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The identity of the academy served as his first line of defense. When Gu Ping discovered that Prince Xin was among the practitioners of the Light Path Classic, he felt that someone within the academy was hiding a practitioner of the Light Path Classic. At that moment, a seemingly weak practitioner of the Light Path Classic could, if utilized properly, secure him a significant advantage in the future.
Thus, he could showcase his talent in the Light Attribute. Gu Ping knew that the Light Path Classic would not overlook Ren He’s desperate grasp at a straw. Normally, the talent of a Heavenly Spirit Root cultivator was sufficient to reach the Great Ascension in cultivation, or even to break through the Heavenly Boundary and truly ascend to the Celestial Realm. If one had enough opportunities, it was not impossible to become a Wei Guangming of Dongyi.
The Light Path Classic was in a hurry. While concealing their identities and evading the pursuit of the Daoist Sect, they were also searching for the lost Book of Radiant Path. They desperately needed a powerful leader; without Wei Guangming, the Light Path Classic resembled scattered sand, unable to compete with other Daoist Sects. This was indeed a critical demand for a top-tier powerhouse.
However, Gu Ping was not particularly strong. Xiazhi and Gu Ping exchanged glances, trying to discern Gu Ping's true thoughts. But as previously mentioned, it felt as if there were a great mountain between them that could not be crossed. Even when facing each other directly, they could not see through each other's true intentions.
How strong must one be?
One must be strong enough to be the strongest.
In that case, I don't deny it. However, he had no interest in being the strongest.
Both remained silent. Yoyo and Time Sand seemed somewhat tired from playing and returned to their sides. The clouds in the sky had thinned considerably and gradually gathered above everyone’s heads. To the east, one could already see the jagged peaks of the Split Screen Mountains.
At Liuzhu Peak, fellow disciples of the Harmony Society were waiting outside the courtyard. Upon seeing their return, they all came forward to greet them.
They had returned. Wen Shixiong led everyone back into the courtyard, where they congratulated each other. Meanwhile, Shi Li stood aside gazing at the sky in a daze.
It felt as though he had dragged everyone down with him, Shi Li thought. Feng Xiao would not return; if I don’t deny it, how could I have been cornered by beasts? I really feel useless.
Shi Li had always been one of the stronger members within Harmony Society. Yet under such circumstances, even senior sister and Zhang Qian—both top disciples of True Inheritance—had proven ineffective. What use was she as an ordinary True Inheritance cultivator at Gold Mid-stage?
But Feng Xiao would never return. She remembered the words he had said when he drew the beasts away, urging her to live well for him, to fulfill the dreams he could not complete. With a smile on her face, she left and never came back.
At that moment, Wen Shiren also noticed Shi Li. The aura of the senior sister was striking; even though she went unnoticed by many, she possessed a unique charm. Just like her name, she exuded an air of literary elegance that made her seem delicate and pitiful.
Seeing that Shi Li looked unhappy, Wen Shiren felt something was off. He took a closer look and his heart sank.
Where was Feng Xiao?
Wen Shiren had been at Liuzhu Peak for quite some time; he knew everyone there and remembered their faces. Yet, despite being alone, why did it feel like there were ten people upon his return? Looking at Shi Li's expression, it seemed even he wouldn't have noticed her if it weren't for this moment.
Where was Feng Xiao? Wen Shiren suddenly asked, causing everyone who had been listening to him to stop their movements and conversations.
The senior sister did not answer. Her gaze flickered as she looked at Wen Shiren. Feeling uneasy, he turned to Zhang Qian. Their relationship was one of the best among the True Disciples, but Zhang Qian shook his head without saying a word. Wen Shiren then glanced at Chong Lou, who had lowered his head, while Zheng Bin turned his back to him. Gu Ping was feeding Yoyo in his arms.
Suddenly, a sound of sobbing echoed through the courtyard—Feng Xiao would never return.
That evening when they returned to the academy, Wen Shiren and all the disciples of Liuzhu Peak went to the back mountain and erected a stone tablet for Feng Xiao. They even wanted to build a grave marker but couldn't because there wasn't even a piece of clothing left behind by Liu Dong.
The stone tablet bore the name Feng Xiao, along with his title and ideals.
Feng Xiao came from a nomadic tribe in the Eastern Plains, far from the academy. Every winter, these nomads would migrate south and inevitably clash with the most powerful human empire in the World of Mortals—the Qin Empire—because the Eastern Plains were unsuitable for farming; they could only graze livestock. The winters were extremely cold, prompting their migration southward.
The young man from the nomadic tribe had a dream: to master his skills and return so that all tribes in the Eastern Plains could survive winter as if it were spring. What mortals could not achieve, cultivators could; even Great Masters could influence vast landscapes in the World of Mortals, which gave Feng Xiao hope.
He couldn't do it now.
Shi Li initially left in front of the stone tablet, while Gu Ping watched from a distance. When Shi Li departed, she did not return to True Disciple's residence but headed straight towards Shandong. She carried with her the ideals and wishes of Feng Xiao; she had to fulfill Feng Xiao's dreams. From that moment on, Shi Li lived alone.
He had said that everyone there had their own ideals, which was why he chose to stay. Xiazhi did not know when she had come up behind Gu Ping.
He felt that place was not suitable for him because it could not provide what he sought.
It wasn't possible before, but now it was. Xiazhi looked up at Gu Ping from the east; they couldn't do it, but now he could.
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