Looking at the glowing words appearing before his eyes, Gu Chengming felt a sense of helplessness.
This Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art shouldn't be called that; it should be called the 'Zhou Rites God-Man Rectifying Art.'
Well, if nothing else, he had at least thoroughly figured out the personality of this cultivation technique.
The next step was to put it into practice and see if his guess was correct.
Gu Chengming's wrist turned with extreme naturalness, and the fish head stopped steadily in front of Ren Wencai.
This movement was smooth and fluid, without a hint of being forced, as if the fish head was always meant to point in this direction.
Seeing this, the smile in Ren Wencai's eyes deepened, though he still maintained a polite facade:
"Oh, Chengming, everyone should just be casual today; there’s no need to be so formal."
Gu Chengming did not take his seat. Instead, he raised his wine cup. Using the fish as a metaphor for people, he eloquently began a discourse on the principle that "a snake cannot move without a head, and a bird cannot fly without wings."
His words didn't touch upon how heavenly Elder Ren's cultivation was, but only spoke of the current atmosphere and cohesion of Huiyuan Gate.
He interpreted the fish head as a sign of good fortune and likened Ren Wencai to the backbone and stabilizing pillar of the vast Huiyuan Gate.
Between his words, he both affirmed the leader's core status and quietly tied the glory and shame of the entire collective to one person.
If these words had come from some hotheaded youth, they would inevitably seem greasy, but coming from a young disciple like Gu Chengming—who had just achieved great things and had a limitless future—they seemed exceptionally sincere and weighty.
Ren Wencai's old face, which usually maintained a stiff posture, could no longer hold its expression. While he repeatedly said, "You go too far, you go too far," his body honestly straightened his chest, and his hand held the wine cup with perfect stability. Clearly, these words had scratched exactly where he itched most.
Seeing the timing was right, Gu Chengming did not stop while he was ahead. Instead, his expression became even more serious as he spoke of the principle that "rites must not be discarded, and order must not be disordered."
He spoke with earnest sincerity, saying that while personal effort was important, without the towering tree of the sect to provide shelter and without the guidance of elders, he would be nothing more than a headless fly. Even with a body full of strength, he would only hit walls everywhere and never achieve what he had today.
Ren Wencai listened until his face was flushed with joy, nodding repeatedly and exclaiming that Gu Chengming was sensible, understood the rites, and was a rare, forgeable talent.
At the same time, lines of inner thoughts from the Zhou Rites appeared before Gu Chengming's eyes; clearly, this move pleased it greatly.
【The 《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》 is full of praise. Excellent! Superiors and subordinates in their proper order, and credit attributed to those above—this is the righteous path of a subordinate.】
【Affection of 《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》 +2】
It really is just as I thought!
Seeing that this method of conquest actually worked, Gu Chengming felt a strange complexity in his heart.
To be able to find the conquest method even for this kind of god-tier technique... I am practically the God of Gals.
Thinking this, Gu Chengming did not pause. He turned, took the pot, and walked toward Liu Enchuan on the right.
Facing this Merit Hall Elder who was responsible for the sect's practical affairs and worked diligently every day, Gu Chengming did not praise his cultivation level. Instead, he emphasized the complexity and difficulty of the Merit Hall's daily work.
When Liu Enchuan habitually waved his hand in humility, saying it was all in a day's work, Gu Chengming spoke with deep sincerity:
"There is no such thing as quiet, good times; it is only because someone else is carrying the burden."
The moment those words were uttered, Liu Enchuan's hand holding the wine cup trembled violently, and his whole person froze.
He had worked hard for half his life and heard countless flatteries, but never had a single sentence struck his heart like this, speaking to the place where he most craved recognition.
Yes, outsiders only saw the stability of Huiyuan Gate, but who knew how many trivialities and pressures he had silently shouldered behind the scenes?
Gu Chengming saw the opportunity and immediately threw out the next line:
"This disciple has no other thoughts right now—I just want to progress too much! I want to shoulder even heavier burdens for the sect and the elders!"
Liu Enchuan was so moved that his eyes grew moist, and his nose felt a bit prickly.
On the other side.
【The 《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》 is shocked beyond measure by this scene.】
【To package personal ambition as the noble sentiment of 'forgetting oneself for the public good,' and to perform it so naturally and movingly... this is simply the ultimate application of 'Rites.' Magnificent!】
【Affection of 《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》 +3】
The atmosphere in the private room reached a fever pitch. Zhao Wuji, sitting to the side, felt as though he were sitting on pins and needles. He rotated the wine cup in his hand repeatedly, his heart a chaotic mix of emotions.
He watched Gu Chengming navigate between his two colleagues with ease, coaxing the two old foxes into a daze with just a few words. His heart was filled with both admiration and envy, along with a slight, faint embarrassment.
After all, he was a guest and an elder from another gate. Could this kid have forgotten about him?
Just then, Gu Chengming raised his third cup of wine and turned toward him with a beaming smile.
Zhao Wuji's heart leaped, and he subconsciously straightened his back.
Gu Chengming's gaze landed on Zhao Wuji, his tone remaining respectful.
He didn't use his previous routine; instead, he took a different path. He called Zhao Wuji the "combat benchmark" of Qingfeng Peak and the insurmountable mountain in the hearts of countless disciples.
He spoke of Zhao Wuji's past battle achievements, his words filled with admiration for that lonely, proud persistence of "advancing even against ten thousand."
