Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 373 - 245

Chapter 373: Chapter 245

Inside the library, the dome towers above.

Soft glimmers from the crystal chandeliers embedded above descend, like starlight sprinkled between the towering rows of bookshelves and the empty floor.

The organ chants, lights and shadows intertwine, creating a serene and solemn sacred atmosphere.

The sound of everyone’s breathing is clearly audible, all eyes glued to the figure slowly emerging.

A circle of white light bursts forth, causing them to squint instinctively.

Until the figure came closer, the light receded, and they could completely see the person’s features.

It was an unremarkable man, who appeared to be very young, yet exuded an air of having witnessed the vicissitudes of life.

He was dressed in black clothes, a very ordinary style, yet incredibly clean and tidy.

His face was plain, bearing a forgettable everyman’s visage, completely devoid of memorable features.

Only his eyes appeared incredibly profound, as if they harbored the sediment of time.

Occasionally, a piercing gleam flashed through them, instantly conveying an undeniable aura.

He was not alone.

Behind him, followed a light-footed, slender figure.

It was a young woman, also very ordinary-looking, yet her eyes were extremely lively, like two black pearls, swirling about.

She seemed to be evaluating each participant of the gathering, or perhaps probing some secrets.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes shifting back and forth between the two, also attempting to capture any useful information from them.

For a moment, the entire library seemed to have been cast with a silencing spell.

The light falling from the overhead chandeliers reflected on faces that appeared somewhat grave.

The master of this secret realm seemed to purposefully or inadvertently create such an overpowering effect.

Fang Cheng stood in the crowd, his gaze sharp.

He watched as the man steadily walked to the center of the library, then halted and slowly surveyed the scene.

Then, he parted his lips and began to speak:

"I apologize for keeping you all waiting."

Upon hearing this voice, everyone’s hearts jolted, realizing he was the mysterious figure who had previously communicated with them.

As the mysterious man observed everyone’s reactions, a barely perceptible satisfaction flickered in his eyes.

After pausing, he continued:

"In such an important moment tonight, inviting everyone to gather here, surely you all have many questions."

"Truth be told, just like you, I am determined to acquire the Golden Benba Bottle hidden within the Lu Family Manor!"

His voice was rich and gentle, echoing within the library like a morning bell, clearly reaching the ears of every participant present.

Everyone had initially been on guard, and upon hearing this, they couldn’t help but be taken aback.

The man’s straightforwardness and honesty caught them entirely off guard.

Previously, everyone had been speculating on how this mysterious person would weave tales and employ bewitching tactics.

Now, they looked at each other, astonishment evident on their faces.

Fang Cheng also raised an eyebrow slightly, silently pondering the man’s intentions.

The mysterious figure once again slowly surveyed the crowd, as if observing the subtle expressions on their faces.

Then he shifted his tone and said in a deep voice:

"But we all know, the Golden Benba Bottle is not an ordinary item, obtaining it is no easy task."

"Not to mention that the manor’s defenses are tight, layer upon layer, and the Lu Family’s experts are strong and unfathomable."

"We, on the other hand, appear to outnumber them as treasure hunters, yet we are like grains of sand, both contending with them and guarding against each other, distracted and vigilant."

"Many of you likely have already tested the waters, realizing that individually, none of us are completely confident in overcoming all obstacles and securing the treasure smoothly."

The mysterious figure’s eyes flashed with a sharp light as he raised his voice:

"But if we join forces, integrating our strengths, our chances of success will greatly increase!"

He scanned the room with bright eyes, attempting to ignite the passion of all participants with these words.

However, instead of the anticipated enthusiastic response, silence reigned.

Though many were tempted, their wariness hadn’t faded, and their doubts only grew.

At this moment, everyone looked at each other, reluctant to be the first to question or rebut.

Then, a cold laugh suddenly shattered the silence, drawing everyone’s attention.

A burly man stepped forward.

He was robust, his face full of twitching flesh, and shouted:

"You just said you’re determined to get it, and now you’re calling us to join forces. Isn’t that contradictory, do you think we’re three-year-olds?"

His booming voice resonated in the space, buzzing loudly.

Immediately, everyone nodded in assent, quietly expressing agreement and support.

The mysterious man wasn’t angered by this, but instead smiled slightly:

"This friend raises a good point, and it leads to what I am about to address."

He then glanced around at everyone:

"You are all shrewd individuals. Observing the situation, you should already have certain calculations in mind, which I need not spell out."

His tone was calm, yet his gaze was as sharp as a scalpel, precisely exposing the concealed thoughts of all attendees.

The whispers of agreement that had been quietly shared instantly ceased, and their expressions became somewhat uneasy.

"If the Golden Benba Bottle could remain securely in the Lu Family Manor, we could have waited patiently for the right opportunity to strike."

The mysterious man, looking calm, continued at a leisurely pace: