Becoming an Immortal and Ancestor, Starting from the Clan-protecting Divine Beast

46: Chapter 46 A Rural Eccentric, a Confucian and Taoist Cultivator”Incredible, this village actually has a schoolhouse where an Immortal Cultivator is responsible for teaching knowledge.”

As the two passed by a village, Ruan Yurong stopped in front of a rather delicately renovated courtyard, as if she had seen something extraordinary.

In the Cultivation World, it is an ironclad rule that the Dharma must not be taught lightly.

Moreover, Immortal Cultivators are high and mighty; how could they lower their status to lecture and impart knowledge to a bunch of Mortals?

But a living example was right before their eyes. In this Mortal village, there was actually an Immortal Cultivator lecturing and imparting knowledge to Mortals.

Creak!

The wooden door opened, and a handsome man in white robes with a slender build walked out. He held a book in his hands and tucked a ruler into his waist, looking somewhat like a common scholar.

”No, not an Immortal Cultivator, but a practitioner of a heterodox path similar to the Martial Dao.”

Ruan Zhirou glanced at the newcomer a few times. Invisible currents flowed within her eyes, and she seemed to have noticed something, exclaiming in surprise.

Chen Zhuyun, standing to the side, was confused. A heterodox path similar to the Martial Dao?

Were there other paths in this world besides the Martial Dao that allowed Mortals to possess the power to contend with Immortal Cultivators?

”The young lady is quite knowledgeable.” The handsome man put down the book in his hand, his gaze falling upon Chen Zhuyun with some surprise: ”Martial Dao Innate? It has been many years since one has appeared; it is truly rare to see one today.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhuyun cupped his hands: ”Chen Zhuyun of the Chen family, greetings to this... friend.”

”I am Dugu Yunhe, greetings to you both.” The handsome man returned the salute, speaking with extraordinary eloquence: ”Yunhe is merely a wanderer in the countryside with some learning, so I teach here to enlighten the children. I cannot be called an Immortal Cultivator.”

Ruan Zhirou looked deeply at Dugu Yunhe. Although this person appeared graceful and handsome, for some reason, she felt an inexplicable resistance in her heart and was not fond of the person before her.

”With poetry and books in one’s belly, one’s aura naturally shines; Fellow Daoist Yunhe is too modest.”

Afterward, the three chatted for a while. Chen Zhuyun and Ruan Zhirou bid farewell to Dugu Yunhe and continued on their way to the Lin family in Liquan Town.

Dugu Yunhe watched the two retreating figures, his sleeves fluttering without wind: ”A Cultivator of Luck actually getting mixed up with a Mortal Martial Artist; interesting, very interesting.”

Rustle!

The book in his hand flipped its pages on its own, and a line of golden text appeared: ”Crimson Sun controls the Gang to verify the Limitless; Cold Moon condenses the Sha to derive the Hundun.”

”The heavens are about to change!”

Dugu Yunhe closed the book and turned to walk into the house.

Before long, the sound of children reading spread from the courtyard. The passing villagers were already accustomed to it, and some would even stop in front of the courtyard gate to bow to the figure standing on the podium.

On the road, Chen Zhuyun was somewhat puzzled and asked: ”Miss Zhirou, what did you mean by the heterodox path similar to the Martial Dao that you mentioned earlier?”

”In this world, there is more than one path for Mortals to break their limits and rival Immortal Cultivators.” After a moment of thought, Ruan Zhirou explained carefully:

”There are countless talented people in the world. Some thought to imitate the first two realms of the Immortal Dao, thus founding the Martial Dao, while others thought of other methods to create different paths.”

”For instance, that Dugu Yunhe is a Confucian Cultivator. One must read ten thousand books, travel ten thousand miles, implement one’s own teachings, and educate the beings of the Mortal World to condense a breath of Haoran Qi; only then can one step into the gate of the Confucian Dao.”

”Furthermore, in the past, a great Confucian of the Confucian lineage made a vow to verify the Dao, wishing to establish a heart for Heaven and Earth, to set a life for the people, to carry on the unique learning of past Saints, and to create peace for all generations.”

”This vow shook the eight wildernesses of Heaven and Earth and received the recognition of Heaven and Earth. It was no less than opening a new Dao. A Confucian Saint position condensed between Heaven and Earth. Those who ascended to this position could rival the great powers of the Immortal Dao. Their every word and action could influence the universe, and the great venerables of the Immortal Dao would have to lower their heads.”

