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Lu Shu, after receiving guidance from Gu Yi, set off that evening to the academy.
In the eyes of many, Gu Bian was one of the most outstanding geniuses of his time, with honors that could almost rival those of Ye Youluo, who once played the game of Tiandong.
However, Gu Zhi believed that only disciples like Lu Shu could truly be considered geniuses. With exceptional comprehension abilities and high innate talent, combined with the guidance of a renowned master, their path in cultivation would likely be smooth sailing.
Upon arriving at the Outer Court, Lu Shu hurried to cultivate. He felt that just from the conversation last night, he could advance to a small realm. It seemed he had grasped something elusive, yet he couldn't articulate it. As he pondered deeply, frustration grew within him, as if a heavy stone were lodged in his chest.
Hmm?
Lu Elder, who had already lived for over six hundred years, poured water into a kettle while glancing toward Lu Shu's bedroom. He couldn't help but feel delighted; despite having only established his foundation for less than half a year, Lu Shu had managed to break through again. Such speed might not compare to top-tier geniuses, but it certainly marked him as a talent in his own right.
Having met the ancestor.
Still immersed in the joy of his breakthrough, Lu Shu saw his Ancestor arrive and quickly rose to pay his respects. An Ying Cultivator like Lu Elder might have some feelings for his junior; otherwise, if it were one of those ancient beings who had lived for thousands of years, even the faintest bloodline connection would have faded to the point where they wouldn't exchange a word.
Hmm, good, very good.
Lu Elder laughed heartily without reservation, feeling proud of his junior's accomplishments. Perhaps at the upcoming Outer Academy Martial Arts Exhibition, Lu Shu would astonish everyone.
It seemed that this journey through the mortal realm had provided him with profound insights. He wanted to share with Ancestor about the interesting people and events he had encountered.
Lu Elder was aging; an Ying Cultivator typically lived between six hundred and eight hundred years. Despite this estimate, most cultivators who relied on accumulation to break through to the Infant stage often began their decline after reaching six hundred. The external Spiritual Energy and Divine Sense in their sea of consciousness gradually diminished, as if time's sharp blade had sliced open a small wound from which they could never recover.
Disciple
As Lu Shu recounted his experiences during that time, he supported Lu Elder to a rocking chair, not knowing how long he had been talking. The dignified elder of the academy, a renowned Ying Cultivator, had peacefully fallen asleep. Without a smile, Lu Shu turned and left, hoping to find a senior brother to inquire about Yi Dong, the one who had previously guided him.
Gu Nian?
Upon hearing the name mentioned by Lu Shu, those senior and junior brothers who were on good terms with him felt as if they had heard that name somewhere before, yet they could not recall where. Each one scratched their heads in confusion, unable to remember. Compared to Lu Shu's breakthrough, everything else seemed trivial; if they couldn't remember, they simply chose not to think about it.
After a round of fruitless inquiries, Lu Shu swallowed his questions and decided not to bring it up with anyone else. Fortunately, in a few months, that senior brother Gu Nian should arrive at the mountain gate, and by then, his identity would become clear.
Time seemed capable of healing everything. The name Gu Nian appeared to vanish from the Outer Sect of the academy. No matter how much Lu Shu searched, he could not uncover its origins. Days passed by like this for Yuezi.
He heard Xiao Liu mention that he was looking into a senior brother named Gu Nian.
That afternoon in Tiandong, Lu Elder suddenly asked with a serious expression, leaving Lu Shu momentarily bewildered and unsure of what he had done wrong.
No, the disciple once met a hunter-like senior brother in Shandong who spoke of seeking the Sect and provided some guidance. He was approximately ten thousand miles away from Chengdao Peak; judging by his pace, he should have arrived by now.
Lu Shu answered truthfully but noticed Lu Elder’s sudden change in demeanor as if he had recalled something terrifying. After a long pause, he managed to calm Yi Dong's emotions slightly.
From now on, there would be no more inquiries. Although that laid-back elder did not mind, many people within the academy would care deeply about it. Some even wished never to hear that name again; if it reached certain elders' ears, it could evoke unpleasant memories.
A hint of deep concern flickered in Lu Elder's murky gaze. No matter how one tried to escape fate, what was meant to come would eventually arrive.
Many events had transpired over the years, and the once vast academy felt transformed, so much so that even the Old Man, who had spent three or four hundred years in the Outer Court, found it somewhat unfamiliar.
Lu Shu was not popular. It seemed that ever since he had informed his Ancestor about his senior brother's impending departure from the Sect, the entire Outer Court had changed. His senior brothers no longer lounged around as they used to; when they gathered, there was little conversation. The atmosphere in Yuezi had grown cold and distant.
What did those two characters, "Gu Nian," truly represent?
As the academy lingered in an inexplicable silence, a youth resembling a hunter stood before the mountain gate, slowly shedding his fur coat and donning a scholar's robe.
Two Mountain Guardian Disciples exchanged puzzled glances at this strange behavior. As Gu finished changing and prepared to ascend the mountain, one of them drew his sword to block his path.
"Which Shin Taku mountain are you from? Please present your Identity Jade Tablet."
The Mountain Guardian Disciple respectfully requested. In recent days, they had received unusual instructions: anyone wishing to seek entry into the mountain must first notify the elders before any decisions were made.
Gu took out his Identity Jade Tablet and handed it over. He raised his gaze toward the summit, five thousand meters above. Ren Shixing stood east of the Heavenly Gate, gazing at Shandong. The two seemed to lock eyes through layers of Red Cloud, yet it felt as if nothing had happened at all; the wind was gentle and the clouds light.
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