Chapter 11 – Want to Become a Disciple? Then Kowtow First!

The next day, dawn’s early light barely illuminated the sky.

Qin Yang woke up early and couldn’t wait to leave home, heading straight to the Library to clock in for work.

To him now, this Library was nothing short of a treasure trove.

Working casually, slacking off occasionally, yet improving his strength just by lying around.

It felt incredibly satisfying!

Where else could one find such a good job?

Just as Qin Yang arrived at the Library entrance, he suddenly heard a notification from his Phone.

Pulling it out to check.

It was a group message from the Manager in the work group chat.

【Everyone, come to the conference room immediately for an emergency meeting! The Curator is personally attending!】

The strikingly conspicuous message made Qin Yang pause momentarily.

Why was the Library Director here?

In his impression, this Master Curator had always been an elusive figure, rarely seen.

For him to appear in person now, there must be something important to convey!

Thinking this, Qin Yang didn’t hesitate.

He immediately headed toward the Library’s main conference room.

….

The large conference room, capable of accommodating a hundred people, was already packed and buzzing with noise as all staff members gathered together.

Qin Yang kept his head down as usual, entering the room and finding an inconspicuous corner to settle in.

After taking his seat, he looked up toward the podium.

There stood a middle-aged man in a sharp formal suit, his temples slightly frosted, exuding an elegant scholarly aura with every graceful movement.

Yet despite this, there was still some barely contained stellar power leaking out.

“This is……”

Qin Yang stared at the Curator on stage, feeling somewhat surprised.

No matter how well the other concealed his strength, he couldn’t escape Qin Yang’s perception.

The Curator was actually an Innate Realm expert?!

But upon second thought, this made sense.

A place like Jianghai City Library, housing countless cultivation manuals and texts, naturally needed powerful figures to guard it.

After all staff members had gathered.

The Curator on stage raised his right fist to his mouth and lightly coughed:

“Everyone, quiet down.”

His clear, gentle voice, though not loud, effortlessly overpowered all the noise in the room.

Immediately, complete silence fell over those present.

Seeing the atmosphere had calmed, the Curator continued:

“Good, now that everyone’s quiet. I don’t intend to take up too much of your time today, just want to emphasize a few points.”

“Recently, you must show extra respect to those coming to read in the Library. Never neglect them, especially unfamiliar elderly visitors you haven’t seen before – pay particular attention to them, without the slightest slack…”

Most of what he conveyed afterward concerned staff attitude issues.

In the conference room, everyone nodded repeatedly, listening attentively to the Curator’s instructions.

Afraid of missing even a single word.

Each face wore a tense, serious expression as if facing a formidable enemy.

Seeing everyone in such a state.

Qin Yang in his seat was completely baffled.

What’s going on?

Why is everyone so serious today?

Could it be that higher-ups are coming for inspection soon?!

Just as Qin Yang was letting his thoughts wander, the brief morning meeting quickly drew to a close.

“Alright everyone, that’s all I needed to convey. Thank you for your hard work during these special days.”The Curator scanned the room and calmly said, “Everyone, return to your posts and carry out the instructions I just gave.”

At the Curator’s command, all rose from their seats and began filing out of the conference room.

Qin Yang followed behind the crowd, maintaining his usual composed demeanor.

However.

Just as he passed beneath the podium.

The Curator on the platform raised an eyebrow slightly.

Staring at Qin Yang’s retreating back, he paused in surprise.

For some reason, he suddenly sensed a unique aura emanating from Qin Yang.

Was it just his imagination?

Noticing this, the observant Manager quickly approached the Curator and whispered:

“Master Curator… is there something wrong with that young man?”

“Nothing wrong, he just feels somewhat special.”

The Curator shook his head and asked with mild curiosity: “When did he join the library? I don’t recall seeing him before.”

“That’s understandable, Master Curator. He’s new here, only been working for a few months, still in his probation period.”

The Manager frowned in thought before adding: “His talent is quite limited, nothing remarkable about him.”

“I see…”

Hearing this, the Curator nodded and didn’t dwell on it further, merely commenting: “The lad is quite handsome though.”

After all, in this world, strength was what truly commanded respect – good looks couldn’t put food on the table.

The latest measure of strength remained how many Star Beasts one could hunt.

……….

After leaving the conference room.

Qin Yang only relaxed when he sensed the focused gaze from behind him disappear.

He had indeed noticed the Curator’s earlier attention.

But with the protection of the Innate Realm concealing his true strength, he didn’t need to worry much.

What surprised Qin Yang was…

The Curator’s intuition was so sharp that even a brief encounter while passing by could make him sense something unusual!

“This world is still too dangerous. I need to be even more low-key from now on.”

With this thought, Qin Yang quickened his pace toward the Library, ready to start his work shift.

Unexpectedly.

A familiar voice suddenly called from behind.

“Wait for me, Old Qin!”

Turning around, Qin Yang saw an old acquaintance.

It was Xia He!

“What’s gotten into you, running off so fast? I tried calling you in the conference room earlier, but couldn’t catch up.”

Xia He jogged up to Qin Yang, panting slightly.

“Would you believe me if I said I’m rushing to work?”

Qin Yang smiled, making up an excuse casually.

“Cut the crap! You’re always so quiet and reserved. I bet you’re trying to run into that Sword Dao master, aren’t you?”

Xia He rolled his eyes and said: “You’re way too eager to improve!”

“What Sword Dao master?”

Hearing this, Qin Yang stopped in his tracks, looking surprised: “What nonsense are you talking about?”

“Still playing dumb with me? You wouldn’t come to Platinum Ocean with us… and now you don’t even know about this big news? Check the headlines – it’s all over this morning’s trending topics!”

As he spoke, Xia He took out his Phone and casually sent several links to Qin Yang.

Opening the links, Qin Yang saw…

The top trending topic displayed a striking image of a severed mountain peak.

The familiar scene made Qin Yang freeze, inwardly shocked.

Wasn’t this the mountain peak I cut down last night?

It actually made the trending topics?Seeing the astonishment on Qin Yang’s face, Xia He thought he was frightened and couldn’t help but confidently explain:

“You don’t know this, kid, but last night the mountain peak in the suburbs was sliced off by a single sword stroke. Everyone’s buzzing about it now, wondering which Sword Dao expert has arrived.

The news has already spread everywhere. The Curator called this meeting precisely because he’s afraid we might offend this expert.”

As he spoke, Xia He sighed with deep emotion: “If only I could become this expert’s disciple – cutting a mountain peak with one sword strike is just too cool!”

His tone carried profound admiration.

Hearing this, Qin Yang showed a strange expression and teased: “Want to become his disciple? Why don’t you kowtow to me first.”

(End of Chapter)