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"That's fine, whether I ask to go or not, he will definitely ask to go."
After saying this, Huo Liangpei quickly left with Gu Ping's figure, leaving Dong Chenminghua standing there, staring blankly at Huo Lian's back.
"Wait for him, wait for him..."
As he was lost in thought, Gu Ping suddenly noticed Lu Shu appearing in front of him. The worried expression on Lu Shu's face made Gu Ping feel a mix of amusement and concern.
"What’s wrong with that guy?"
"Junior Brother Minghong, why do the senior brothers and elders of the Sect not want Gu Shin Taku to come? Isn’t Gu Shixiong the big brother of Mok Ming Academy? Why do they want that to happen? Why?"
"They don’t want him to return because once he meets the Master, the last layer of pretense between the Outer Court Master-Disciple Lineage and the Family Line will be torn away. The Family Line isn’t ready, and the Master-Disciple Lineage isn’t ready either. But none of that matters to him anymore. He came this time wanting to bring some people, some like Junior Brother Lu Shu. Am I wrong?"
Lu Shu looked confused, completely unable to understand what Gu Ping was saying. Gu Ping patiently explained while leading Lu Shu up the mountain. Behind them, Huo Lian and Chen Minghua followed closely.
"Have you figured it out?"
Gu Ping suddenly asked, noticing Chen Minghua’s face turning slightly red from embarrassment.
"Yes."
Chen Minghua nodded heavily, following behind Gu Ping. The four of them chatted as they made their way up the mountain. To Gu Ping's surprise, Chen Si and Wang Junbao stood quietly on either side of the mountain path. As Gu Ping passed by, they naturally fell in line behind him without interrupting his conversation. The two who were still at the Foundation Establishment Stage wanted to understand why such a talented disciple was treated so poorly in such a large academy.
If one were to dig deeper into the matter, it would all begin with the Battle of Good and Evil. The Demonic Path had been mercilessly slaughtering mortals, creating chaos throughout the Dust Realm. It was unclear when it started, but a portion of cultivators began to seek a path that had never existed before—a path that would allow everyone to cultivate. The first person to attempt this was unnamed, but it was known that the current talismans, which could be activated without spiritual power, were the product of that time.
A great individual, yet without even a name.
Chen Si felt somewhat out of place as he reflected on this, suddenly realizing that everyone was looking at him with the same expression they reserved for the Red Fool. He helplessly closed his mouth.
Later, a group of people began to make more attempts. They publicly shared their cultivation methods and stole various secret techniques from the Major Sects, which drew widespread anger. This group formed a Daoist Sect known by a well-recognized name—the Light Path Classic. It rose dramatically during the Battle of Good and Evil and stood tall for a hundred thousand years, becoming a colossal entity among the Daoist Sects. Although Zun Wei Guangming fell, leading to the fragmentation of the Light Path Classic, it would not be an exaggeration to say it faced annihilation. However, the will of the Light Path Classic continued to spread through Dong Lai, especially through Yin Tianheng, the former master of an academy closely related to the Light Path Classic.
So, does that make me someone from the Light Path Classic?
Chen Si awkwardly twitched his lips and once again fell silent under the angry gazes of those around him.
Hmph.
It should have been around fifty thousand years ago—or perhaps even earlier—when Master Yin Tianheng invented a unique cultivation method. This method did not require innate talent or roots; even the most ordinary farmer or merchant could cultivate through it. Although it was incomplete, it was enough to shock all of Tiandong. Yet, this cultivation method had not spread because the Daoist Sects had sealed off information regarding it. Aside from Master Yin Tianheng, no one else could elaborate on the specifics. With Master Yin Tianheng's disappearance, everyone believed that everything had settled into dust; that world would continue moving forward in its original way without any changes—until a few years ago.
Gu Ping lifted his head to look at the young man standing atop ten steps above him with a sword in hand. Gu Ping was initially surprised but then smiled wryly as he spoke: "He thinks I will follow him, Wen Tian."
The academy is still his academy; even if Ru Ming has grown old, there must be someone left to uphold its facade. After all those years of storms and trials, how could it collapse in his generation?
Yet still, no matter how things go, this academy is not Mok Ming Academy. Because this academy has Master Yin Tianheng and because of those elders within it; and because there are people like Wen Tian and Tenglan Shixiong here, our academy will never fall.
But if I take everyone away, then the academy will truly be in peril.
No, at most ten people.
So he decided to stay there and try to see if he could gather a few.
As the sword was drawn, it clashed in mid-air, and then the light of the sword transformed into various forms of swordsmanship. Those watching, including Chen Minghua, were dazzled, unaware that the seemingly quiet student from the academy, who had been silent among many disciples, was actually Wen Tian of the True Inheritance, who had already reached the Nascent Soul stage without anyone noticing.
The master Ren Shi, standing at the mountain peak, heard the news from his disciples. His heart slowly sank. He didn't know when the Red Tiger had appeared beside him, and Ying Zhan was on the back of the Red Tiger.
Those Yuezi were all waiting for him; they had come specifically for him.
Well, he guessed it to some extent.
He let him ask me, would I move against?
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