Chapter 199: Love is an Uncontrollable Sharing

Collect books, attend class.

The immovable "Moral Cultivation".

This course only has that much content, and lecturing back and forth is quite tedious.

However, the teachers at Yujing Academy are very capable; after years of teaching, they have mastered the skill of turning this class into a storytelling session—sometimes they tell everyone about the deeds and endings of different historical figures, those positive and negative teaching materials, which can also attract a large group of students to listen attentively.

This is the key reason why Chen Shu rarely skips this class.

But not every class is like that.

Anyway, Chen Shu will buy a cup of milk tea on the way to class; if the teacher wants to tell a story, he listens carefully, and if there is no story, he plays on his Mobile Phone.

"If you, because you have become a Cultivator and mastered power far exceeding that of ordinary people, wantonly trample on the bottom line of morality, and think that you have surpassed your peers and entered a new level, and are no longer the same species as ordinary people, then you are indeed unworthy of being human. Perhaps your power is great, perhaps you have a self-consistent logic and argument, perhaps no one can sanction you, but people will not acknowledge your correctness because of your strength.

"Is there really no absolute right or wrong in this world?

"Everyone here, I don't know if you agree; perhaps you don't agree, perhaps you often 'speak your mind' on the internet, but who dares to stand up at this moment and say, 'Once I master power, I will definitely not care about the lives of others'?"

"No one, right? Why is that?

"Besides the fear of being retorted, boycotted, or insulted by others, I'm afraid there is also a bit of embarrassment, a bit of being unable to say it out loud, right? You see, can 'right' that cannot accept the inspection of 'human dignity' be truly right?

"You see, we can actually tell right from wrong.

"So students, follow your original intention to make choices, do not go astray because of interests, start on the right path from the beginning; if you go slightly off track, correct it in time, and do not hold the idea of 'once I become a top powerhouse in the world, I can make the whole world fear and tolerate me'."

The teacher said, examining the listless students: "Let's take an example, the eldest disciple of the former Ming Sect Sect Master, Ninth Stage, strong enough, right?"

The students immediately became interested.

The teacher couldn't help but smile, smiling a bit helplessly, shaking his head and saying: "You all..."

"Teacher, tell us quickly."

"This person was once a figure of outstanding talent, famous both at home and abroad, the number one person in the Ming Sect, regarded by many as the next Ming Sect Sect Master, and even very likely to be placed on the God Altar after death, becoming the next Martial God; he could be called ridiculously strong. But now, perhaps few people have heard of him, because his information was destroyed by the Ming Sect many years ago." The teacher paused, "It is because his heart was not upright, he was too obsessed with power, and despised the world and the weak; at that time he had already stepped into the Ninth Stage, but he was still expelled from the Ming Sect, and his whereabouts remain unknown to this day."

"Teacher! Tell us in more detail!"

"Teacher!" Chen Shu also shouted, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, "When did that happen? Is he still around now?"

Because he was sitting in the first row, his question was quickly noticed by the teacher.

This teacher, whose age could not be determined, thought for a moment: "It should have been more than a hundred years ago; at that time he was not yet two hundred years old, which was very impressive. With the lifespan of the Ninth Stage, if there were no accidents later, he should still be alive now, a figure of the same generation as the current Spirit Sect Sect Master and the Sword Sect Sword Master."

"I see..."

Chen Shu sat in his seat and fell into deep thought.

Having flipped through the Great Yi Divine History before, the most recent deity to step onto the God Altar was the Martial God, who became a god less than a hundred years ago.

But this Martial God did not come from the Ming Sect, but from the Barbarians of the great nation in Beizhou—the Beizhou Barbarians had been separated from the Martial God for three thousand years and finally gave birth to one again. And the Martial Gods of the previous three thousand years, like the successive Sword Gods of the Sword Sect, had been monopolized by the Ming Sect, the representative sect of Dayi Martial Cultivators.

Feels like there's a story there.

Chen Shu decided to go to the Spirit Sect next time to look for records of this big shot.

