Daxia Academy.
Qin Luo held the Haoran Sword in his right hand and the Heavenly Dao Fragment in his left. His whole body radiated golden divine light, and his towering figure was taller than the sky. A golden vortex appeared above the academy, absorbing the Haoran Qi between heaven and earth.
The powerful figures in the capital all sensed the unusual energy fluctuations at the academy. Deep in the mountains, at the Dikun Academy, Yuan Qi frowned slightly. "Your Highness, he is the biggest variable."
Qin Hao smiled and said, "It's an inevitable trend, and he can't change it by himself."
Near the training ground.
Du Lu knelt on the ground, unable to lift his head.
Wan'er knelt on the ground, trembling. She had felt this same sense of impending doom when she was near the Emperor.
Even though Chen Nianzhi's forehead was covered in sweat, Qin Luo did not release his aura. If he had, he could probably have killed everyone present with just a glance.
"You cannot take the fragments of the Heavenly Dao with you!"
A hunched figure appeared in the training ground. The old man had white hair and wrinkles on his face like deep ravines. His eyes were almost slits.
The old man was dressed in a white robe. He was short in stature, leaning on an old wooden stick, and exuded an aura of righteousness.
When Chen Nianzhi saw the hunched old man appear, his eyes filled with reverence, he bowed and said, "Duke Zhou!"
Qin Luo looked at the hunched old man and said with a smile, "Senior, Dean Chen said that if I have the ability to take the Heavenly Dao Fragment, I can take it."
Chen Nianzhi was speechless with embarrassment. He thought Qin Luo wouldn't be able to draw the Haoran Sword, but he didn't expect that not only was Qin Luo's Taoist magic powerful, but he could also gain the Haoran Sword's approval.
The hunched old man said in a hoarse voice, "Chen Nianzhi can make decisions about the academy, but he cannot make decisions about the Heavenly Dao Fragment. Please, Daoist, hand over the Heavenly Dao Fragment."
The atmosphere in the training ground instantly became heavy.
Wan'er's eyes were filled with shock. She had heard of the hunchbacked old man. He was the founder of the Great Xia Academy, a disciple of the Confucian patriarch, and a living history book.
Chen Nianzhi stared intently at Qin Luo, his expression tense. If Qin Luo wanted to take the Heavenly Dao Fragment, the Academy would likely pay a heavy price if it tried to stop him.
Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Luo put the Heavenly Dao fragment back in its original place, and then put the Haoran Sword back as well.
In just a few breaths.
Chen Nianzhi's back was already soaked with sweat.
He knew Qin Luo's strength; even if all the powerful figures in the entire capital joined forces, they might not have a chance of winning.
Wan'er came to her senses and looked up at Qin Luo. He was handsome and refined, and even though he had obtained the Heavenly Dao Fragment and the Haoran Sword, he was still able to put them back.
Many things are easy to pick up but hard to put down. The Heavenly Dao Fragment and the Righteous Sword are treasures that countless powerful people dream of. Qin Luo can pick them up and put them down.
Wan'er admired Qin Luo more and more, and it was no wonder that Her Highness the Princess wanted to win over Master Qin.
When the hunchbacked old man asked Qin Luo to hand over the fragments of the Heavenly Dao, Qin Luo remembered what Qin Hao had said: what is his will eventually be his, and what is not his will be lost even if he gains it. Since that is the case, why force it?
Qin Luo didn't want to cause a scene at the academy because of the fragments of the Heavenly Dao. He looked at the red glow on the horizon and realized that it was already evening. "Senior, please forgive me for disturbing you. It's getting late, so I'll take my leave now."
"Respectfully seeing off the Taoist priest!"
The hunched old man stretched out his hand.
Wan'er stood up and followed behind Qin Luo. Chen Nianzhi personally saw them off as they left the academy.
After seeing Qin Luo off, Chen Nianzhi returned to the training ground with a look of doubt in his eyes. "Lord Zhou, even if Daoist Qin is not a true saint, he is still a virtuous gentleman. He deserves this Righteous Sword."
"The Haoran Sword belongs to the academy."
"Lord Zhou, leaving the fragments of the Heavenly Dao in our academy will only bring harm and no benefit. Why not let him take them with him?"
“The sealed fragment of the Heavenly Dao is the safest. Who knows if it will change in the future?” The hunched old man sat cross-legged on the ground. “Unless I die and my Dao dissipates, no one can obtain this fragment of the Heavenly Dao.”
evening.
Smoke curls from chimneys in the city.
On the high building of Wushang Temple.
Hua Ying, dressed in a light purple dress, stood on a high building gazing into the distance, her eyes filled with increasing disappointment.
Tang Yao approached Hua Ying and whispered, "My lord, Master Sun from Baiyu Temple has come to pay a visit."
"I'm busy!"
Hua Ying said coldly.
Tang Yao noticed that Hua Ying was unhappy, so she didn't dare to say anything and wisely left.
Tiangan Institute.
When Qin Luo returned to the courtyard, he smelled the aroma of grilled fish. There was a bonfire in the courtyard, and Xiao Tuanzi was grilling small fish she had caught on bamboo skewers over the fire.
Old Gao squatted by the campfire to help.
"Boss!"
The little dumpling was overjoyed. She handed the grilled fish to Qin Luo, saying, "Try my grilled fish."
Qin Luo took the bamboo skewer; the grilled fish on it was only about a finger's length long. He ate one fish at a time, and after tasting it, he couldn't help but give a thumbs up, "Not bad, not bad, the taste is excellent!"
"hey-hey!"
The little dumpling grinned foolishly.
"Sister, you should try some too."
The little dumpling handed the grilled fish to Wan'er.
Wan'er accepted the grilled fish with a smile. Although she didn't like eating these things, she still gave the little dumpling face.
"Grandpa, you should eat too!"
"Okay, okay."
Old Gao couldn't stop smiling.
While eating the grilled fish, the little dumpling complained, "There aren't as many fish in this river as there are in our Ziyun Mountain Range. They're all small fish, not even enough to fill my teeth."
"Go home if you miss home."
"No, I don't want to go back at all!"
The little girl pulled a small red gourd out of her pocket and grinned, "Grandpa, I'll treat you to a drink."
"I won't drink it."
Old Gao swallowed hard.
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