Chapter 919: White Dew Academy

White Dew Academy, located outside Taichang City, is just one of the many inconspicuous academies in Nanjun, and in the eyes of outsiders, its grade is only in the middle among many academies. WwW. feiazw. CoM Net If this academy has any characteristics, it is that this academy is not built in a big city, but built on the 'Yutian Mountain', which is famous in Nanjun.

This Yutian Mountain is a famous spiritual mountain in Taichang Prefecture, with more than ten mountains of different sizes. Although it cannot be called dangerous or magnificent, it is spring all year round, with strange flowers everywhere. Several rare spiritual trees and spiritual fruits can only be planted and survive on this mountain. Therefore, it is listed as one of the thirteen spiritual mountains of Nanjun.

White Dew Academy was built on the Huanyun Peak of this mountain, from the mountainside to the peak, covering large areas of pavilions, and the area is quite large, enough to accommodate more than a thousand people.

But logically speaking, with the great name of this mountain, this unknown White Dew Academy has no qualifications to enter this mountain. After all, the adjacent mountains are all famous temples and Taoist temples, which are not at the same level as White Dew Academy at all.

But strangely, after White Dew Academy was built here a thousand years ago, these temples and Taoist temples have never found any trouble for the academy.

On the contrary, the monks and Taoists in those Taoist temples and temples are very polite to the scholars who occasionally enter and leave the academy, regardless of their age, which once made many people feel very surprised.

Another strange thing about White Dew Academy is that the age and status of the students recruited are vastly different, including the only sons of wealthy families, and those from poor families such as farmers and peddlers, and the age is also between six or seven and twenty-something, completely unequal. And the time for recruiting disciples each year is not very fixed, sometimes recruiting a batch every three or four years, and sometimes not seeing any movement for seven or eight years. But those who enter this academy to study rarely see anyone come out of the academy gate, which is full of mystery.

Of course, this mystery is only for some local residents living at the foot of Yutian Mountain. The secular world outside the mountain knows nothing about these abnormalities, and White Dew Academy is still unknown in the entire Nanjun, and rarely noticed by anyone.

On this day, at the foot of Huanyun Peak, two people walked up the mountain slowly.

One is a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a majestic appearance, and the other is a young scholar in his twenties, with slightly dark skin and an ordinary appearance, surprisingly Han Li who appeared in the Gan Mansion a month ago.

"Young Master Han, White Dew Academy finished recruiting disciples two months ago. However, I heard from Old Friend Gan that you have learned some miscellaneous Taoist arts and also know about the existence of cultivators. That's why this old man brought you to the academy to give it a try. As for whether the academy will accept you, it depends on your own opportunity. Master Lu of the academy has some origin with me, I will take you to see him first. If he thinks there is no problem, it will be no problem for you to stay in the academy." This middle-aged Confucian scholar walked with his sleeves fluttering, and said calmly.

"Yes, everything is arranged by Mr. Yan. Uncle Gan has already said before coming. This time, regardless of whether the academy accepts this junior, this favor will definitely be kept in mind by Uncle." Han Li revealed an honest appearance and replied respectfully.

At this moment, the aura on Han Li's body was only at the third or fourth layer of Qi Condensation, and ordinary cultivators couldn't see his true depth at all.

A month ago, he proposed to Gan Chi, the Feng family's dark son, to assist him in joining a local great cultivation sect. Whether it was Buddhism, Taoism, or Confucianism, it was all fine.

The reason he said it so directly was because although Gan Chi was just a mortal, the instructions given to him by the Feng family in the past were to always be on good terms with those cultivators who entered the world, for future use. So hearing this request, although Gan Chi was surprised, it was not too difficult.

The only thing that worried him was probably that he was afraid that Han Li would sneak into these sects and plot something, which might implicate the Gan family.

However, all the businesses in the Gan Mansion were secretly controlled by the Feng family, and Han Li only needed to take out those land deeds and documents to make everything in the Gan family disappear overnight.

Coupled with the fact that although Gan Chi knew some things about cultivators, he was even more in awe of the mysterious identity of the Feng family.

Therefore, under Han Li's guarantee that sneaking into the cultivation sect this time would not cause trouble and implicate the Gan Mansion, he could only bite the bullet and act according to orders.

After planning for a few days, Gan Chi finally chose this middle-aged Confucian scholar surnamed Yan as a bridge to recommend Han Li into White Dew Academy.

Choosing this person was, on one hand, because compared to Buddhism and Taoism, the recruitment of disciples by the academy was clearly much looser, and as long as it was not a disciple of an evil path or demonic sect, even if they had a master's background, as long as their background was clean, they would still be accepted. On the other hand, Gan Chi had once done a great favor to this Mr. Yan, who was from the Confucian school and always valued gratitude, and would definitely do his best to handle this matter. Otherwise, although there were other ways, the possibility of success was truly not very high.

After all, the cultivation sects of Dajin, although not as difficult to enter as in Tiannan, were also not something a low-tier loose cultivator could enter just by saying so.

Han Li heard the name of White Dew Academy and after finding out the location of the spiritual vein of this mountain, he secretly controlled his magic tool to go there one night to observe the spiritual vein of this mountain from afar. As a result, he was quite satisfied.