Finally, Gu Chengming raised his cup, indicating that if he entered the Inner Sect in the future, he would definitely consult his martial uncle often, hoping to "progress" alongside him and walk further on the path of the sword.
Zhao Wuji was a sharp man; he obviously knew this was flattery.
But he had to admit, this flattery was done with incredible skill!
It was fresh, refined, and unconventional. It praised his strength, lauded his character, and that final "progress together" gave him more than enough face.
Facing such a sensible, well-spoken, and exceptionally talented junior, how could Zhao Wuji remain uncomfortable?
He could only smile helplessly, clink his cup lightly with Gu Chengming's, and say, "That sounds good."
As the wine went down his throat, the slight sourness in Zhao Wuji's heart mostly dissipated, replaced by a quite comfortable feeling.
It was only at this moment that he truly understood why Ren Wencai and Liu Enchuan were coaxed into such a state where they couldn't stop smiling.
If it were him, he wouldn't be able to keep his smile down either!
Putting down the wine cup, Zhao Wuji glanced at Gu Chengming, who had returned to the last seat and was sitting obediently. He sighed inwardly again: this kid was not only exceptionally gifted but also a master at handling people and navigating the ways of the world.
Such a fine piece of jade—how did he end up in the hands of that old fellow Ren Wencai?
It was a waste of a heavenly gift. A waste, a total waste!
【The 《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》 expresses high appreciation for your handling of 'guest' relationships. Neither humble nor arrogant, both host and guest are pleased, and you are adept at borrowing momentum. One could call you truly enlightened.】
【Affection of 《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》 +2】
The wine had been served three times, and the food had been sampled five times.
Laughter continued in the private room, and the three elders' faces were flushed with red; they were clearly all enjoying themselves immensely.
This meal could be said to have ended with both hosts and guests satisfied.
As they left their seats and stepped out of the Sea of Clouds Pavilion, the sky was already slightly moist.
The mountain wind carried the chill of night dew, blowing away a bit of the wine's influence. Although Zhao Wuji was a guest, he had eaten quite comfortably, and the way he looked at Gu Chengming became increasingly satisfied.
As they were parting, Zhao Wuji used the excuse of tidying his sleeves to intentionally fall half a step behind, leaning toward Gu Chengming's side. His tone was full of the concern an elder has for a junior:
"Chengming, the Inner Sect is not like the Outer Sect; the waters are very deep. In the future, if you feel that things at Huiyuan Gate... cough, if you feel anything is unsatisfactory or if you suffer any grievances, feel free to come to Qingfeng Gate and find your martial uncle."
However, before these words could even land, Zhao Wuji felt a chill on his back.
He subconsciously turned his head and met Ren Wencai's half-smiling gaze.
"Haha, well... it's getting late. This old man just remembered there's a furnace of pills back at the peak that hasn't been extinguished. I'll take my leave first, take my leave first."
Zhao Wuji let out two dry laughs, not daring to stay a moment longer. Even his farewell gestures were a bit rushed.
With a wave of his sleeve, he turned into a streak of green light, vanishing into the vast night in the blink of an eye, looking quite like he was fleeing in panic.
Seeing this, Liu Enchuan also shook his head with a laugh. He patted Gu Chengming's shoulder, bowed to Ren Wencai, and tactfully took his leave.
When no one else was around, only the sound of the breeze brushing through the pines remained on the mountain path.
Ren Wencai was in no hurry to speak. Instead, he led Gu Chengming slowly along the mountain path until they reached a place with a wide view before stopping.
"In two days, I will take you to the Inner Sect."
Ren Wencai gazed at the silhouette of the distant mountains and said in a gentle tone:
"You don't need to feel any burden. Although there are many rules in the Inner Sect, for you, it's just a formality. The so-called assessment is nothing more than going through the motions to check your temperament. Given your performance with the Sword-Questioning Stone and in the dao heart Illusion, if you can't pass this stage, then no one in the Wenjian Sect will ever pass it."
Hearing this, Gu Chengming nodded slightly, knowing in his heart that behind the words "going through the motions" lay a great deal of maneuvering and guarantees from Elder Ren.
"Just..."
Ren Wencai's tone shifted, and he turned around, his gaze falling on Gu Chengming:
"During the meal today, I observed your words and behavior. You seem to be... well, quite familiar with that whole set of things?"
Gu Chengming's heart skipped a beat, knowing the elder was referring to his rhetoric and etiquette in handling the social situation. He didn't deny it, only saying modestly:
"This disciple has read some miscellaneous books in his spare time and knows a bit about it."
"That is very good."
Ren Wencai nodded, a flash of appreciation in his eyes:
"Although the world of cultivation respects strength above all, being sophisticated in the ways of the world is its own form of mastery. Besides, it will be good for you when you go down the mountain to Daqian in the future."
Gu Chengming thought to himself: Isn't farming a supervisor's affection like a civil servant also a type of galgame? Simple.
Ren Wencai paused, as if remembering something, and lightly pointed at Gu Chengming:
"In that case, if you have time over the next two days, you might as well go to the Scripture Repository and flip through some classics regarding Daqian's Confucianism and ritual systems. You don't need to study them deeply, just understand the general principles and know the style of their rhetoric."
Hearing this, Gu Chengming was a bit puzzled.
Wenjian Sect was a sect of sword cultivators. Even if he practiced a Confucian mental art, it was only to stabilize his foundation and coordinate his spiritual energy.
"Elder, surely the Inner Sect assessment doesn't involve testing my knowledge of classics and essays?"
"Of course not."
