Luo Jiujiang really didn't want to talk about this: "...Because I forced the Master of Yunshen Peak to jump off a cliff, and then I was forced by him to become a monk in public?"

Xu Ye didn't deny it. "That's why you're famous in Yao Peak." He raised his chin towards the center of the lake. "That's why you're famous in Zhan Peak and among us casual cultivators."

"That sword intent?"

"That's right." Even though Xu Ye has a cheerful personality, his eyes looking towards the center of the lake can't help but become dazed, "It's difficult to be a casual cultivator..."

The gap between the world of cultivation and the human world is as huge as a chasm. Even if one can go to the human world by jumping off a cliff in Qinglong Academy, the difference between the two is not that simple.

Across the three thousand worlds of cultivation, most families, sects, and other religious factions have already established themselves. Born into a particular family, one cultivates the martial arts of that family; entering a particular sect, one practices the techniques of that sect. Even servants within immortal sects have a few standardized texts, such as the "Qingmai Jue" and "Wendao Shu," to cultivate, leaving the group of independent cultivators in a state of embarrassment.

They often learned about cultivation through chance encounters in the mortal world, their aptitude better than servants, but still far from the passing mark for a proper sect disciple. Each one was hampered by either aptitude or age, neither better than the best nor the worst. They rarely had the opportunity to register for classes at the ever-accepting Qinglong Academy, but they were also barred from access to the library, leaving them with few available techniques to study. The few reasonably priced Yellow-grade manuals circulating on the market were practically worn out by these casual cultivators.

Although Luo Jiujiang was nominally a student at the academy, he was born into a family of cultivators and had a legitimate master. The mere sight of his family's small library was enough to make casual cultivators envious, not to mention the master who casually tossed dozens of profound-level manuals for him to peruse.

He was a young genius with a good heart. He didn't place much importance on spiritual herbs, techniques, treasures, or elixirs. He even lost the Mirage Pearl, which could make a Yuanying Zhenren excited. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and heard it with his own ears, he really didn't know what it felt like for casual cultivators to bow down for a high-level Huang-level technique.

"Independent cultivators are poor and cannot afford to practice sword skills, so most of them still use knives. For you, this sword intent is just something you casually imitated when you were relaxing with Young Master You, but for us, it is almost a golden pie falling from the sky." Xu Ye looked at the grand scene of boats crowded in the middle of the lake, and his voice was full of emotion.

Luo Jiujiang didn't like the self-deprecation in his friend's tone, so he deliberately changed the subject: "Why do I see that Zhan Feng's disciples also have these clothes?"

"Of course they are here. You may not find it precious just because you have mastered the sword intent, but for those of us who haven't mastered it yet, it is extremely rare. Even for the dignified Zhan Feng of the Academy, the sword intent cannot be seen whenever he wants."

At this point, Xu Ye laughed. "On your first day in the academy, you became famous because of Master You. Half of the girls in the academy and the disciples of Chou Peak have heard about how you bought all of Master You's dinners. On the second day, you established a memorial for the Divine Bird. Everyone in Yu Peak remembered your name. Then, you politely declined the invitation of the Master of Dan Peak, and another sword intent alarmed Zhan Peak and Jian Peak. Not long ago, you had a fight with the most unkind Master of Yin Peak, so they asked Yao Peak to put you on their list as well. Brother Luo, you've stirred up the whole academy in just half a month since you came here. You're probably the first person to do so since the academy was founded."

Even Luo Jiujiang, hearing this himself, felt quite strange. However, he always ignored such jokes and didn't take them seriously. He changed the subject after a few laughs, but in his heart he was still thinking about the matters concerning the independent cultivation techniques.

Whether in an academy or a family, the rules of the library were generally similar—except for the academy's disciples and the family's children, no one else was allowed to read the books inside, and of course, the younger generation was not allowed to teach them to others. Although his master had given him dozens of martial arts manuals, given his master's temper, Luo Jiujiang was truly unsure of their origins and did not dare to give them to anyone rashly.

But he had no qualms about showing off his own sword intent. Speaking of which, the sword intent on the lake was purely to help You Su relieve his depression, so it was still a little less practical than the "Raging Snowfield" and "Splitting the Dome" styles. If he found the right place, he could...

Just as his thoughts reached this point, a subtle fragrance drifted slowly towards him, alerting Luo Jiujiang's consciousness. He looked up and saw a girl in flowing clothes walking barefoot. With each step, the rings on her waist tinkled, the rhythm of the rings jingling with a completely different pattern from one step to the next, and the sound was clear, beautiful, and long-lasting.

The woman opened her mouth, her voice as soothing and moving as a spring stream: "Mr. Luo, our master would like you to come over tonight."

Such a beautiful voice, such a distant demeanor, Luo Jiujiang instantly thought of only one person: "But Mr. Gongyi?"

The woman looked at him with a faint smile, her beautiful eyes slightly curved, as if silently asking: Apart from him, who else is there in this academy?

"Okay, I'll go over. Thank you for your kindness, sir."

The woman bowed, and the sound of the various pendants colliding became even more pleasant.

It was not until the other party floated away that Xu Ye came back to his senses from the double attack of beauty and heavenly sounds, and was so amazed at Luo Jiujiang that he was speechless.

"I was just joking..." he said absentmindedly, "You managed to hook up with Le Feng with just this little nonsense? Now half the academy is completely obsessed with you... How did you do it?"

"Regarding this question," Luo Jiujiang said, holding the fragrant invitation card, and the sound of Mr. Gongyi's extremely charming words about a big black pot seemed to still echo in his ears, "I also really want to know."

He also wanted to know if Mr. Gongyi had resolved his misunderstanding of him. What if the first thing he asked when they met again was, "Give me your lover's contact information?" Then, let alone becoming a nun, he would be reborn as an incense burner spirit in front of a temple. He would never be able to wash away the dirty water on his body!

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