This generation of the Ming Sect doesn't seem to have produced any genius disciples as awesome as Zhang Suannai, Tong Deng, or Xuanzhen; could it be because there is no Martial God to protect them?

Chen Shu pondered boredly.

The course schedule on the Jasmine Course Schedule has been updated.

The courses for this semester have changed a bit; it seems that the total amount of courses has decreased a lot, but they have to be filled with elective courses, so it's not necessarily less.

Chen Shu asked Teacher Fu Jia and changed "Primary Cultivation and Principles (3)" on the schedule to "Intermediate Cultivation and Principles (3)"; the time and place of the class naturally changed accordingly. Fortunately, the selection of elective courses had not yet begun, and there were many blanks on the schedule, so he had quite a lot of room for adjustment.

After class, Chen Banxia sent a message.

The potion is ready.

Chen Shu went out, scanned a bicycle, and sped all the way to Chen Banxia's place, picked up three potions, and made an appointment with Yan Keling to trade at the school cafeteria.

"Check it."

Chen Shu handed over the three potions; the light red potion looked very high-end at a glance.

Yan Keling bought all three in one go, which is not surprising; few people succeed in promotion above the Intermediate Stage in one attempt. If one wants to succeed in one attempt, one must spend a lot of energy and time to pave the way before the promotion and charge many times by oneself; by comparison, it is better to use a potion to test the waters first. And Yan Keling clearly also has an understanding of her own personal situation and can roughly infer how many times she needs to charge.

Besides, Chen Shu's potions are indeed at a cabbage price.

"Thank you, Senior Brother, I will transfer the money to you."

"Check it."

"No need, no need, I can't check it either, I'll only know after drinking it..." Yan Keling revealed a sweet smile, "I trust Senior Brother!"

"As you wish."

"Transferred, Senior Brother, please check."

"Then I trust you too."

"Then..."

"Goodbye, let's cooperate again if there is a chance in the future."

"Okay."

Yan Keling couldn't help but bow deeply to him again, not knowing where she learned the bowing spirit, her voice sweet: "Thank you, Senior Brother, thank you so much! Whether the promotion is successful or not, I will treat you to a meal later!"

"No need."

"No, no! Must!"

"Emmm..." Chen Shu pondered for a moment, "My girlfriend who I haven't started dating yet is quite petty."

"Okay."

"Good luck with your cultivation."

"Mm!"

"Smooth promotion."

"Mm!"

Chen Shu waved his hand and left, simultaneously taking out his Mobile Phone, opening the electronic bank, and transferring 1.5 million to Chen Banxia.

Refuse to accept?

Chen Shu shook his head; if they didn't want it, so be it.

Forced to earn a sum of money.

……

After three days of classes, Brother Meng finally returned to the Dormitory.

Having not seen him for the whole summer vacation, Brother Meng had become listless, which actually surprised Chen Shu quite a bit.

Although the usual Brother Meng was not as spirited and full of vitality as Zhang Suannai at every moment, he was still incredibly flashy, always self-important, and always felt as if he were the protagonist of this world, rarely appearing dejected.

But before Chen Shu could ask, it was Meng Chunqiu who saw Chen Shu's appearance first and asked in Surprise:

"Brother Chen, why did you cut your hair?"

"It was too long."

"That's cutting it too short."

"The weather is too hot; it's cooler when it's short." Chen Shu raised an eyebrow at him and even smoothed his hair, "How is it? Isn't it handsome?"

"Forgive my bluntness, it's much uglier than before."

"You don't know a damn thing..." Chen Shu rolled his eyes; he shouldn't have asked him, "This is called masculine. Long hair is too effeminate; what does that look like?"

"Flowing long hair is true beauty," Meng Chunqiu sighed, appearing too lazy to argue with him.

"Does Brother Meng have worries?"

"Just a bit tired, that's all."

"What's wrong?" Chen Shu put on the look of someone listening to gossip, "Tell me, tell me!"

