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The Mok Ming Academy, though not particularly grand, was surrounded by high walls that gave it an air of mystery. Outside, a few idle Loose Cultivators pretended to be enigmatic, imagining the world beyond those walls with a sense of grandeur.
When Gu Ping knocked on the door, a small Attendant peeked through the crack and, without asking a single question, promptly shut the door again. Gu Ping's imposing warrior attire, all in dark colors, along with Yoyo at his side, made them appear less like scholars and more like troublemakers.
Gu Ping waved his leg, signaling Cheng Chun to leave, indicating that he had no urgent matters to discuss.
As Cheng Chun departed, he glanced back at Gu Ping. The fellow was clearly not from Mok Ming Academy, which made Cheng Chun uneasy. Gu Ping's demeanor suggested he was more of a warrior than a scholar, a rare sight among the disciples of Major Sects like Mok Ming Academy.
Cheng Chun decided that it was better to avoid unnecessary inquiries and hurried away. Meanwhile, Liu Dong and Gu Ping stood at the entrance, waiting for someone to open the Yi Dong door for them.
Knock knock knock.
The Attendant had just picked up a book when he pushed the door open slightly again. To his surprise, he saw a leg stretching in from outside.
"What is that person doing? They said this is one of the Six Major Sects' territories—Mok Ming Academy. Wait a moment; I don't want to disturb my senior brothers who are cultivating."
Looking at the small leg pointing at him, Gu Ping couldn't help but smile wryly. What was wrong with this Attendant? He didn't even ask for names or backgrounds before jumping to conclusions.
With a flash of pale pink light, a Jade Token appeared in Gu Ping's hand. He tossed it lightly into the Attendant's arms and said, "Take this to whoever is in charge there."
The Attendant quickly held up the Jade Token and examined it closely. He found two characters inscribed on it: Xuanming. Nothing else was written there. His eyes darted around as he sensed some mystery behind it and hurriedly ran deeper into the courtyard.
Gu Ping remained where he was, cautioning himself not to wander off. The courtyard had areas with restrictions; one careless move could cost him his life.
"Alright, alright, I understand. I’ll head off now."
Gu Ping helplessly shook his leg, urging the little Attendant to quickly inform the senior brother from the Academy. He then sat cross-legged on the ground, cradling the bored Yoyo in his arms and using his legs to groom its fur.
As they made their way, the pair—one person and one fox—enjoyed each other's company. Whenever Gu Ping felt bored, he would practice his cultivation while also tidying up Yoyo's messy fur. Yoyo relished this process; for it, simply being by Gu Ping's side was enough, and nothing else in the world seemed to matter.
With a content smile on his face, Gu Ping basked in the warm glow of the setting sun that spilled into the courtyard, illuminating both him and Yoyo. They resembled a statue bathed in sunlight—quiet and serene. Even the woman standing nearby didn’t want to disturb this tranquility.
Who am I?
In the past, it would have taken three words to ask that question. After all, this was Mok Ming Academy’s territory; how could a stranger wander in freely?
The junior brother is called Xuanming.
Is he the one who received news about the Outer Court's Eldest Disciple half a month ago?
The woman covered her mouth with her hand as she gasped. Although the news had described him well enough, detailing his appearance and age, when she finally saw him in person, she found herself speechless in astonishment.
She had never seen such a young Eldest Disciple before. Although one couldn’t judge a cultivator’s age solely by their appearance, Gu Ping’s demeanor and looks revealed everything—he seemed like someone who hadn’t even lived a tenth of his expected lifespan.
She remembered clearly what the news had stated: that junior brother Xuanming had defeated one of the strongest figures of his generation, Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, to earn that title. Tenglan's strength was evident to all; everyone acknowledged that Eldest Disciple. But what about now?
She recalled that the day after the news broke, some began to speculate that their master might have been playing tricks by promoting a newcomer. Since Master favored this newcomer, those disciples who were out in the world had no reason to disagree with him.
Bu Luo was unfortunate enough to hear that the Six Major Sects were holding a martial arts competition. He wondered if the newly appointed Eldest Disciple could represent the academy in the battle against the Chiefs of various sects. This thought made the disciples stationed at Chen National Academy of Immortals quite anxious. Bu Luo had more people, and it seemed they were merely there to watch the show, curious to see what Xuanming Senior Brother was up to, especially if he could conquer the towering mountain known as Tenglan.
Coco disagreed, while Gu Ping stood up and nodded, holding Yoyo tightly in his arms.
"What about the Identity Jade Token?"
Gu Ping scratched his head, suddenly remembering that an attendant had taken the Jade Token and hadn’t returned. A small attendant had taken it away, claiming it was needed for some business, but it never came back.
So, does that mean there is no Identity Jade Token?
Gu Ping thought for a moment and replied that, for now, there wasn’t one. Just as he finished speaking, a beautiful girl charged at him like a wolf pouncing on its prey. This left Gu Ping feeling quite awkward; he hadn’t expected her to draw her sword immediately. What was wrong with these people? An attendant didn’t even ask for his name before locking him out, and now an unfamiliar female disciple was drawing her sword over a mere disagreement. Didn’t anyone care to understand Yi Dong's situation?
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