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The eastern horizon was beginning to glow with the light of dawn. Looking at the towering mountains before him, Mo Wen wondered when he would return. The inscription on the stone tablet, though mocking, held a grain of truth: this world was full of wonders, and his journey had only just begun. He could not afford to halt his progress for immediate gains. Perhaps one day he would come back and take everything from here with him, to revisit those he had encountered along the way. Rising to his feet, he stretched lazily and vanished into the dense foliage.
Ahead, the Foot of the Mountain revealed a glimpse of the official road winding through the woods. Changing into a scholar's attire and adjusting the satchel on his back, he made his way down towards the road. In this world, scholars held a unique status. There were different types of scholars: the first type consisted of those who had lost hope in their cultivation and were unwilling to live in a drunken stupor; these individuals turned instead to the pursuit of artistic refinement. The second type was merely stuck at a certain Realm, needing a change in lifestyle to find an opportunity for breakthrough. The third type had reached a certain level of cultivation purely for the sake of enlightenment; they bore some resemblance to those trapped at their Realm. The fourth type was the true Literati, often unable to cultivate themselves; choosing to become scholars was their way of seeking a path to survival. While they may not be as noble as those who dedicate their youth and blood to serve their country and promote their race, Mo Wen believed that these individuals played a crucial role in the advancement of civilization for their kind. Lastly, there were those like him—pretenders masquerading as scholars.
In summary, all scholars were either martial artists akin to Warrior Monks or mere mortals. They shared one common trait: poverty. This was precisely why many mountain bandits did not target scholars; however, there were wealthy ones among them—either serving some powerful faction or possessing profound Realms that made them untouchable.
Before achieving fame, one was simply a scholar; once recognized, they became known as Literati. The mark of fame was having one's own title; as long as one revealed their title while traveling, they would be recognized by others. The scope of fame varied—some became known only in a single post station, while others gained renown across entire continents; indeed, some became famous throughout human society. Whether scholar or Literati, they shared a common passion for travel and friendship. For most scholars, it was either about making friends or being on their way to make friends. Along their journeys, they would write for others or create art to earn some money for their travels; thus, it was said that scholars traversed the continent more than anyone else. Legend had it that the most detailed maps were crafted by wandering scholars.
A poor scholar emerged from the woods beside the official road. Continuing along this path for about half a month would bring him to Zhou Cheng. As for his cultivation level, as long as he avoided conflict, no one could discern his true strength; those who could see through his abilities were typically ancient beings who rarely appeared in such places.
As he progressed toward Zhou Cheng, the atmosphere grew livelier; more villages began to appear along the way, becoming increasingly dense until they formed quaint rural landscapes—a rare sight indeed. Villages near Cloud Mist Forest generally did not engage in farming and thus lacked fields. Beyond these villages lay small towns. To avoid unnecessary trouble, Mo Wen opted for the simplest inns and basic meals—an appearance befitting a wandering scholar.
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