Ren Wencai burst into laughter, waved his hand, and continued:
"It's just that the elder in charge of this assessment... cough, he loves to study such things in his daily life. If you can show some understanding of Confucianism in front of him, you might get some unexpected benefits from him."
Although these words were cryptic, a figure immediately flashed through Gu Chengming's mind.
Yu Wenqiu had warned him before that the one presiding over the Inner Sect assessment was often the "Black-faced God" of the Discipline/Enforcement Hall, who loved to pick faults where there were none.
Now, hearing Elder Ren's description, combined with the Confucian roots of the 《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》, the two figures instantly merged into one.
Just as Gu Chengming was thinking, Ren Wencai suddenly paused again as if he had remembered something else.
"There is one more thing. Since you accepted that 《Cangxian Wine Sword Art》, you might as well practice it when you're idle."
Upon hearing this, Gu Chengming's heart skipped a beat.
When Hua Daiyi forced that sword art on him that day, there shouldn't have been anyone else around. How did Elder Ren know?
He looked up at Ren Wencai, only to see the old man's expression was calm, seemingly without any intent to blame him.
"Don't mind that Wine Old Man's usual lack of decorum; on the path of the sword, he truly has unique insights. This 《Cangxian Wine Sword Art》 is a top-tier inheritance even within the fourth realm. It focuses on using wine qi to nourish sword qi—the form is drunk but the intent is not. If you can master it, it will be of great benefit to your future path in the sword."
Ren Wencai had his own calculations in mind.
Although that old ghost Hua Daiyi acted absurdly, he was extremely protective of his own.
Since he was willing to pass this ultimate secret technique to Gu Chengming, it meant he had truly taken a liking to this piece of raw jade, even going so far as to shamelessly ask for the title of 'half-teacher.'
Now that Gu Chengming had one foot in the Wenjian Sect's Inner Sect and his foundation was set, Ren Wencai was no longer worried about him being poached.
On the contrary, if Gu Chengming could truly master this sword art, it would be like having an extra backer from the Hunyuan Sect when he traveled the world in the future.
Although that Wine Old Man was unreliable, if something really happened, he definitely wouldn't sit idly by given this connection.
This kind of favor that cost him nothing to allow was something he shouldn't refuse.
Of course, Ren Wencai did not voice these winding thoughts.
He only patted Gu Chengming's shoulder and spoke with deep meaning:
"More skills won't weigh you down. Since you have this opportunity, don't waste it."
"This disciple understands."
Gu replied, though he felt a bit helpless.
It wasn't that he didn't want to learn the 《Cangxian Wine Sword Art》; he simply lacked the qualifications to even begin.
But he couldn't say that openly. He secretly planned that once his attributes increased in the future, he would definitely study this sword art properly.
When he returned to his small courtyard, it was already late.
Pushing open the door, the familiar furnishings allowed Gu Chengming's nerves, which had been tense all day, to completely relax.
He was in no hurry to rest. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the couch and began his routine cultivation.
Now, the several techniques in his body each performed their duties. Under the coordination of the 《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》, they operated extremely smoothly, requiring almost no effort on his part.
If he had to mention anything worth noting, it was only the 《Hundred Bones Resonating》.
Ever since it broke through the affection limit and unlocked the "Path Opened for You," it had become increasingly active—one might even say... a bit clingy?
It would increase its affection for various reasons all day long, and now it was nearing a value of one hundred and twenty points.
In his past galgame experience, this was a value that had long since overflowed the screen and might even trigger yandere or "blackening" plotlines.
But the character of Old Bai... well, it was hard to imagine it being yandere.
While this feeling of unlimited affection was good, it also brought a new problem.
That was—resources were no longer enough.
The bundle of blood activating grass he had scavenged from the Market City had been completely consumed several days ago.
【《Hundred Bones Resonating》 feels a bit of a pity.】
【《Hundred Bones Resonating》 thinks to itself: you live so frugally every day, leaving the best dragon blood grass for it, yet it used it up so quickly. Is it being too wasteful and slowing down Emperor Gu's progress?】
Seeing these words, Gu Chengming couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.
He thought to himself that he had used the so-called dragon blood grass to fool Old Bai for so long; it was time to get some proper body-refining resources for his cultivation. He couldn't let the kid keep eating grass forever.
He took stock of his current net worth. After thinking it over, Gu Chengming decided to shamelessly seek help from Elder Ren again.
After all, wasn't that jade plaque Elder Ren gave him meant for finding the organization when he had difficulties?
The next morning, Gu Chengming arrived at Ren Wencai's courtyard once more.
After hearing Gu Chengming's intent, Ren Wencai did not show any impatience. Instead, he revealed an expression that said, "As expected."
"That body-refining technique of yours is indeed quite special."
Ren Wencai stroked his beard, pondering:
"To be able to induce the rhythm of heaven and earth to reshape bones while still in the first realm, its consumption is naturally several times that of ordinary techniques. Your little bit of wealth is indeed a bit stretched."
He didn't ask what resources Gu Chengming had been using for cultivation before. He simply nodded and walked into the inner room.
A moment later, he came out carrying a heavy storage pouch.
"In here are some essence blood from second realm demonic beasts, along with several bottles of Bone-Forging Pills and Blood-Coagulating Powder."
Ren Wencai handed the storage pouch to Gu Chengming, his tone as casual as if he were giving away a few cabbages:
"These things should be just right for you at your current level. They can replenish your blood essence without being so potent that the medicinal power damages your foundation. Take them and use them; come find me again when you run out."
