Capítulo 1838: Chapter 1865: To Defy the Norm Is to Be a Demon
One night without words.
The next morning.
Yu Huan Shui was invited to the training field early. It was the only place in the Academy large enough to accommodate the cultivators outside, though dilapidated, it could host them.
Li Xiaobai followed by his side, after a night of relentless effort, he had successfully spread the news of Chen Qingquan’s attempt to seize power.
Now everyone was aware of Chen Qingquan’s little scheme. Those who came, besides visiting Yu Huan Shui, had another goal — to witness this master-disciple conflict.
Scholars cultivate their literary spirit, which can condense into a certain momentum, a force strong enough to navigate waves and ascend rapidly, a cultivation level progressing by leaps and bounds.
And to quickly gather such momentum, the fastest way is to create high-quality works, to be recognized by all under heaven. Classic works, retold and renowned, bring immense benefits to their authors.
They intended to document this master-disciple clash, compile it into a volume, relying on this hype to certainly make waves for a time.
“Ping Yuan Star Chen Yin Liu, greets Mr. Yu!”
“Sirius Star Lu Zi Ye, greets Mr. Yu!”
“…greets Mr. Yu!”
“Mr. Yu’s successful escape is the gospel for scholars throughout the world!”
A large group of cultivators swarmed into the training ground, saluting Yu Huan Shui from afar.
Sometimes even Li Xiaobai doubted himself; Yu Huan Shui was indeed the deity in scholars’ hearts, but why couldn’t he sense any scholarly aura from this guy along the way?
He seemed very sleazy, how did he become the spiritual leader?
“You may relax, it’s just a small trouble, having you here warms my heart tremendously, thank you.”
“Xiao Quanzi, arrange seats, all who come are guests, treat each one well. If anyone feels uncomfortable staying in the Academy, ask them with you!”
Yu Huan Shui directed Chen Qingquan, speaking calmly.
Chen Qingquan nodded, though his heart was filled with reluctance, he still went according to instructions, greeting each cultivator one by one.
The incoming cultivators, seeing this scene, were further convinced of Li Xiaobai’s message.
It seemed true that Yu Huan Shui and Chen Qingquan were at odds. In the past, Mr. Yu wouldn’t domineer Chen Qingquan to handle these trivial matters, and seeing Chen Qingquan’s disobedient eyes, it was clear he had grown rebellious.
“Seeing Mr. Yu safe, we are glad, I wonder who the young man beside Mr. Yu is, he followed yesterday too, is he Mr. Yu’s successor?”
Among the crowd, a female scholar stood up and asked aloud.
Chen Qingquan’s eyes flashed with a touch of brilliance, it had begun!
This female disciple was his arrangement, the trap he laid, starting from this moment.
“Not at all, this person is named Li Xiaobai, he is a close friend I met in the 18th Level of Hell; both of us managed to escape the Netherworld largely due to him.”
Yu Huan Shui said with a smile.
Li Xiaobai nodded: “I don’t read books.”
Speaking the blunt truth without fear of shocking anyone, the female disciple was thrown off by one sentence about being an acquaintance met in the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
Her task today was to initiate the topic, spark a conflict between herself and Li Xiaobai, then attack Li Xiaobai to weaken some of Yu Huan Shui’s momentum, preparing for the evening’s main event.
But she found she underestimated, was Li Xiaobai really a young disciple?
A prisoner confined to the 18th Level of Hell must be a supreme villain, she seemingly jeopardized herself.
The crowd also fell into quite a commotion.
“The 18th Level of Hell!”
“Is this young man also a prisoner of the 18th Level of Hell?”
“So, he and Mr. Yu are cellmates, acquaintance from the prison!”
“Only this would make sense, otherwise how could Mr. Yu go straight from Netherworld to Eight Desolates Domain, meeting a friend along the way?”
The female scholar quickly composed herself and continued with her prepared speech:
“Though the senior doesn’t read, being endorsed by Mr. Yu, I assume he has a unique insight into literature, I’d like to seek some advice today, would senior be willing to enlighten me?”
“Your teacher is sitting here and you don’t consult him, but instead ask me, an outsider, isn’t this slapping Yumi Academy’s face in front of everyone?”
“Sis, what are you thinking?”
Li Xiaobai looked at her as if she were a fool. This woman had issues.
“Let her ask, it is fine, the path of literature is to learn from a variety of sources.”
Yu Huan Shui patted Li Xiaobai’s shoulder, giving him a look to comprehend.
Li Xiaobai understood instantly, this guy wanted him to engage, letting Chen Qingquan’s farce continue.
He didn’t understand; now without a System, with Yu Huan Shui’s cultivation level sealed, how could he compete with Chen Qingquan, the Great Disciple, couldn’t he settle down?
Before he could speak, the female scholar bowed and saluted: “Thank you, sir!”
“Disciple wants to ask senior, what is your view on the classics left by predecessors, should future generations innovate and reform, or simply continue along the old path left by predecessors?”
Rolling thunder faintly echoed in the void.
The sky darkened in an instant.
The Dadao Brahma sound manifested, this question was not ordinary.
“The literary pulse is long and steady, this female disciple is using herself to communicate with the heavens, seemingly asking Li Xiaobai, but actually questioning the Heavenly Dao!”
“But the Heavenly Dao wouldn’t speak, thus Li Xiaobai’s response is equivalent to answering for the Heavenly Dao, if not answered well, it could anger the Heavenly Dao!”
“No, didn’t Li Xiaobai say he doesn’t read, how would the Heavenly Dao pay attention to him?”
“Did you forget it was Mr. Yu who let him take the girl’s question, being endorsed by Mr. Yu naturally attracts the Heavenly Dao’s attention!”
The surrounding cultivators felt they hadn’t come in vain, right off the bat, it was so explosive.
This female scholar has somewhat of a death warrior’s demeanor.
Using her literary spirit to communicate with the heavens, she alone couldn’t cause aberrations, but because the respondent was together with Yu Huan Shui, it elicited part of the Heavenly Dao’s focus.
If the question wasn’t answered well, the momentum accumulated by Li Xiaobai including Yu Huan Shui would dissipate.
But if answered well, the female scholar would suffer.
Chen Qingquan’s pawn had something special.
Listening to the crowd’s discussions, Li Xiaobai cast a resentful glance at Yu Huan Shui, seeing a cold sweat bead form at Mr. Yu’s temple, feeling he had been conned.
“Cough cough, don’t panic, with your experience, you can answer.”
“Yu also didn’t anticipate they would be so despicable, using literary pulse to pressure with the Heavenly Dao, and even bypass me.”
Yu Huan Shui coughed dryly twice, somewhat embarrassed.
“Please respond, senior!”
The female scholar, observing the two whispering in the middle of the training ground, again spoke loudly.
This was pressing Li Xiaobai for an immediate reply.
“Do you innovate?”
Li Xiaobai asked the female disciple.
“The student’s knowledge is shallow, not sufficient for innovation.”
“Do you have thoughts of making changes?”
“Occasionally contemplate.”
“Why not change?”
The female disciple was momentarily speechless.
With sharp words, Li Xiaobai gazed at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle: “Have you ever heard, those who stray are demons.”