Chapter Twelve: Its Use Is Unfillable

s, while men find the desire to pursue them.The world is inherently not peaceful. The reason why Qin could have a peaceful landscape is naturally because it was powerful.In a well-governed country, th..."The Way is boundless, yet when used it is never full. Abyss! It resembles the root of all things. To refine its essence, to unravel its complexities, to harmonize its radiance, to unify it with dust. Vast! Resembling something that exists. I do not know whose offspring it is, resembling the ancestors of the Emperor."

The old Taoist priest's voice was very soft, yet it clearly echoed in the ears of everyone in the monastery hall. When he finished the last word, his eyebrows suddenly drooped down, as if he were about to fall asleep the next moment, looking like a frail old man at the end of his days.

Jiang Wang did not dare to neglect, following his senior brothers respectfully bowed, before getting up and leaving.

Don't look at this old man's unassuming appearance, he is actually the deputy dean of Fenglin City Daoist Academy, Song Qifang. To be more precise, before Dong Allai, he was the headmaster of Fenglin City Daoist Academy. He has been rooted in Fenglin City for decades. However, he is over eighty years old, and his cultivation has always been stuck at the seventh rank, unable to open the door to heaven. Therefore, he has long since lost his ambition and turned to burying himself in books, focusing on teaching and educating others. Hence, he is well-loved.

After Dong'a arrived, he didn't compete or fight for power. He fully cooperated, allowing Dong'a to smoothly take control of Fenglin City Academy. As a reward, Dong'a also gave him the utmost respect.

In all of Maplewood City, none held higher esteem and respect than Song Qifang.

Until she walked out of the Jingyuan gate, Jiang Wang's heart couldn't calm down. Instead, it was immersed in a profound feeling.

What is the Tao It is invisible and intangible, yet it is everywhere and infinite. How can we know it, understand it, and pursue it The more we pursue, understand, and recognize it, the more we feel our own ignorance and how small we are.

I can only sigh "Amazing!" How profound!

Ling He walked and recited, wishing he could chew on the words over and over. Zhao RuCheng, though not usually one to prioritize academics, seemed thoughtful. Only Du YeHu yawned incessantly, as if he had just woken up from a nap.

Each intake, the Inner Court selects ten disciples. In terms of basic breathing techniques alone, Du Yecho's progress was only behind Jiang Wang, who had already manifested his pulse outside his body. It has to be said that he is a prodigy. However, those so-called great Dao classics, he simply couldn't get into them. On the contrary, as soon as it came to spells and techniques, he immediately became energetic and lively.

The statement that the Inner Sect is the true Daoist academy is absolutely true.Back when I was in the Outer Sect, there were only simple martial arts teachings, and a senior brother from the Inner Sect would come to give us guidance every few weeks. But after entering the Inner Sect, we had lectures five days a week and Dharma lessons once every ten days. The former focused on studying scriptures, while the latter involved practicing techniques. Both were taught by experienced Daoists.Furthermore, if we encountered any difficulties in our cultivation, we could ask the senior masters for advice at any time. The martial arts that we had to contribute to acquire in the Outer Sect were also freely accessible to all Inner Sect disciples.

It's only for the inner disciples of the Daoist Academy that it lacks much appeal. It's not that martial arts are not strong, but in the entire Zhuang Kingdom cultivation world, Daoism practices are the mainstream. Although Fenglin City Daoist Academy has collected some martial techniques, they are only a transitional supplement during the outer disciple period and are naturally not very powerful. They are far inferior to the power of Taoism, so no one would go out of their way for them.

"Senior Brother Jiang, wait!" a voice rang out behind him.

Jiang Wang turned back and recognized him as Fang He Ling, who had been selected into the inner sect at the same time as him — the man came from the three prominent families of Fenglin City, and Fang Peng Ju was his cousin.

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To be honest, he wasn't qualified to be selected for the inner courtyard of Chengdao Institute. However, in every period of the inner courtyard selection, the three major surnames were required to occupy a quota. This has almost become an unspoken rule. Fang Pengju's selection was naturally justified. As for Fang Heiling, who knows what price the Fang family paid behind the scenes

This is very realistic. Although cultivation is an extraordinary path, in this world, as long as it's a path walked by humans, it will always be inseparable from complex relationships and will never be so pure. Even the Fenglin City Dao Institute can't be an exception.

