After giving away this pill, which could potentially determine the fate of the Ruthless Sect, to Li Xiaoyao, Ye Tian's heart finally found peace.

This old man's gift is definitely not simple.

Li Chunfeng. Ye Tian had never heard of this name in the Wu Dynasty, the Feng Dynasty, or any other dynasty. It seemed the old man, as he himself said, came from the Central Plains.

The strength of Zhongzhou is countless times greater than that of these remote areas. This old man's arrogant tone suggests he's no ordinary person.

As Ye Tian was deep in thought, he suddenly saw a figure flash past him. He subconsciously looked up and found an extremely strange person, who was moving forward cautiously like a mouse, which gave him a headache.

Upon closer inspection, the person who looked like a rat was actually Master Wuchen Daoren.

Ye Tianzhen had never been so speechless before. He asked directly, "Master, what are you doing?"

Daoist Wuchen looked around nervously, like a thief caught in the act, his face extremely vigilant. When Ye Tian asked him a question, he shuddered and hurriedly said, "Good disciple. Something strange just happened. The world of our Wuqing Sect suddenly darkened. There must be an ancient monster hiding there. If we're not careful, we might die a horrible death!"

Ye Tian sighed inwardly. He wondered what Li Chunfeng would think if he knew he was being mistaken for a thousand-year-old monster; in his case, he certainly wouldn't be happy.

It's one thing for Master to be timid normally, but to be even more timid at the academy. With so many great scholars presiding over it, who would dare to cause trouble?

Even a powerful figure like Li Chunfeng wouldn't be able to deal with the Ruthless Sect. It's too shameful, it lowers their standards.

“Alright, Master, I know that ancient monster you mentioned. It’s gone, so don’t be afraid,” Ye Tian said earnestly.

"What?!" Daoist Wuchen exclaimed in surprise, his eyes wide with excitement as he asked, "Disciple, are you telling the truth?"

Ye Tian was utterly helpless and could only nod again to confirm, "Yes, I'm telling the truth, Master."

Master Wuchen regained his composure, straightened his clothes, adjusted his hair bun, and coughed lightly, saying, "Disciple, this is my vigilance. How can it be called fear? I am thinking of the future safety of our Wuqing Sect, which is why I am so cautious. You are still young and do not understand how much I care about the sect. You will understand in the future."

This air of world-weariness had unconsciously made Ye Tian forget Wuchen Daoren's disheveled appearance. If Ye Tian hadn't known his master's character well, he probably would have been deceived, mistakenly believing Wuchen Daoren to be a reclusive sage who had seen through the vanities of the world.

This is the master's ability, and the reason why he was able to trick several disciples back even when the Heartless Sect was so weak. Only Daoist Wuchen could effortlessly pull off this nonchalant, pretentious demeanor. And it didn't feel forced at all; it was incredibly natural.

Ye Tian was deeply moved, but he was unwilling to say anything more to Daoist Wuchen. He simply clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, then smiled and said, "Master is indeed very vigilant. I won't say any more. I need to go down the mountain to ask the great scholars of the academy about something."

Master Wuchen's expression turned serious, and he reprimanded him in a tone that sounded like he was lecturing a junior: "We are Taoists. You have your own lineage and sect. How can you ask these great scholars for advice? Can't your master answer you? Can't your grandmaster answer you?!"

Ye Tian thought so too. After all, he was a Taoist, so it wouldn't be appropriate for him to inquire about things from the academy.

So he decided to ask his master first. Ye Tian asked, "Master, is it related to the thousand-year-old monster I just saw? He took out the cauldron..."

"Stop." Daoist Wuchen waved his hand to stop them, slowly placing his hands behind his back as he walked away. His voice drifted back and said, "For such a trivial matter, you can ask the people at the academy. There's no need to consult me."

Ye Tian sighed. It seemed he had underestimated his master, Daoist Wuchen's, cowardice. He remembered telling his master a story many years ago: seeing a bandit's face was enough to kill you. And there was that famous saying, "When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."

From this perspective, Master is truly terrified of the old monster at the bottom of Book Valley. He doesn't want to hear anything even remotely related to the old monster. Master's character is truly...admirable. In another sense, this can also be considered unwavering loyalty.

Being timid all along is also a kind of perseverance.

Ye Tian needed to go down the mountain and ask these Confucian leaders if they knew Li Chunfeng and if there were any records of anything related to him.

Ye Tian also wanted to know what kind of cauldron he left behind was, its power was terrifying. It could even make the heavens and earth pale in comparison. Anything that could create such a spectacle was never simple.

Ye Tian hadn't flown on a sword in a long time, and this trip down the mountain was a perfect opportunity to experience that feeling again. Flying on a sword was quite similar to the hoverboards Ye Tian had ridden in his previous life. Standing on the flying sword, the spiritual energy could balance the left and right sides, allowing him to swing freely.

Standing on the flying sword, Ye Tian swayed, his hair was blown by the wind, his profile was handsome and flawless, his skin was as smooth as divine jade, and his expression was very quiet.

Time flies like an arrow; it's all over in the blink of an eye.

Ye Tian had already arrived at the foot of the mountain of books and saw the couplet, "Diligence is the path to the mountain of books; hard work is the boat to the boundless sea of ​​learning," carved on the blue stone, majestic and imposing.

In the academy, the great Confucian scholars were all in the front courtyard. Especially Chen Zhang and Kong Chan and their group. No one knew what they did every day, but they were all detached from worldly desires, doing things that were of little use but very sophisticated.

This group is the most idle, probably even more idle than Zhuge Yanyu. Kong Chan is equivalent to the dean of the highest academy in the book city, while Chen Zhang and Chen Dexing are academicians. Zhuge Yanyu, the student council president, is running around like crazy every day, while they play all day long.

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