Imperial Master of the Sutra Repository: I Enlightened the Prince in the Imperial Dynasty

A hundred-ton truck roared past, its glaring high beams slamming fiercely across Chen Lin's face. As the world spun, he heard the crisp crack of his own bones breaking. Opening his eyes again, he was enveloped by ethereal mist and the fragrance of ancient scrolls. As an elder of the Imperial Dynasty's Sutra Repository, of modest talent and low cultivation, he had resigned himself to his fate, intending to scrape by amidst this vast sea of ​​books, living out the rest of his days. Until one night, he stumbled upon a dusty ancient manual. [Detecting the potential for comprehension of a cultivation technique. Is it achieving daily Great Perfection?] Chen Lin's mind subconsciously shifted. Instantly, the obscure, ten-thousand-word secret tome flooded into his consciousness like a tide. Countless obstacles in his cultivation suddenly became clear, and spiritual energy surged through him—an entire cultivation technique, previously unattainable, reached its pinnacle in a single thought. He looked down at his hands, radiating a golden Daoist aura, and fell silent. It seemed... this insignificant elder, who only wanted to live a life of idleness and wait for death, could no longer endure.