"It's not easy to say."

"Could it be that your family couldn't stand it anymore and gave you a beating?"

"It hasn't reached that point."

"Then what is it?"

"Sigh, there's nothing really hard to say; you'll probably see it in the news soon anyway." Meng Chunqiu hesitated repeatedly, "The Imperial Ancestor already has obvious symptoms of Spirit Decay, and we juniors have been accompanying him these days."

"Ah?"

"Hm?"

Chen Shu and Jiang Lai were both very surprised.

If this were true, it would be big news.

Chen Shu's impression of the Yi Emperor was still stuck on the Blue Flower Festival from half a year ago, and the time before that was the news of his visit to Yunlai, where the Yunlai officials knelt in worship; at that time, he was still one of the most powerful and highest-status people on this planet, so it was unexpected that he would have obvious symptoms of Spirit Decay so soon.

After Spirit Decay comes pain and death.

At the same time, according to custom, the Emperor will abdicate upon Spirit Decay.

This news is truly massive.

The change of a monarch in the most powerful country on this planet will spread to every corner of the world. The next monarch is his grandson; if things go smoothly, this new monarch's reign will be longer than a normal emperor's, but if not, it's hard to say—for instance, this crown prince doesn't seem to have reached the Ninth Stage yet; at the very least, he should reach the Ninth Stage normally during his tenure.

"No need to be too surprised; hasn't the international community long anticipated this?" Meng Chunqiu waved his hand, "It's merely a matter of time."

"That's true."

"Brother Chen, Brother Jiang, will you accompany me to the class monitor's place to pick up some books?" Meng Chunqiu said.

"Don't you have a Storage Artifact?"

"No, they said I'm not worthy." Meng Chunqiu was very frank, "It's not that I can't carry them because they're heavy; it's mainly that going alone is too boring. Let's go, you have nothing to do in the Dormitory anyway, just consider it a walk for fun."

"Fine."

The trio teamed up and went out.

There was no sun outside today; the sky was a leaden gray, the wind wantonly blowing the clouds into different shapes, and a few dark clouds were gathering overhead.

It's the end of July; autumn should be arriving.

Chen Shu had already sensed the information in the air; perhaps tonight, or at the latest tomorrow, this rain would fall, and Yujing would cool down accordingly.

In fact, it was already quite cool now; without the scorching sun, the wind on the road was unusually wild, occasionally blowing up scraps of paper and plastic bags from who knows where to fly chaotically in the sky, and the dust on the ground was whipped into vortices, like mini-tornadoes.

Chen Shu's Mobile Phone rang.

Qingqing: Come to the small courtyard this weekend.

Chen Shu typed while walking.

Chen Shu: What do you want to eat?

Qingqing: Fish-flavored Dumplings.

Qingqing: Sour and spicy chicken giblet noodles.

Qingqing: Cold-tossed crucian carp with lemon and millet chili.

Chen Shu: I knew it.

Chen Shu: I'm just a cook.

Chen Shu: /complex expression

Qingqing: I am about to start a new round of cultivation.

Qingqing: Giving you a chance to guard me.

Chen Shu: What kind of cultivation?

Qingqing: You'll know when you come.

Chen Shu: Can you not move?

Qingqing: My true body cannot.

Chen Shu: /look full of deep meaning

Chen Shu was already imagining in his heart how to take revenge on her, feeling for once that his imagination was insufficient; in such a long time as a few seconds, only a few hundred different thoughts had popped into his head, which was far too few.

At this moment, the Mobile Phone rang again.

Chen Shu hurriedly lowered his head—

Qingqing: The wind has picked up.

Chen Shu: Yeah.

Qingqing: Autumn has arrived.

Chen Shu: What's wrong?

Qingqing: 【Video】

Qingqing: The wind downstairs at the Dormitory.

Chen Shu finished watching the video, looked left and right, and also raised his Mobile Phone to film a segment.

Chen Shu: 【Video】

Chen Shu: The wind at our school.