Although this spiritual vein was far from comparable to the cave dwelling where he had placed many spiritual eye objects in Tiannan, it was still not bad, far stronger than the rest of the spiritual veins near Taichang City.

Speaking of which, if it weren't for the fact that spiritual eye objects like the Spirit Eye Tree would lose their spiritual nature if they were moved frequently and not placed on spiritual veins all year round, he only needed to carry two spiritual eye objects with him and find any inferior spiritual vein to make do with practicing. Why would he have to rack his brains to sneak into a great sect to practice.

And so, Han Li transformed and immediately became a distant relative who came to rely on Gan Chi. His surface background was a low-tier loose cultivator with spiritual roots who had learned some superficial magic arts. He was extremely yearning for the path of cultivation, which was why he entrusted his distant uncle Gan Chi to help him see if he could enter a great sect to continue his practice.

Gan Chi found this Confucian scholar surnamed Yan who taught at a famous large academy in the city, and after explaining it, the other party agreed to it out of the idea of repaying the favor.

The two of them had this trip.

"Hmm! It seems Brother Gan has truly spent a lot of thought for this distant nephew of yours. However, this is also understandable. Among mortals, those who possess spiritual roots are one in ten thousand. Naturally, he treats you with extra favor. Even this old man is distressed by the lack of spiritual roots, otherwise, I would have entered White Dew Academy long ago to practice the path of seeking immortality." The Confucian scholar said with some emotion.

Han Li smiled and didn't answer this.

Below, the middle-aged Confucian scholar didn't say anything more, and led Han Li straight up. Just as they were walking to the mountainside, suddenly, from another mountain peak visible to the naked eye, bursts of bell ringing sounds came, the sound clear and melodious, making people feel refreshed after hearing it.

"This Qingchan Bell of Baoling Temple is truly a rare treasure, but hitting it three times a day, the high monks of Baoling Temple are also a bit too showy." The Confucian scholar paused, turned his head to look at the mountain peak that was three points higher than Huanyun Peak, shook his head and muttered.

Han Li heard that the mountain peak was the location of the Buddhist sect, his eyes flashed with essence, and a look of contemplation appeared. In his perception, this so-called treasure was actually just a top-tier magic tool, nothing strange.

He reached out to touch the thick, long package on his back, and continued to walk up following the Confucian scholar.

After walking for a while, Han Li and the Confucian scholar finally arrived at a platform on the mountainside, and the scene before them suddenly brightened.

Only to see that everywhere was lush and green, with large patches of green bamboo forests appearing before their eyes, and in the bamboo forest, red walls and white buildings were faintly visible, a piece of elegant scenery. Several white stone secluded paths led straight to the depths of the bamboo forest, and at the end, a giant vermilion gate about several feet high was faintly visible.

"Let's go. The front gate is usually not opened. Follow me through the side gate." The middle-aged Confucian scholar scanned the bamboo forest and said so. He led Han Li to one side, stepped into one of the small paths, and entered the bamboo forest.

As a result, after turning several corners, Han Li and the Confucian scholar appeared in front of a pitch-black wooden gate about a foot high. The Confucian scholar lightly spat out a breath, stepped forward, and knocked lightly on the door with a "peng-peng" sound.

The door opened without a sound, and immediately a young man in white robes and Confucian clothes walked out from inside.

"Ah, so it's Mr. Yan who has arrived. Is Mr. Yan here to see Master Lu?" This young man had spiritual energy fluctuations on his body, with the cultivation of the third layer of Qi Condensation, but he was exceptionally polite to the Confucian scholar who had no magic power on his body at all. This made Han Li, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

If this were in Tiannan, such a thing would never happen. It seems that the Confucian school is truly strict in its rules, actually allowing cultivators to bow their heads to a mortal. However, this kind of situation is probably only possible for low-tier cultivators, and high-tier cultivators would never have such things happen. Han Li thought with a cold smile in his heart.

"Hmm. I am here to see Brother Fang this time. Is Master Fang free now?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar asked expressionlessly.

"The academy has a distinguished guest today, and the master is accompanying him in the study. I will report it for Mr. Yan." The young man in white robes thought for a while and said so.

"Alright, sorry to trouble you!" The middle-aged Confucian scholar revealed a smile and said.

The young man in white robes knew that although this person was a mortal, he had a deep origin with Master Fang, so he naturally didn't dare to be negligent. After saying a polite word, he hurriedly reached out and took out a sound transmission talisman, whispered a few words to it, and then flicked his hand, and the sound transmission talisman turned into a fire light and shot toward the back, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Not long after, Han Li suddenly felt a not-weak spiritual sense suddenly sweep over from afar, swept over a few people, and immediately retracted.

Han Li's heart stirred, knowing that this was mostly that Master Lu. Judging from the strength of his spiritual sense, he actually had the cultivation of the early Core Formation stage, which was much deeper than the middle or late Foundation Establishment cultivation he had expected. This made him a little surprised.

For him, the lower the cultivation of this person, the better. This way, it would be impossible to see through his concealment technique.

A moment later, above the place where Han Li and the others were standing, spiritual waves trembled, and a man's indifferent voice suddenly sounded.

"Is that Brother Yan? You came at the right time, I have a distinguished guest here, Brother Yan might as well come and meet him. Hmm, this little friend beside you, come over together."

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