As she spoke, she teased: ”The Confucian Dao has a much higher upper limit than the Martial Dao you Cultivate. It is one of the most powerful among the heterodox paths.”

”Confucian Dao?” Upon hearing this, Chen Zhuyun felt an inexplicable bitterness in his heart and smiled wryly: ”It seems I have chosen the most difficult path to climb.”

Ruan Zhirou looked at him, shook her fair index finger, and smiled slightly: ”That is not necessarily true. The threshold for the Confucian Dao is even higher than that of the Immortal Dao. It all depends on whether you can condense a breath of Haoran Qi.”

”If one cannot even condense Haoran Qi, then naturally one cannot even touch the threshold of the Confucian Dao and is merely an ordinary scholar.”

”How can it compare to the Martial Dao, which everyone can Cultivate? It is just that the upper limit is not high, and one can only get stuck at the Peak of the Xiantian Realm.”

Hearing this, Chen Zhuyun retorted: ”Miss Zhirou, what does a high threshold matter? The upper limit that the Confucian Dao can reach far exceeds the Martial Dao. That point alone is sufficient.”

”If the Martial Dao could produce existences comparable to a Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator or even a Purple Mansion True Person, only then would it truly have become a force.”

”As for the current Martial Dao, even if everyone can practice it, it is currently difficult to even find a few Martial Artists in the Xiantian Realm. To want to keep pace with a path like the Confucian Dao is as difficult as ascending to the blue sky, a thousand times harder than achieving a Golden Core in the Immortal Dao.”

Having achieved the Martial Dao Innate at a young age, he naturally had the ambition to break the restrictions of the Martial Dao Innate.

But after hearing about the Confucian Dao, he felt inexplicably uneasy.

Why is the Martial Dao, which everyone can Cultivate, trapped at the Xiantian Realm, while a path like the Confucian Dao can condense a position where one can sit and rival the great powers of the Immortal Dao?

At this moment, the conviction in his heart wavered slightly.

Just then, a fragrant scent assailed his nostrils, and a jade-like face without makeup pressed close, a pair of bright eyes meeting Chen Zhuyun’s somewhat troubled gaze.

Ruan Zhirou’s voice was delicate, her breath like an orchid: ”No, Zhuyun, you are wrong. In my opinion, the potential of the Martial Dao is far higher than that of the Confucian Dao.”

”In terms of quantity alone, there are countless martial practitioners in the world, far more than Immortal Cultivators. After all, this is a path without a threshold.”

”From the perspective of Luck, the Martial Luck of the world is definitely higher than the Confucian Luck, only that a Martial Artist capable of gathering Martial Luck has yet to appear.”

”If you can firm your belief and become the first person to break through the Xiantian Realm, it is not impossible to gather the Martial Luck of the world upon yourself.”

”As the saying goes, when the time comes, Heaven and Earth exert their strength together; when Luck fades, the hero is not free. By obtaining the support of Martial Luck, you can also emulate the Confucian Saint to establish a Dao, imprinting the Martial Dao between Heaven and Earth, and opening a precedent for all Martial Artists in the world that has never existed since ancient times.”

The beauty’s voice lingered in Chen Zhuyun’s ears. At this moment, Ruan Zhirou was breathtakingly beautiful in his eyes; no one in the world could be more beautiful than her.

Chen Zhuyun’s restless mind calmed down, and his blazing, agitated blood Qi became like a docile sheep. The Crimson Sun Limitless Dao became active—not the kind of Qi Deviation, but like gears with added lubricant, spinning much faster.

”I... I can do it. I will do it. I will be the number one in the Martial Dao throughout the ages, breaking the shackles and achieving the Dao through martial arts!”

Chen Zhuyun looked at the beauty before him, his tone resonant, as if making an immortal vow, with Heaven and Earth as witnesses!

Immediately, the two separated. Ruan Zhirou clasped her hands behind her back, her steps light: ”Brother Zhuyun, let’s hurry. We have already been delayed for quite some time; the sooner we finish, the sooner we return.”

”Okay.”

Chen Zhuyun followed, and the two walked side by side, the atmosphere harmonious, their relationship subtle.

Three days later, they arrived in front of the gate of a luxurious and imposing mansion. The plaque hanging above was inscribed with two silver characters with profound Concept.

Lin Mansion.