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As the scene flickered once more, Gu Ping found himself at the cave's exit. He glanced around and noticed a narrow path leading to the mountain peak, its stone bricks covered in moss, with only a few scattered footprints marking the way. It was clear that this was a seldom-traveled route.
"Your master wishes to see you. Let's go."
A voice whispered in Gu Ping's ear, startling him. He hadn't even noticed someone standing beside him. If this person had been hostile or an enemy, he could have easily fallen victim to their blade. He reminded himself to be more vigilant in the future.
He had heard from Wang Steward that he had shown promise by assisting the academy during the Outer Court's Final Exam and thwarting the Nine Nether Plan. Because of this, Wang Steward had granted him passage along Heart's Path. His exceptional talent had even caught the attention of his master, who had sent someone to escort him.
Listening to the mysterious Outer Court disciple speak about these matters felt like uncovering a secret not meant for public ears. Gu Ping followed closely behind, stepping lightly on the disciple's flying sword.
In that era, sword users were particularly common; from Jade Void Sect to Guangming and now at the academy, at least seven out of every ten disciples wielded swords. It was unclear why this was so, but perhaps it was simply because everyone admired swords. After all, a sword was known as the gentleman's weapon, and wielding one carried an implicit meaning of nobility—boasting without saying a word.
From their vantage point, they could see the peaks of the Lianping Mountain Range stretching out before them. They must have reached the Main Peak of Lianping Mountain Range. Compared to that towering peak rising nearly ten thousand meters high, climbing Zhu Ping Peak last month felt like merely ascending a small hill. Amongst those mountains, it was impossible to spot Zhu Ping Peak from here.
Amidst swirling clouds and mist, faint outlines of buildings clinging to sheer cliffs could be seen. If one couldn't fly, navigating those corridors would be quite inconvenient. However, once Bu Luo established his foundation, he would be able to fly on his sword without any hassle.
To the east of the clouds lay a lush forest within Lianping Mountain Range, where distant sounds of demonic beasts echoed ominously, showcasing the academy's might.
"May I ask your name, Senior Brother?" Gu Ping inquired of the disciple dressed in light blue scholar robes behind him.
"Oh, I'm Jiang Xiao," he replied cheerfully. "Just call me Jiang Shixiong." He continued explaining that although they should technically be considered peers as disciples of the academy, he had yet to choose a master upon entering. Given his exceptional talent, it was likely that some old masters would compete for him as a disciple. By then, he might even be addressed as Ancestor due to his status.
Once Jiang Xiao finished speaking, Gu Ping couldn't help but think of Liu Lao Jiu. Was it possible that there were many chatterboxes at the academy? The thought of having countless buzzing mosquitoes in his ears every day terrified him; just imagining it sent shivers down his spine.
Uncertain of who Jiang Shixiong was referring to as Master, Gu Ping pondered deeply.
Oh, Master, could it be that they meant the Headmaster of Mok Ming Academy? I remember that only the Headmaster can be called Master; if not, any other title would be seen as disrespectful to the Headmaster. How could he have mentioned it multiple times? It's all my fault.
Even one's own teacher cannot be called Master? Gu Ping found this somewhat unreasonable.
No, I must remember this clearly. I should never make a mistake; my teacher should simply be referred to as Master or Teacher. It is absolutely forbidden to call him Master. Otherwise, it would be like placing a crown of authority on my teacher's head, leaving no place for him in the academy.
On the mountaintop, the Master glanced at the eleven elders and the Steward seated to the east. Seeing them all too afraid to speak, he asked, “Wang Steward, did you bring him here? What do you think of that Gu Ping?”
Wang Steward was also reflecting on Gu Ping's earlier performance with Heart's Path. Everyone had witnessed what Gu Ping had gone through; although he hadn't used any celestial techniques, how could the Fox Spirit have appeared out of nowhere? His clothing suggested something deeper—Heart's Path was not merely an illusion.
The most crucial detail flashed through his mind: that overwhelming aura of the Heavenly Demon, radiating like a burst of divine light. How could one explain it? It was reminiscent of the battle between the two factions at the Five Great Gates, which had led to the complete downfall of light in the World of Mortals. Now, even a trace of Yongxuan was nowhere to be found. How could that fellow appear on the battlefield? Doesn’t it seem strange?
Could it be that one of the sects sent spies?
That question now warranted serious consideration. There was no need to suspect such things without reason, but everyone understood that sometimes you had to risk losing something precious to gain something greater. If they truly sent a spy disguised as such a talented disciple, their motives must be significant and require careful thought.
But right before him lay a potential Heavenly Spirit Root. Such talent was rare; how could they afford to squander it? As Wang Steward contemplated this, he suddenly heard the Master's voice and snapped back to attention. In that moment, he decided to bet on Yi Dong, hoping that the Master would want to take in this disciple with the Heavenly Spirit Root.
“Master,” he replied, “I believe that while there may be many secrets surrounding him, judging by his actions during the rescue just now, he should harbor good intentions and is likely untainted by darkness. Therefore, I think we should accept him.”
“Master, wait,” he added cautiously. “That fellow carries a Fox Spirit and possesses spatial treasures; we cannot dismiss the possibility that he might be a spy sent by Qiankun.”
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