already blown out the candles, and then looked at the stars that flickered in front of him. A sliver of astonishment appeared in his long and narrow eyes.

He never thought that his disciple, who he thought had an extremely high perseverance, would actually have such a great perception.

He truly did agree with his senior brother's words: "A young person's abilities must be respected."

It seemed that it wouldn't be long before his little disciple finished reading all the books in the room. He would have to find a way to create a more suitable cultivation method for her.