Gu Chengming took the storage pouch. When his divine sense swept through it, he was instantly shocked by the quantity inside.
second realm demonic beast essence blood—there were a full ten jars!
Bone-Forging Pills and Blood-Coagulating Powder were all of the highest quality, adding up to at least several dozen bottles!
"Elder, this..." Gu Chengming hesitated. "This is too valuable."
"If I give it to you, just take it." Ren Wencai waved his hand.
"You're about to enter the Inner Sect soon; don't waste time worrying about these little resources. Focus on raising your cultivation; that is the real priority."
Moved, Gu Chengming bowed deeply once more before taking his leave.
Back at his small courtyard, Gu Chengming couldn't wait to take out those resources.
He poured a jar of second realm demonic beast essence blood into the bath barrel and added several Bone-Forging Pills to dissolve. The originally clear water instantly turned into a deep, thick blood-red, emitting an astonishing heat and medicinal fragrance.
This was the real deal, many times stronger than that blood activating grass worth only two spirit stones!
Gu Chengming took a deep breath, removed his clothes, and sat in the barrel.
Surely Old Bai would be moved to death this time?
But the expected scene did not appear.
On the contrary, as the medicinal power entered his body, a line of somewhat subtle text popped up on the system panel.
【As 《Hundred Bones Resonating》 feels this surge of energy entering the body, its heart feels a bit subtle.】
【While this energy is somewhat abundant, why is it so chaotic? The spirituality contained within is a world apart compared to those few stalks of dragon blood grass from before.】
【It tries hard to absorb it, yet it always feels a bit like chewing wax.】
What do you mean by that?!
second realm demonic beast essence blood and high-grade Blood-Coagulating Powder—how is it that when it reaches you, it becomes 'chewing wax'?
【《Hundred Bones Resonating》 lets out a disappointed sigh.】
【It thinks to itself: These second realm pills really don't cut it. Compared to that third realm dragon blood grass that contained the creation of heaven and earth, the effect is truly too far off.】
【But it then thinks: Gu Chengming must have gone through a lot of trouble and even resorted to begging others to find these resources for it. How can it be picky?】
【《Hundred Bones Resonating》 forces itself to cheer up, reluctantly swallowing this 'coarse tea and simple rice.' It secretly vows in its heart to grow stronger as soon as possible, so it won't let Emperor Gu suffer grievances for such meager resources anymore!】
Gu Chengming didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.
You damn Old Bai, you're destined to never eat anything good in your life!
The next morning.
Before Gu Chengming could even think about how to trick Old Bai, who couldn't get used to 'coarse grains,' an unexpected guest arrived at his courtyard.
The newcomer was burly, with a sword box on his back and a murderous black robe. Although his sharp-featured face carried a hint of a forced smile, it combined with that 'keep-away-from-strangers' killing intent to make one wonder if some rogue cultivator had come for revenge.
It was precisely the Inner Sect senior he had met once in the Scripture Repository, Lu Che.
"Senior Brother Lu?"
Gu Chengming was a bit surprised and cupped his hands in greeting.
"How did you find your way here, Senior Brother?"
Seeing Gu Chengming open the door, the stiff smile on Lu Che's face became slightly more natural. He hurriedly clasped his hands in return.
"Junior Brother Gu, I apologize for the intrusion."
Lu Che said as a matter of course:
"I went to the Merit Hall to check the register of Outer Sect disciples and found where you lived."
Hearing this, Gu Chengming's heart skipped a beat.
Checking the disciple register?
As far as he knew, while the housing assignments of Outer Sect disciples weren't a secret, they were internal sect records. Usually, only Deacon Elders or managers in charge of such matters had the right to access them.
An ordinary Inner Sect disciple, no matter how high their cultivation, had no reason to be able to look up someone's address so easily.
Words Yu Wenqiu had said at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion flashed through his mind—
—"Disciples of the Guizang Gate have many privileges."
This time, he really had accidentally stumbled into the inner circle.
Maintaining a calm expression, Gu Chengming stepped aside and made an inviting gesture:
"Since you are here, Senior Brother Lu, please come in for a cup of tea."
The two sat down at the stone table in the courtyard.
While Gu Chengming brewed tea, he observed Lu Che.
This senior brother looked extremely well today. Although that murderous aura remained, the depression and anxiety from a few days ago had mostly vanished from his brow. Instead, there was a sense of clarity and excitement. Especially those tiger-like eyes—their light was restrained, a clear sign that his cultivation had progressed.
"Senior Brother, your face is glowing today. Could it be..."
Gu Chengming pushed a teacup over and asked tentatively:
"You've found your ideal Dao companion?"
Hearing this, the hand Lu Che had just used to pick up the teacup paused slightly. He then shook his head with a bit of embarrassment:
"Not quite."
"To tell you the truth, after I went back, I wasn't in a hurry to... well, to practice Junior Brother's conquest methods."
You didn't practice? Then why are you so happy?
As if seeing Gu Chengming's confusion, Lu Che put down his teacup and said gratefully:
"Although I haven't found a Dao companion yet, the insights Junior Brother shared that day—especially that theory about analyzing character designs, event triggers, and option branches—I went back and pondered it carefully. I actually found that it contains extremely profound sword principles!"
"Sword principles?" Gu Chengming's eye twitched.
"Exactly!"
Lu Che became more excited as he spoke, his hands gesturing unconsciously:
"Think about it, Junior Brother. Interacting with people is all about predicting their thoughts, finding their flaws, saying the right things at the right time, and doing the right things."
