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Chapter 193: Changing of the Era

Chapter 193: Chapter 193: Changing of the Era

In the middle of the greeting, Wang Zijia took over a register from his hand. There were several books underneath and the one at the top was "A Brief History of Eras". Wang Zijia raised an eyebrow and said, "So you really did manage to borrow a simple history of the cultivation world?"

An Xingsheng nodded with a smile, "Yes, because your authority is effective, Senior Brother. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to get a hold of such valuable resources that record mysterious secrets."

"Fine, you may go now. As usual, arrange those who seek instruction to meet me in the afternoon," Wang Zijia said as he casually waved his hand to see his guest out.

With respect, An Xingsheng bowed and quietly left, closing the door behind him.

As for Wang Zijia, he brewed a cup of tea, put his leg on the table, and leaned back slightly as he began to read the material. It was reminiscent of retired officials from his previous life leisurely drinking tea and reading newspapers in the morning.

As he read "A Brief History of Eras", Wang Zijia came to comprehend this world more fully.

As Wang Zijia speculated, the Wanyu Sect existed in a world called the Great Thousand World, named Shen Hong, of immeasurable size.

The era in which Wang Zijia was living was called the Sixth Era.

That is to say, five eras had already passed before this one, with five catastrophic disasters equivalent to the severance of civilization, also known as Liangjie.

The First to Fourth Eras were inconclusive, at least that’s what the book said. As for the previous period, the Fifth Era, there were some records. It was an era of Immortal Prosperity, populated by not only immortals but also scattered Buddhas, gods, and devils.

During the Fifth Era, the Taoist School shone brightly but didn’t always suppress the Multi-Heavens like it does now.

This bright era continued until the end of the Fifth Era, when suddenly the World transformed drastically. The transmission of the Tao Law became difficult, could no longer be casually copied or recorded. The cultivation process in each world started to cease and gradually the End of Dharma arrived in each realm.

After a period of struggle, a startling Great Cultivator introduced the path of Runes. The World and Tao Law manifested in these Runes, reviving the grand events. This ultimately only the orthodox heritage of the Taoist School survived and thoroughly suppressed all other realms.

The most extreme manifestation was the redefining of the terms "child", "Sacrificial wine", and "Perfected" which were once respectful titles for positions and cultivation stages of Taoist monks in the Lower Three Realms.

Now they have become the segmentation of all cultivators. The original terms of Qi Cultivation, Foundation Establishment, and Core Formation, which were applicable to any cultivator in the Lower Three Realms, became a thing of the past.

However, the Taoist School of today is utterly different from the Taoist School of ancient times. As for the specific differences, Wang Zijia roughly understood from the book, but did not know how to specifically describe it.

It most likely meant that the current Taoist School refers to the Tao of Taoist Law and Dao Consistency, while the ancient Taoist School referred to the Tao of the Taoist temple.

The ancient Taoist School was a large faction formed by numerous Taoist temples. Whereas the current Taoist School tends to be composed of countless people seeking breakthroughs and innovations in various Tao Laws, seeking like-minded fellows.

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Wang Zijia spent the whole morning reading historical materials, engrossed in the process.

In the afternoon, it was time for Wang Zijia to instruct his disciples.

"Knock, knock!"

"Come in!"

As the door opened, An Xingsheng led a woman in. Without fully entering the room himself, he led the woman in and then turned around to leave.

Upon seeing the woman, Wang Zijia paused for a moment before saying, "Junior Sister Qing’er, does Martial Uncle Sha have any instructions for you?"

Today, Sha Qing’er had less propriety but a more lively spark in her eyes. Her sweet and adorable appearance was accentuated with a touch of peculiarity.

"No, I came to see you on my own," Sha Qing’er replied very straightforwardly.

Wang Zijia got up, went to the tea table by the window, and brewed a cup of tea for her. He asked, "Oh, does Junior Sister Qing’er need something?"

Without waiting for Wang Zijia’s invitation, Sha Qing’er sat down directly and said, "Not really. We’re now colleagues and neighbors, so I came to say hello."

Wang Zijia raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Neighbors?"

"Yes, I was to be someone’s assistant, but they weren’t happy about it. Hence, I’m left with no choice but to settle for the humble position of First Grade Teacher. I took up the post today, and I’m now next door to you."

Sitting comfortably, Sha Qing’er placed her hands under her legs and swung her feet. She was lively, vibrant, and rather cute.

Wang Zijia showed a bitter smile and said, "Junior Sister Qing’er, stop teasing me. If you’re qualified as a First Grade Teacher, then who in the Fu Tower can have you as their assistant?"

"Hmph!" Sha Qing’er wilted a little at Wang Zijia’s words and after a while, she responded, "At least you know your place."

With a bitter smile on his face, Wang Zijia passed her a cup of tea and said, "Have some tea, Junior Sister."

Sha Qing’er didn’t hold back. She promptly reached out and took the teacup.

While sipping their tea, they both fell silent for a moment, during which Sha Qing’er looked around continuously.

"I heard unique and exotic delicacies are often served at your place around this time, is that true?" She suddenly asked after a while.

Wang Zijia paused while drinking his tea, then his eyes lit up as if he’d found a kindred spirit. He asked, "You also enjoy exotic foods, Junior Sister?"

"Uh, sort of!" Sha Qing’er lost some of her original decisiveness at his reaction, but she still responded.

It seemed like a polite, well-bred young girl trying to explore peculiar foods like stinky tofu, river snails and durians. But the offerings at Wang Zijia’s place, well, they couldn’t compare to those.

A little excited, Wang Zijia presented several boxes of snacks, some with a radiant seal on top.

"Come, try this. This is Fuzi Huanglian Cake. It’s a bitter-sweet!" He said enthusiastically, offering a piece of the cake to Sha Qing’er.

Sha Qing’er, still not holding back, took a bite with curiosity, detecting a faint medicinal scent that caused her eyebrows to furrow.

"Ugh!"

In an instant, Sha Qing’er’s facial expression froze, and she sat rigidly on the spot. With great resolve, she refrained from spitting the bite out and instead covered her mouth.

"How is it, Junior Sister? Quite eccentric, isn’t it?" Unaware of her discomfort, Wang Zijia, full of energy and excitement, opened another food box and said, "There’s more. This is Stinky Lingmiao Fish. It might smell incredibly foul, but it tastes even worse!"

"Stinky Lingmiao Fish?!!" Sha Qing’er looked at Wang Zijia in disbelief, her hand still over her mouth. The lively spark in her eyes and the peculiarity on her face, gave way to shock, confusion, bewilderment, and paleness.

"What’s the matter, Junior Sister Qing’er? Don’t be shy. My little cook is very diligent, she cooks something new every day. Don’t worry about running out of food, I can take care of that with your small appetite." All the while, Wang Zijia was presenting her with more elegantly packed food boxes.

While he was speaking, he also passed the Stinky Lingmiao Fish, its obnoxious smell wafting directly towards her, creating an extremely explosive taste sensation.