"Okay, go to class and don't keep the kids waiting. I'll go check on your senior brothers and sisters. We've been so busy this year, and it's hard to find some time."
"Master, have you been overworked recently? Are you feeling well?" Shen Qingmang asked hurriedly when he saw him about to leave.
"I, your master, like to be busy. My health will deteriorate if I'm idle. Don't worry, I'm fine."
"Besides sect affairs, does Master have anything else to deal with? For example... other sects."
"Hahaha, no matter how much I enjoy doing things, I won't interfere in the affairs of other sects. Why do you ask this?"
Shen Qingmang pointed to the classroom. "I intend to take them on a study tour to broaden their horizons. I'm concerned about the unrest in the outside world, so I have a question."
"The world has been peaceful for hundreds of years. What kind of unrest could there be? Besides, even if there are occasional frictions with other sects, they dare not neglect us Taichu. You can rest assured."
"Master is absolutely right."
Shen Qingmang said nothing more and saw the master off. The doubts in his heart were like a tangled ball of wool.
The Sect Leader was in good health and spirits, so why did she fail to overcome the tribulation sixty years later, becoming severely injured and secluded, unable to even show up when the sect was attacked? How could she have avoided this?
The Taichu sect was the largest sect, with the greatest prestige. What had happened to cause such a rift among the major sects? Was it simply because the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was depleting?
There were too many things that were difficult to grasp. The only two things Shen Qingmang could do were to educate her apprentice and improve her own strength. Spring was the best time for her to practice. She practiced every night, sleeping only one or two hours a day. One day, she entered the Spirit Palace and found it full of spring.
"Here I come, sister."
The sudden voice startled Shen Qingmang. "You're not dead yet?"
"That's what I said. As long as you are fine, I will be fine. After all, I am your inner demon."
"I don't believe it." Shen Qingmang said, "You are definitely not my inner demon, but something else. Even if I have lost my mind, I am not as perverse as you."
"Bah! Stop looking down on me, Shen Qingmang. You're just a cannon fodder female supporting role. Why are you so arrogant?" The inner demon's voice became sharp.
"You know the novel so well, you must know the whole plot, right? I take back what I just said. Can you tell me what happened next?"
"Ha, no. How should I know the plot if you don't even know it?"
"Then you deserve to be scolded." Shen Qingmang said expressionlessly.
"Okay, then I'll tell you, the eldest disciple you've always suspected is the biggest villain in the novel. He's the one who caused everything. If you want to avoid certain death, expel Gu Suihan from the sect immediately."
"Impossible." Shen Qingmang said firmly: "Sui Han is a good boy and would never do such a thing."
"Good boy? Ha, he's a sanctimonious hypocrite, just like you. I think you two should just get together."
Shen Qingmang pursed her lips and said nothing. The voice of her inner demon rang in her ears, with a hint of persuasion.
"Haven't you always suspected there was something wrong with him? There are so many suspicious things about him. How could a normal 18-year-old be so cunning? When you were 18, you even cried while hugging a telephone pole because you failed a mock exam."
"Bullshit, that was when I was seventeen. I went to college at eighteen! Don't you dare snoop into my old memories!"
Shen Qingmang was finally angered and even felt his face getting hot.
Help! How does this thing know everything? Could it really be her inner demon?
A breeze blew through the spirit palace, bringing with it the fresh scent of grass and trees. The other person was still laughing. Angrily, Teacher Shen cut off his consciousness and returned to reality from the spirit palace.
She was just about to take a shower and go to bed when she heard a knock on the door. She hesitated for a moment.
She had never seen anyone other than Gu Suihan come to see her in the dead of night. But the eldest disciple...
The inner demon's words did have some impact on her, arousing her deeper doubts.
But Shen Qingmang wasn't too scared. Novels only distinguish between good guys and bad guys. In reality, everyone is complex and changeable, with both good and evil sides. You can't just label them.
Besides, if we really talk about villains, for the character of Qiongju, isn't the biggest villain the one who imprisoned her apprentice, Hao Xin? This guy is now completely subdued by her, so what is there for her to fear?
Shen Qingmang rubbed his face and went out to open the door. "Sui Han, you... Hey? Ah Rong?"
Si Rong, who was standing outside the door, turned around to look after hearing her words. "Is Senior Brother here too? I didn't see him."
"No, no, I thought it was him. Come in and sit down. Are you holding... a flower pot?"
"Yes!" Si Rong nodded heavily. "It's my flower seed! It's sprouted, Master! Look!"
The lights in Yushu Hall automatically lit up as they passed. Shen Qingmang could clearly see the tender buds in the flowerpots, while Si Rong curiously examined the lights overhead. "Why did it light up on its own?"
“Oh, this is a voice-activated light.”
"How amazing! And it has no flame! Is it a night-shining pearl?"
"It's a solar lamp." Shen Qingmang realized Si Rong didn't understand after he finished speaking, so he explained, "Master cast a spell on the lamp, making it absorb sunlight during the day and emit sunlight at night, so it is as bright as day."
If Hao Xin or Gu Sui Han were here, they would probably ask her what kind of magic it was, but Si Rong didn't care at all. She muttered a lot about how hard it was to grow flowers and how excited she was to see them sprout. She also asked Shen Qingmang what kind of plant it was.
"I don't know either. It's still too young. We can only see it when it grows up."
"Ah...even Master doesn't know." Si Rong felt a little disappointed, but quickly cheered up. "Then I'll wait a little longer. Luckily I moved it to a flowerpot, otherwise it might have been burned to death by the fire grass."
"Arong is doing well, keep up the good work." Shen Qingmang touched her head.
"Master, Ah Rong has something else to ask." Si Rong hugged her arm, her voice sweet and soft. "The Mengxia Festival is coming soon. I heard that the person chosen to play the God of Fire this time has fallen to our Wuya Peak. Master, can you let me play the God of Fire?"
A sentence flashed through Shen Qingmang's mind: She is coming, she is coming, she is coming with the main storyline.
Ancient monarchs held annual sacrifices, but cultivators in the immortal realm have much longer lifespans than ordinary people. A year feels like a month to them, so there's no need for annual celebrations. The Taichu sect's peak activity occurs during the Jiazi year of every sixty years, when only this year holds festivals throughout the four seasons.
Among the festivals of the four seasons, the most popular one is the Mengxia Festival, because the founder of the Taichu Sect ascended to heaven in summer, and the ceremony of the Mengxia Festival is the most grand.
Shen Qingmang looked at Si Rong with anticipation and thought: Should I forcibly change the main plot?
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