"How is that any different from the path of the sword?"
"It's the same when facing an enemy! Predicting the opponent's moves, discerning their weaknesses, and delivering that fatal strike just when their old strength is exhausted and their new strength hasn't yet formed!"
"The so-called 'tsundere'—isn't that just an opponent who is strong on the outside but weak on the inside, seemingly fierce in attack but actually full of defensive flaws? The so-called 'kuudere'—isn't that just an opponent with a steady heart, a defense as unmoving as a mountain?"
"I applied your theories to the 《Passionate Sword Art》, trying to view my opponents as conquest targets, deconstructing their moves, and conquering their defenses. The bottleneck that had troubled me for so long actually loosened!"
So that's how it is. This sword dao is also a kind of Galga... No, wait, I almost got dragged into his logic.
Gu Chengming was also filled with admiration and could only cup his hands. "Senior Brother Lu's comprehension is truly astonishing!"
Hearing this, Lu Che waved his hands repeatedly, his face serious:
"How could this be my own comprehension? It's clearly thanks to Junior Brother's guidance! If not for your words of wisdom, I would probably still be spinning in a dead end. How could I have today's breakthrough?"
"I will keep this favor of teaching and clarifying in my heart. I came today first to thank you in person, and second, I would like to invite you to my cave dwelling for a chat."
"Firstly, to show you where I live, and secondly... I've prepared some simple wine. I want to host you properly as a token of my gratitude."
Gu Chengming initially wanted to decline, but seeing Lu Che's posture, and given his own curiosity about the mysterious 'Guizang Gate,' he thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement.
"In that case, I shall impose upon you, Senior Brother."
"Haha, no imposition at all!"
Overjoyed, Lu Che didn't waste any more words. With a wave of his sleeve, a clear, sharp sword chime rang out from the sword box on his back.
"Zheng—"
The 'Pitying Flower' sword, covered in drawings of young girls, did not leave its scabbard. Instead, it hovered along with the sword box, turning into a wide black streak of light that stopped steadily in front of the two of them.
Gu Chengming didn't stand on ceremony. With a light tap of his toes, he landed effortlessly on the sword box.
With a low shout from Lu Che, the sword light shot into the sky, instantly piercing through the clouds and speeding toward the depths of the sect.
The area where the Guizang Gate was located was in the deepest part of the Wenjian Sect's mountains.
Along the way, Gu Chengming looked at the scenery below, unable to help but click his tongue in amazement.
If the Outer Sect was a bustling marketplace with people coming and going between peaks, full of the mundane world's energy, then the Inner Sect's Qingfeng and Huiyuan areas were orderly cities. Though not as lively as the Outer Sect, many disciples could still be seen sparring on training grounds or discussing the Dao on mountain paths.
But this Guizang Gate...
Was this even a sect?
Looking around, the mountains were majestic, ancient trees reached for the sky, and spiritual cranes occasionally flew through the swirling mist. Waterfalls and springs hung like the Milky Way overturned.
However, after flying for a long time, Gu Chengming didn't see a single person.
There were no groups of disciples, no noisy training grounds, and not even a patrolling deacon in sight.
"Isn't this... a bit too big?"
Gu Chengming couldn't help but exclaim.
In front of him, Lu Che, who was controlling the sword light, laughed and explained:
"The Guizang Gate has few disciples. Including elders and deacons, there are barely fifty in total. Yet this area covers thirty-six main peaks and seventy-two spiritual springs, so it does feel a bit lonely on normal days."
"But it's good; it's peaceful."
Fifty people occupying thirty-six main peaks?!
【《Hundred Bones Resonating》's eyes are glowing.】
【It strongly suggests that when you enter the Inner Sect in the future, you must choose a place like this—ideally, you should conquer all thirty-six mountain peaks!】
Gu Chengming automatically filtered out Emperor Bai's nonsense.
After flying for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a solitary and beautiful mountain peak appeared ahead.
This peak wasn't as treacherous as the others; instead, it exuded a warm and elegant atmosphere.
The mountain was covered in unknown pink flowering trees. It was currently the blooming season, and petals from all over the mountain were falling with the wind, like a pink rain.
And deep within that sea of flowers, an exquisite cave dwelling was faintly visible, with its upturned eaves and ancient style.
"We're here."
Lu Che lowered the sword light and landed on the white jade platform in front of the cave dwelling.
"This is my master's place of cultivation. I also stay here with him."
Gu Chengming landed steadily and straightened his wind-blown robes, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
"Master!"
Lu Che shouted toward the cave dwelling. His tone held a hint of respect, but also a relaxed feeling of being home:
"Your disciple has returned! This is the Junior Brother Gu I mentioned to you before—the one who taught me those insights!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a light laugh came from within the cave dwelling.
This laughter was as gentle as jade. Hearing it, one felt as if they were bathed in a spring breeze, and even the spiritual energy circulating within the body seemed to flow more smoothly.
Along with the sound, a slender figure slowly walked out from the depths of the floral sea.
Gu Chengming subconsciously looked up and couldn't help but be slightly dazed.
The newcomer was dressed in robes as white as snow, with a jade belt at his waist and a folding fan in his hand. His long hair was loosely tied with a wooden hairpin, a few strands falling over his forehead and fluttering in the wind.
Even though Gu Chengming considered himself well-traveled and knowledgeable, he had to admit that the man before him truly deserved the description 'as graceful as a jade tree' and 'unmatched in elegance.'
Then he looked at the burly, fierce-faced Senior Brother Lu Che next to him, who looked like he could stop a baby from crying just by smiling...
