Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 450 - 450 449 Autumn Appreciation Gathering 4

450: Chapter 449: Autumn Appreciation Gathering 4 450: Chapter 449: Autumn Appreciation Gathering 4 Hou Niao stood up; this cultivator from the Yu Family had singled him out intentionally, not coincidentally.

If this was just about the private life of the younger generation within the family, it would be somewhat excessive for a cultivator.

Cultivators should not concern themselves with such trivial matters.

They are no ordinary mortals, capable of clinging to so-called emotions for a lifetime; countless beautiful fairies abound in the Daoist academy, with the two sitting next to Zhao Xintong being no exception.

Why bother in such a way?

Could this be the reason Daoist had him come here to visit his relatives?

This Daoist, after all, was no ordinary person; Hou Niao had learned that back in Liuyang.

Yu Wuxia extended her hand, “Then, may I present myself first?”

She looked around the entire venue and voiced her question, “Can you tell me, what is loaded on this cart?”

“Wine!” the Daoist students chorused in unison.

Yu Wuxia, enigmatic, “…When a bottle is filled with wine, people call it wine; filled with tea, they call it tea; only when it is empty do people say, this is a bottle.

When your heart is full of desires, you are no longer yourself.”

In the illusionary scene, an old man continued his strenuous climb, his body almost parallel to the bridge’s surface.

Because of a slight stumble, a bottle fell and shattered into pieces.

Hou Niao decided to change his perspective, “Even a mortal possesses mortal wisdom.

The bottle was shattered, and perhaps the old man’s compensation could not offset it, but he did not look back.

Because he knew that no matter how much he looked back, shattered still meant shattered.

You must learn to accept and let go of the lost things in life, many things will not change just because you are sad…”

The assembled Daoist students all fell into deep thought, the prophesy was captivating.

Two Upper Cultivators interpreted this scene from their own perspectives, reflecting differing cultivation philosophies.

Only Zhao Xintong in the crowd understood what the villain really wanted to say: to forget the unpleasant past and move forward lightly; these words are easy to say but hard to do, and who can truly understand if not caught in it?

This portent was captivating, but the two Upper Cultivators did not choose to oppose in viewpoints, rather they chose different entry points; the Daoist students felt somewhat unfulfilled, hence a clamor arose, much like actors being called back for an encore.

Yu Wuxia, ever amenable, took the Array Plate, made a gesture in the void, and another scene appeared: a young man laboring in the spirit fields at night.

One need not ponder, this young man was Hong Ye, a Daoist student, engaged in the most tiring and bitter task of all in spirit plant cultivation: night irrigation.

Some precious spirit plants are troublesome to nurture, featuring all manner of peculiar cultivation methods, one of which is operations at night; this young man was also quite famous, perennially topping the list, though the list is somewhat embarrassing to mention, known as the White Light List.

The White Light List, sounds decent, but it’s essentially the pauper’s list, showcasing the ten poorest individuals of the Hong Ye Daoist Academy.

Now, the person irrigating, without even time to attend the Autumn Appreciation Meeting, was the perennial topper of the White Light List.

To tell the truth, the reason for such poverty was due to the high fees of the Hong Ye Daoist Academy; aside from a few resource-rich ones, most Daoist students begrudged this.

Everyone was waiting for the two Upper Cultivators to address this situation, how to escape the traps of poverty constraints, and whether they could side with the majority of ordinary Daoist students to speak a word of justice.

But they were too naive.

The experienced Upper Cultivators had methods to extricate themselves from such awkward situations, and even made their reasons sound profound and mysterious, with a far-reaching imagination, making you feel that everything was meant to be.

Yu Wuxia remained composed, “Heaven has given us a pair of eyes to see the facts clearly.

However, Heaven has also given us eyelids, so tolerance has become an art.

It teaches us when to keep our eyes open and when to close them.

When you have achieved success and your cultivation prospects are promising, looking back, all hardships become a valuable driving force.

Cultivation involves not only the hardship of effort but also the peace of time.”

To the Daoist followers, these words meant that to rise above others, one must pay a significant price; but to Hou Niao, they carried a different meaning.

It was clearly a case of making a mountain out of a molehill, telling him not to get too involved in certain matters and to know when to endure.

So, he unapologetically said, “There is always someone taking your money to ensure your ‘peaceful years’.”

The two Upper Cultivators clearly tended towards a showdown, but the development of the situation did not unfold as the Daoist followers had hoped.

The head of the Hong Ye Daoist Institute intervened immediately to stop this clash of stands, not because the institute was afraid of escalating conflicts between the two, but because the topic was too sensitive and could potentially affect the students’ favorable impression of the institute.

When the headmaster announced a 10% fee reduction for all diligent Daoist followers starting next year, amidst cheers from the followers, a potential crisis of reputation was cleanly averted, and the older cultivators of the Hong Ye Daoist Institute managed to weather this storm with their astute experience.

The blame could only fall on Yu Wuxia’s unlucky hand, coincidentally picking the Daoist follower who watered the gardens at night.

The speech continued on stage, but Hou Niao realized a subtle shift in his stance; he had to face this situation head-on now, possibly more troublesome than he imagined.

“Who among you knows the situation of the Yu Family within the Taihao Sect?”

It wasn’t exactly a secret, just something he hadn’t paid much attention to before.

Han Mi eagerly replied, “The Yu Family is a famous cultivation family in Wei Country, supposedly the family’s elder has reached the Golden Core Realm?

Whether it’s true is hard to say; you know these things are generally not disclosed to the public.

But apart from that, the cultivators of the Yu Family are also very strong, with several in the Tongtian Realm; Yu Wuxia is among them.”

“Are they all in the Taihao Sect’s hierarchy?”

Han Mi thought for a moment, “Not exactly, the Yu Family has its unique family skills, very famous among the loose cultivators in Wei Country.

However, they have a close relationship with the Taihao Sect, and probably belong to the type of cultivation families with the backing of Taihao.

When the Taihao Sect needs them, they would also contribute.”

Hou Niao smiled, “What do you all think of Yu Buzuo?”

Han Mi answered without hesitation, “Of course, he’s great—handsome and elegant, young and wealthy, a fine figure of a man, loyal in love; in all these years at the Daoist institute, there’s never been any rumor about him with another woman, which is rare in the institute.

However, Zhao Xintong might not necessarily like him; too perfect sometimes feels unreal.”

None of these women were really foolish; this kind of feeling was probably not just Zhao Xintong’s alone—these two women might also have had an intuition.

Shang Keqing spoke little, but was very direct, “This man is untrustworthy, I feel like he’s just wearing a layer of skin…

but what’s underneath, we can’t tell because of our low realm.”