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A lively little child suddenly appeared in the caravan, adding a burst of energy to the otherwise dull group. It was clear to Yang Yan that Gu Ping genuinely liked Gu Yang. Ever since meeting Gu Yang, Gu Ping had transformed from someone who often frowned into a person who frequently wore a smile.
Everyone in the caravan took special care of the little beggar that Gu Ping had picked up, treating him like their own junior. They looked after him attentively, and even the Old Drunkard, Lu Wuqian, enjoyed having Gu Yang around, occasionally offering him bits of advice.
Gu Ping was determined to help Gu Yang open his Spirit Bridge. After all, Gu Yang's situation was quite different from that of Yang Yan. Gu Ping had assessed Gu Yang's constitution and found that although he was not a genius at such a young age, he was far from being incapable of cultivation. Gu Ping entrusted Gu Yang with some cultivation methods for him to explore on his own. He believed that with Gu Yang's intelligence, it wouldn't take long for him to forge his Spirit Bridge and connect with the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy.
Upon hearing Gu Ping's explanation, Yang Yan nearly exploded with frustration. It seemed that Gu Ping was directly paving the way for her to build her Spirit Bridge while she struggled with her own inferior constitution that made cultivation impossible. The thought left her feeling dejected; she felt inferior to even a little beggar.
Yang Yan was just an ordinary child raised in a common household, unlike the sheltered upbringing she had in a grand palace. She had developed a habit of measuring the value of things based on her experiences. The value of the Spirit Bridge was unparalleled in that world; it could allow someone with her useless constitution to cultivate, driving everyone mad with envy. It was not just about stepping onto the Immortal Path through the Spirit Bridge but also about understanding the Great Dao.
Gu Ping did not treat Yang Yan like Xiao Gu Yang, who received comprehensive guidance. Instead, he occasionally shared his insights while allowing Yang Yan to practice diligently on her own. Bu Luo once said that if Yang Yan felt she understood something deeply, it would be about the Great Dao and cultivation—seeking truth while avoiding falsehoods. The more one understood themselves, the deeper their connection to the Great Dao would be. So far, Yang Yan had not encountered any bottlenecks in her cultivation as Gu Ping had mentioned.
At that moment, inside the carriage, Gu Ping was explaining everything from heavenly principles to worldly customs and even the various types of demons outside the Flowing Cloud Realm. He spoke freely and extensively, ready to share anything Xiao Gu Yang wanted to hear. If Xiao Gu Yang lost interest, he could simply go off and play; whenever he wanted to listen again, Gu Ping would be there.
If students in a classroom saw such a teacher, they would undoubtedly envy Xiao Gu Yang for being carefree all day long.
"Kid," Gu Ping thought, "the cultivation methods I'm teaching this little one aren't some crooked paths, are they? Why do they feel so different from orthodox cultivation methods?" Xiao Gu Yang's exterior had already begun storing spiritual energy, yet he did not feel as if he had reached the Qi Refinement Stage. Perhaps it was indeed a unique path belonging to different schools of thought.
Feeling tired from listening, Xiao Gu Yang ran outside to play with the guards and maids. Meanwhile, the Old Drunkard watched Gu Ping with a wary gaze, pondering whether this might be the secret behind that little boy's strength.
Indeed, what he taught was about the Great Dao; what I pursue is the Heavenly Way. Though they seem rooted in similar origins, they are fundamentally different paths. The Great Dao points directly to the heart while the Heavenly Way seeks to preserve heavenly principles and extinguish human desires; ultimately, they cannot converge.
With differing paths, there can be no collaboration. The Old Man finally understood why those self-important Super Sects viewed him—a mere Little Guy who hadn't even transcended—as an eyesore and thorn in their side. To be honest, which path is superior?
The Great Dao is elusive, indifferent to one's foundation or physical constitution. It only considers the understanding of the wrong path. The Heavenly Dao is practical and traceable, yet there are numerous obstacles that make it difficult to reach the pinnacle. Until one takes that first step, who can truly discern superiority from inferiority?
Gu Ping did not lie; perhaps the Great Dao is too ethereal, just like Yan Dong, who holds two Dao Foundations. Can Gu Ping be certain that he can take that initial step and become someone who has transcended all?
Zongzhi, with a demeanor like Yin Tianheng, still lingers in the Eastern Realm, hesitant to confront the heavens. Lacking the confidence to compete with Dao Zun for Gao Dong, he ultimately admits, "I don't deny," feeling his understanding of the Dao is flawed and unable to reach Dao Zun's heights.
Am I certain that Xiao Gu Yang is willing to follow my nebulous path?
There isn't so much willingness or unwillingness involved. He and his disciples naturally seek to inherit their master's legacy. That is a matter of course; moreover, he has not claimed that his path cannot lead to an understanding of the Heavenly Dao. The Great Dao is vast, and I don't deny that my Old Drunkard can encompass it all.
The Old Drunkard remains noncommittal. He pursues the Heavenly Dao as a cultivator; Gu Ping's cultivation differs fundamentally from his own. Yet, who can determine superiority or inferiority? Perhaps only when Gu Ping reaches old age will this become clear; for now, we can only observe.
That path was forged by Yin Tianheng, the former master of Mok Ming Academy, who fought through countless dark years. Having experienced the Battle of Good and Evil firsthand while leading the academy to an unparalleled peak, he was ultimately betrayed by his own peers and students. Still, he possesses a heart that strives against heaven. Would such a person ever doubt the path they walk?
For ordinary swordsmen, slaying immortals may be a matter of life and death. The iron laws of the Heavenly Dao cannot bind those who have mastered the Great Dao. Thus, Yin Tianheng and Yan Dong's paths are no different from those Xiao Gu Yang and Yang Yan will seek in the future, nor from what future Easterners will pursue.
Although Gu Ping's tone is calm, Old Drunkard's heart surges with turmoil, as if he faces a denial from a Golden Realm youth amidst an endless ocean—he feels like a solitary boat adrift in that vast sea, appearing so insignificant and utterly helpless.
"Master, look! There are people ahead!"
Riding a Spirit Horse pulling a cart, Xiao Gu Yang excitedly shouted while pointing at the distant smoke rising into the sky. Since leaving the city once, Xiao Gu Yang had lost count of how many days had passed without seeing another person. He had been accompanied only by those from the horse team. If it weren't for Gu Ping's monthly teachings urging him on his cultivation journey, Xiao Gu Yang would have likely run off somewhere by now.
Following Xiao Gu Yang's direction, the caravan soon spotted a large group of people with carts full of supplies. However, some among them were dressed in a way that struck one as peculiar—like several neatly arranged weeds standing out in a patch of wild grass.
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