Gu Chengming couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity.
These two... were master and disciple?
"Disciple Gu Chengming greets the Senior."
Gu Chengming snapped out of it and hurriedly bowed.
The white-robed man walked closer, folded his fan, and looked Gu Chengming up and down. The smile in his eyes deepened:
"No need for such formality."
"I am Li Linfeng, an elder of the Guizang Gate. I have long heard Che'er speak of you. Seeing you today, you are indeed a man of exceptional talent and extraordinary poise."
As Li Linfeng spoke, he nodded slightly, his gaze showing an unabashed sense of appreciation.
"Thank you for the undeserved praise, Elder."
"It is not undeserved; it comes from the heart."
Li Linfeng smiled and waved his hand. Then, as if remembering something, he asked:
"By the way, I heard you are still in the Outer Sect? I wonder who your teacher is. Have you taken any elder as your master?"
This question was clearly born from a desire to recruit talent.
Gu Chengming hesitated for a moment but still answered truthfully:
"Reporting to the Elder, although this disciple is still in the Outer Sect, I have already received the favor of Elder Ren Wencai of the Huiyuan Gate. Thanks to Elder Ren not scorching me, he has already taken me as a disciple. I only need to pass the Inner Sect assessment to officially perform the apprenticeship rites."
"Ren Wencai?"
Hearing this name, the expression on the smiling and elegant Li Linfeng's face instantly froze.
"You mean that old... cough, Elder Ren?"
Li Linfeng asked again, unwilling to give up, as if still holding a sliver of hope.
"Correct."
Gu Chengming nodded firmly.
"Sigh."
A long sigh escaped Li Linfeng's lips. It was genuine regret, a true aching of the heart. How did such a fine piece of jade end up under that old fox's tutelage?
The words he had intended to use to recruit him directly were forced back down his throat.
If Ren Wencai found out he was poaching so blatantly, he'd be in for a lot of trouble.
It wasn't that he couldn't beat the man; in truth, their strength was about equal. However, that old thing Ren Wencai fought too dirtily.
He had been tricked by him many times back when they were young. Thinking back now, it was probably a psychological shadow that made him quite wary of the old man even today.
Of course, if he couldn't poach openly, he would still make some small moves in secret.
Li Linfeng sighed, reached into his robes, and pulled out a crystal-clear jade pendant. The pendant was a light pink throughout, yet it didn't look gaudy. Instead, it emitted a warm spiritual light, and a blooming peach blossom was carved upon it, looking life-like.
"It's our first meeting, and I don't have much to give. This Spirit-Guarding Jade is not a weapon for attack, but it has the effect of nourishing the soul and resisting heart demons."
"This should be of some use to you. Take it; consider it a small meeting gift from an elder."
Gu Chengming was startled. Giving such a valuable gift upon their first meeting?
"Elder, this..."
"Take it!"
Li Linfeng stuffed the jade into his hand and said with double meaning:
"That old fellow Ren Wencai may be stingy, but he's not half-hearted when it comes to being protective. However, he has many enemies. If you should one day be implicated by him... having this to protect yourself is for the best."
Gu Chengming: "..."
So he's afraid I'll be dragged down by Elder Ren?
After a few more pleasantries, Lu Che led Gu Chengming into the cave dwelling.
The interior of the cave dwelling was extremely spacious. The surrounding walls were hung with calligraphy and paintings, and in the center of the dwelling, eight large characters were carved with extremely upright and sharp brushstrokes.
—【Uphold Justice as a Clear Mirror, Slay Evil and Execute the Corrupt】
Gu Chengming couldn't help but be taken aback.
Didn't this master and disciple pair practice the 《Passionate Sword Art》? Why were these eight characters hanging in their dwelling?
As if seeing Gu Chengming's confusion, Li Linfeng lightly fanned his folding fan and said calmly:
"Find it strange? These are the sect precepts of my Guizang Gate. All who enter my gate must remember them."
With just this sentence, he offered no further explanation.
Gu Chengming understood instantly.
He recalled that in the Merit Hall of Huiyuan Gate, the plaque hanging high up said 【Remember the Initial Aspiration, An Unwavering Heart】, emphasizing staying true to oneself. Meanwhile, Daoning Gate's was 【Wash Away Dust to Guard Simplicity, Sharing Both Joy and Sorrow】, which carried a sense of quiet inaction and huddling together for warmth.
Looking now at the Guizang Gate's "Slay Evil and Execute the Corrupt," Gu Chengming thought to himself that it seemed the atmosphere and precepts of each gate were indeed closely related.
After some casual conversation, Gu Chengming finally couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked:
"Elder, this disciple has heard that the 《Passionate Sword Art》 is mysterious and unpredictable. Just now, seeing Senior Brother Lu control his sword, his sword intent seemed to have a thousand knots within its agility. I wonder what the secret of this sword art is?"
Seeing Gu Chengming actively ask about his own gate's secret technique, the smile in Li Linfeng's eyes deepened.
"You do have some vision."
Li Linfeng put down his teacup, his tone carrying a hint of pride:
"The world says sword cultivators must abandon all emotions to have a clear sword heart. Little do they know that the highest stage of forgetting emotion is not emotionless, and being full of passion is in itself a form of detachment."
At this point, he gave Gu Chengming a deep look and said meaningfully:
"Where there is true feeling, even metal and stone will open. If this sword art is practiced to its depths, one could even sway the laws of the Heavenly Dao to some degree."
