Lin Zhou nodded: "Whatever you say."

He took out three communication talismans: "These are your senior brother Xiao Chen and your second senior sister Jiang Li's communication talismans. You can contact them if anything happens." He then handed over a jade pendant, "This is the 'Wenxin Pendant,' which can block three attacks and is used to save your life."

Finally, he took out a thread-bound book from his storage ring. The cover was blank, but it exuded an aura that shook Su She to his core—an aura that was purer than all the books of sages he had ever read combined!

“This book is called ‘The Confucian Classic of Ten Thousand Laws’,” Lin Zhou said casually. “It contains methods of cultivation in Confucianism and Taoism, as well as the supernatural power of ‘words becoming law.’ Read it slowly on your own.”

Su She took the "Wanfa Confucian Classic" with both hands. He felt that it was warm and smooth to the touch. It was as if countless words were flowing on the pages. As soon as he touched it, his understanding of Confucianism and Taoism became clearer, and even his righteous energy was condensed.

"Thank you, Master!" Su She bowed again, this time with a hundred times greater respect than before. Although he didn't know how strong the white-robed man was, he knew that he had met a true master.

Lin Zhou waved his hand: "Alright, I'm leaving. Whenever you want to go back to the sect, crush the communication talisman and I'll come pick you up."

Before the words were even finished, the figure had already disappeared at the end of the field ridge, as if it had never existed.

Holding the "Ten Thousand Laws Confucian Classic," Su She gazed in the direction Lin Zhou had disappeared, then looked at the communication talisman and the literary pendant in his hand. He took a deep breath, turned around, and walked towards the town.

The wheat seedlings on the ridges swayed gently as he walked by, as if bowing.

His path of Confucianism and Taoism officially began that morning. And the Qingyun Sect's disciple roster gained another name that would one day be able to use literature to suppress martial arts and educate the people.

When Lin Zhou returned to the Qingyun Sect, he lay back in his rocking chair and yawned: "I took in a third disciple, who is quite promising."

Lin Zhou didn't say much, but he was thinking to himself: the task of taking on disciples was completed, and he had also obtained a cultivation level of five thousand years and a fragment of the origin of Confucianism and Taoism. Life was getting more and more hopeful.

I wonder if these three disciples can develop the ability to "determine the fate of the world with a single word" using the "Ten Thousand Laws Confucian Classic"? I'm kind of looking forward to it.