"Anything" Jiang Wang asked faintly.

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“Oh, nothing much.” Fang He-ling wore a moon-white robe and bowed slightly, appearing quite graceful. “I just came to apologize for Fang Peng-ju’s wolfish ambition. He has been disowned by our family, and the Fang clan has no one as unrighteous as him.”

“He is him, and you are you. You don't need to apologize for him, his actions have nothing to do with you.”

After Jiang Wang finished speaking, he left. He really didn't have the mood to accompany this young master put on a show.

But Fang He-ling obviously felt insulted. After all, he was from one of the three most prominent families in Fenglin City. He personally apologized to Jiang Wang, someone with such a humble background, yet Jiang Wang didn't even show any gratitude, let alone a look of mutual respect and understanding How could he be so cold and indifferent

"What's the rush, Brother Jiang" Fang Huelin hurried a few steps, got in front of Jiang Wang and his group, and smiled: "Forgot to tell Brother Jiang, I just took the Opening Meridian Pill yesterday, and my Dao Pulse has already become visible."

He tried his best to hold back, but the pride was still palpable.

Then what Jiang Wang asked.

Fang Hualing was taken aback for a moment before saying, "In this internal selection of disciples, only our two have prematurely displayed their pulse outside the body. It's right that we should get closer."

Whether it's because he's young, despite the upbringing that taught him manners, his words and actions betray a sense of arrogance. He claims that only the two of us are the true heroes of the world.

He didn't really resent Fang Pengju for his death, in fact, Fang Pengju’s death was what gave him the opportunity he has now! If not for maintaining the prestige of the three major surnames, securing a spot for an inner courtyard student from Fenglin City Dao Institute, even with his father already being the next clan head of the Fang family, it would have been difficult to convince the family to spend such a large sum to buy the Kaimen Dan.

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That way, he would have to wait until next year to enter the inner sect, or perhaps not even then. After all, there are only ten spots available each year, and how many eyes in the entire Fenglin City are watching If his family has other more outstanding disciples than him, his father couldn't be too obvious. Fang Pengju reserving that spot beforehand was proof of this.

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“Oh.”

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Jiang Wang let out a soft exclamation and then, bypassing Fang Hèling, walked forward on her own.

He naturally knew that Fang Huerling was the heir apparent of the Fang family, the direct descendant of the three prominent surnames. He also knew that Fang Huerling had no intention of clashing with him at least for now, and perhaps even to maintain the reputation of the Fang family, he would call him brother and act amicably.

But why Why would someone as excellent as Fang Pengju be desperate for a Qi-Opening Pill, only to be denied it, leading him to become increasingly radical and impetuous And just days after his death, this Crane Plume was in his possession What exactly is this Crane Plume The others might not know, but couldn't his brothers figure it out

But if he had even a shred of potential, the Fang family wouldn't have let Fang Pengju rise to prominence!

Even if Fang Peng had betrayed his benefactor and met a tragic end in an instant, does this unknown playboy have the right to trample on him

Although ginger expected, he did not erupt on the spot; that was already quite restrained.

Ling He, Du Ye Hu and others didn't even glance at him from beginning to end.

A group of people walked away, leaving only Fang Huelin standing there. The smile on his face gradually stiffened.

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He didn't expect to be ignored.

After he swallowed the Qi-Opening Pill, and his Dao Pulse manifested externally in a single day, going straight to the inner gate, he was still ignored!

He recalled when he first entered the outer sect, encountering these influential figures of the outer sect outside the Daoist Academy. He was eager to approach them and greet his cousin's friends, making some acquaintances.

His cousin didn't even see him and walked away laughing with those people.

He never forgot the feeling of loss at that time, so as soon as he was done consolidating his meridians, he immediately came before Jiang Wang and the others.

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He didn't know if he wanted to prove anything, but at least, you people, had to look at me.

However, nothing.

Everything has changed, yet nothing seems to have changed.

"Jiang Wang!"

Fang Hèlíng shouted in his heart.

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