Gu Chengming listened, feeling completely dazed.
"Enough, words are useless."
Li Linfeng flipped his wrist, and a thin green-covered booklet landed on the table, which he lightly pushed toward Gu Chengming:
"These are some insights regarding the path of the sword and the path of passion I wrote in my youth. It's not some profound manual, but if you're interested, there's no harm in looking. Though the paths differ, learning from other methods might be of benefit to your own sword style."
He naturally still had a mind for poaching.
Though he couldn't promise anything to Gu's face, if Gu became interested in the passionate sword dao and voluntarily switched gates, Ren Wencai wouldn't be able to say much, right?
After chatting for a while longer, Gu Chengming saw that it was getting late and stood up to leave.
Lu Che personally saw him out of the cave dwelling, only turning back once the blue sword light had vanished into the sea of clouds.
At the entrance of the cave dwelling.
Li Linfeng stood with his hands behind his back, looking in the direction Gu Chengming had departed, then glanced at his own silly disciple, whose face practically screamed "I've become stronger." He couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"Master, why are you sighing?" Lu Che was puzzled.
Li Linfeng glared at him in frustration and lightly tapped his head with the folding fan:
"I am sighing because you are both young men, yet he can be so transparent and quick-witted while you have a head made of wood. You progress quickly enough in sword techniques, but when it comes to the affairs of men and women, why are you like a piece of stone?"
"Using the methods others taught you to practice your sword... You really are something."
Lu Che scratched his head and said, "Master, isn't it enough that my sword techniques got stronger?"
Li Linfeng looked at the sky, speechless.
After parting with the pair, Gu Chengming did not linger on the way and went straight back to his small courtyard.
For the next two days, he didn't engage in any more social maneuvering. After all, the groundwork had been laid, and going too far would be counterproductive. The remaining task was to conserve energy and adjust his state of mind.
He had thought the most excited one would be the Hundred Bones Resonating, but unexpectedly, it was the 《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》 that showed unprecedented interest in the upcoming Inner Sect assessment.
The reason was simple: in its perception, the assessment was a grand ceremony for "selecting the worthy and capable." It was a process to maintain the sect's order and highlight the hierarchy between superiors and subordinates, allowing for not a single mistake.
To this end, it even took the initiative to help Gu Chengming organize the energy within his body.
It sought to ensure that on the day of the assessment, he would display the demeanor most in line with the "system of rites."
In the blink of an eye, two days passed quickly.
Two days later, the sky was clear and the air was crisp.
The Wenjian Sect's main peak, the side hall of the Discipline/Enforcement Hall—
—The Bright Mirror Platform.
This was a critical place where the sect assessed Inner Sect disciples. It was usually deserted, accompanied only by the soughing of pines and the occasional lonely cry of a crane.
Today, this cold and quiet place had gained a bit of human presence.
Although it was a solo assessment specifically for Gu Chengming, the lineup was not small at all. Not only had Ren Wencai arrived, but Zhao Wuji of Qingfeng Gate was also present to observe. Even the usually reclusive Guizang Gate Elder Li Linfeng had somehow caught wind of it and, waving his folding fan, insisted on joining the fun under the pretext that the scenery here was uniquely beautiful.
These big shots sat on the viewing platform, their auras distinct yet subtly forming a kind of balance.
Gu Chengming wore the Daoist robes of an Outer Sect disciple, his hair neatly tied. He stood calmly below the platform.
He raised his gaze slightly, passing over the elders he knew, and landed on the pitch-black armchair in the very center.
There sat a man.
This man's face was as dark as iron, his posture as straight as a ruler, and his hair was bound meticulously atop his head with a dark jade hairpin.
His eyes were slightly closed, and his entire being emitted a suffocating air of slaughter. It felt as though if anyone came within three feet of him, they would be crushed by that invisible force of law until they couldn't straighten their back.
This was the Head of the Wenjian Sect's Enforcement Hall—Kong Zheng.
"So this is the legendary Black-faced God?"
Gu Chengming thought to himself.
He truly lived up to his reputation. Just his appearance alone—if he were placed in a mortal court, he wouldn't even need to use torture. Just by sitting there, a criminal would probably be scared into confessing.
As if sensing Gu Chengming's gaze, Kong Zheng slowly opened his eyes.
【《Hundred Bones Resonating》 immediately senses danger!】
【It suggests: Emperor Gu, if a fight breaks out later, attack his lower body first.】
This is a temperament assessment, not a strength test.
Besides, this Elder Kong is in the fourth realm; how could I possibly attack first?
【The 《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》 glows slightly.】
【It appreciates this person greatly, observing that his sitting posture is like a pine or a bell, and his expression is solemn and dignified. This is the look of someone who strictly upholds the law and restrains himself to return to the rites.】
【It sighs, remarking that this Enforcement Hall is indeed a place that follows the rules. Excellent.】
Gu Chengming felt greatly reassured.
From the reaction of the Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art, Elder Ren's intelligence was correct.
With the help of this mental art, this temperament assessment shouldn't be a problem, right?
On the viewing platform, the atmosphere was slightly subtle.
"Senior Brother Kong, it's about time, isn't it?"
Ren Wencai held his teacup, looking completely composed, as if he weren't worried about his disciple's assessment at all. In fact, he sounded a bit impatient:
"It's just a formality. Finish the test early so I can take my disciple back to show him the ropes."
Hearing this, Kong Zheng's brow twitched imperceptibly.
He turned his head, his dark face still expressionless, his voice stiff: "Junior Brother Ren, the laws of the sect are no laughing matter."
"Since he is entering the Inner Sect, he is entrusting his life and soul to the sect. The stage of temperament is of the utmost importance. Where does this talk of a formality come from?"
"Even if he is exceptionally gifted and has achieved great deeds, if his heart is not righteous, he shouldn't even dream of stepping a single foot into the Inner Sect."
These words could be said to give no face at all.
Zhao Wuji thought to himself that this iron stone truly still had that foul temper, though he was happy to watch the show.
Ren Wencai wasn't angry either; he just smiled and took a sip of tea:
"Fine, fine. You are impartially iron-faced; you are in the right. Then please begin, Elder Kong?"
He had a hundred percent confidence in Gu Chengming.
This kid could even master a mental art like the 《Zhou Rites》. If you saw his performance in the Heart-Questioning Mirror, wouldn't you be struck with awe?
Kong Zheng snorted coldly, no longer paying attention to these several old eccentrics, and stood up.
"Gu Chengming."
"This disciple is here."
Gu Chengming stepped forward and bowed. His movements were standard, and his expression was calm.
Kong Zheng scrutinized him from above. After a long silence, he finally spoke slowly:
"To enter my Inner Sect, one must first question their heart."
"Today's assessment does not test your cultivation or your sword techniques, but only your Dao."
With that, he waved his large sleeve.
The ground in the center of the hall shook violently, and the light of an array lit up. Then, an ancient bronze mirror slowly rose from beneath the floor.
The bronze mirror was as tall as a person. Its surface was not smooth but rippled like water, appearing bottomless. Countless kaleidoscopic scenes could be faintly seen flickering and vanishing within it.
—The Heart-Questioning Mirror.
"This mirror is called the Heart-Questioning Mirror; it can reflect the truest choices deep within your heart."
Kong Zheng pointed at the bronze mirror, his tone indifferent:
"After entering the mirror, you will be placed within an illusion. Things will happen there—perhaps dilemmas, perhaps despair."
"Everything you do will be driven by your true heart. You cannot fake it, and you cannot deceive it."
"Remember, there is no standard answer."
"I only look at whether your choice accords with the Dao and whether it is worthy of the sword in your hand."
Gu Chengming looked at the shimmering bronze mirror, understanding completely.
Ren Wencai had previously given him the inside scoop: the illusions of the Heart-Questioning Mirror were usually moral dilemmas.
For example, choosing between saving a gifted genius or saving a hundred commoners; or sacrificing a dear friend for the sect's greater good versus betraying the sect for that friend.
There was no absolute right or wrong; what was tested was logical consistency and one's bottom line.
As long as one didn't have a sociopathic personality that killed everyone to save oneself, they would generally pass.
Of course, if one could choose an answer that both benefited the sect and appeared loyal and affectionate, that would naturally be a bonus.
"This disciple understands," Gu Chengming replied.
"Since you understand, enter the array."
Kong Zheng wasted no more words. He pinched a spell gesture and struck a spiritual light into the Heart-Questioning Mirror.
"Weng——"
The bronze mirror let out a low hum, and the ripples on its surface instantly surged violently. An invisible suction force radiated from it, enveloping the entire hall.
Gu Chengming took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing.
As he drew closer, the light on the bronze mirror became increasingly brilliant.
In a daze, the surrounding scenery began to twist and stretch.
The solemn hall vanished, and the figures of the several elders gradually blurred.
The sound of wind, rain, and... the clamor of a crowd reached his ears.
The sensation of weightlessness was fleeting.
When he opened his eyes again, his surroundings had completely changed.
Only Kong Zheng remained before him.
The Kong Zheng opposite him suddenly raised a finger and pointed through the air at the Heart-Questioning Mirror.
"Weng——"
The mirror's surface trembled. Gu Chengming felt a sudden lightness deep in his sea of consciousness, as if something had been briefly pulled away, but it returned to normal in an instant.
He had originally thought he would finally enter the illusion, but after waiting for a long while, the scene before his eyes remained unchanged.
Until, at the bottom of his vision, that familiar semi-transparent dialogue box slowly emerged.
【The 《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》 feels as if a lifetime has passed.】
【It says: Rites and music have long since collapsed! I thought the world's morals were declining and people's hearts weren't what they used to be, yet I never expected to relive the scene of the ancient Daqian Golden Age within this Heart-Questioning Illusion.】
【Rulers as rulers, ministers as ministers, fathers as fathers, sons as sons; all people restraining themselves to return to Rites, following the rules, and women not being allowed at the dinner table.】
【It lingers there, reluctant to leave, feeling that this is truly how the Great Dao should look.】
Gu Chengming was stunned.
Why is it YOU who entered the illusion?
Looking at your description, the content of the illusion doesn't seem right—why are women not allowed at the table again?
This 'Golden Age' you believe in seems a bit sinister.
Gu Chengming secretly thought things were going south. He wouldn't fail the temperament assessment because of something like this, would he?
He braced himself and looked up, only to find that Elder Kong Zheng, who had been cold-faced just moments ago, was now looking at him with a face full of shock.
His gaze shifted from bewilderment to a kind of shock, and finally turned into a trace of... an awe of being inferior?
A long time passed.
Kong Zheng took a deep breath.
He straightened his robes and crown, his face solemn. Then, he clasped his hands in a formal arch, left hand on the outside, and performed a deep bow to Gu Chengming.
—Don't bow to me; I'm terrified.
Gu Chengming felt his hands go cold.
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