Luck taken away? It doesn't matter, I quietly become a god

Chapter 437 Jixia Academy

The unaware Rong Shu returned to Zhanming Mountain and continued to Xianzhu Peak, asking Leng Mingjing to open a small piece of the seal and release the Nightmare Clan to practice with her.

During this period, Rong Shu only went down the mountain once and exchanged the remaining hundreds of thousands of points one by one according to the list of cultivation resources circled by Leng Mingjing.

Half a year passed in a flash.

On the day of school enrollment, Rong Shu took back the Four Seasons Rotating Pearl and took away all the spiritual herbs in the medicine field, including the roots and the soil.

After getting ready, Rong Shu brought the little white tiger to Xianzhu Peak.

Several senior brothers were waiting for her.

Rong Shu trotted over, his face filled with uncontrollable excitement: "Big Brother, Third Brother, Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother! It's time for me to go!"

"Practice well in the Jixia Academy, but don't be too hard. You need to combine work and rest." Leng Mingjing advised.

"Junior sister! Don't forget the 'promise' between us~" Xiao Zian reminded quietly.

Rong Shu nodded helplessly: "I know, Fourth Brother, I won't forget."

Hearing this, Wu Hua glanced at Xiao Zian in surprise, then turned to look at Rong Shu: "Junior Sister, I'll take you there."

The long-distance teleportation array between the Kamikaze Palace and Zhanming Mountain was built two months ago.

So every few days, Di Chuchen would come to the Killing Mountain.

Today, Di Chuchen also returned.

Inside the Stubborn Stone Peak, a beam of light belonging to the teleportation array shot up into the sky.

When he opened his eyes again, Rong Shu was already in the Kamikaze Palace.

Afterwards, Emperor Chuchen personally escorted Rong Shu and Wu Hua out of the palace.

When I set foot in the Kamikaze Capital again, it was still as prosperous as before, with not much changed.

In just a moment, Wu Hua escorted Rong Shu to the gate of the Jixia Academy.

"Junior sister, go ahead."

"If anything happens, please inform me at any time." Wu Hua stopped in front of the mountain gate.

Rong Shu nodded: "Brother, don't forget to help me give the Wutong Guqin to Second Senior Sister."

Rong Shu was so anxious.

She deliberately kept Lin Jingyue's gift and didn't give it away. Wasn't it also giving Wuhua an opportunity to visit the Lin family?

"...Okay, I will." Wu Hua said.

Under Wu Hua's gaze, Rong Shu walked into the Jixia Academy in front of him.

In front of the mountain gate, there are two gatekeeper spirit beasts, one on the left and one on the right. At this moment, one of them is lying on the stone platform boredly to bask in the sun, while the other one is standing proudly and majestically, scanning the people coming and going with its sharp eyes.

Rong Shu uttered a soft "Wow."

The little white tiger standing on her shoulder also followed her example and looked up at the gate-guarding beast.

"Little White Tiger, I can't tell the strength of the gatekeeper spirit beast, but I feel it is stronger than me. If you rely on the power of the beast's bloodline, can you defeat a gatekeeper spirit beast?" Rong Shu asked the little white tiger quietly.

The little white tiger's body had shrunk to the size of a watermelon, a furry ball. Its two claws were holding Rong Shu's neck, and from a distance, it looked like a snow-white scarf.

"I don't know..." The little white tiger glared at him, "We'll know only after the fight! My bloodline power hasn't been fully activated yet. If the bloodline of the gatekeeper spirit beast is not weak either, I might... not be sure."

It became.

She got it.

The little white tiger is very concerned about his reputation and keeps nagging a lot. To sum it up in three words, it can be said that he can't win.

Perhaps because the man and the tiger stayed there for too long, the gatekeeper spirit beast lowered its head and glanced over.

Rong Shu immediately shut up, hugged the little white tiger whose fur was about to explode, and slipped into the mountain gate without looking back.

"Whoo~"

The pure spiritual energy in the air made Rong Shu's pores all over his body relax a little unconsciously.

Looking up——

In the distance are mountains shrouded in clouds and mist.

Nearby is the rippling Ling Lake.

Pavilions and towers are built against the mountains and beside the water, with flying eaves and pointed corners, carved beams and painted buildings. The structure of each building is exquisite and detailed, and everywhere reveals the aesthetics of blending into the mountains and rivers. Far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, it seems like a fairyland.

"Give way! Give way!"

Before Rong Shu could appreciate it for long, a loud shout came from behind him.

The sound is like a bell, heavy and powerful.

Rong Shu turned around and saw a big man as strong as an iron tower. He was shirtless and carrying two huge wooden barrels filled with water on his shoulders. They were taller than him. He walked up the stone steps with a strange step, grunting as if he was walking on flat ground.

Rong Shu did not notice any fluctuations of spiritual energy from the big man. In the blink of an eye, the man disappeared from her sight.

"In the academy... are there still people who practice hard to cultivate their bodies?" Rong Shu was about to look away, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the path the big man had just walked on. It was as smooth as new, without even a trace of water stains left.

With the ability of physical cultivation, it is not difficult to move two buckets of water.

But the water in the bucket was about to overflow, but despite the intense running, not a drop leaked out. This is not something that an ordinary person can do.

"Boom-"

Accompanied by the sound of a bell.

Rong Shu looked up sideways.

I saw an ancient pavilion sitting halfway up the mountain in the distance.

There was an ancient bell in the pavilion. A fat monk was putting his hands together and banging his head against the bell.

"Boom-"

Again and again.

Tirelessly, over and over again.

Rong Shu couldn't hide his surprise: "...Can you ring the bell like this?"

Following the stone steps up, Rong Shu finally reached a corner and the view in front of him suddenly opened up.

On the square paved with green jade, shadows of people are visible.

Some students set up stalls carelessly, and put up a sign next to them that read "Divine Divination, Fifty Spirit Stones for One Hexagram".

When a fat boy with a greasy mouth passed by, the fortune-telling student would force the boy to read his palm.

The fat boy didn't care much. In his other hand, he was holding a roasted leg made from some unknown magical bird and was chewing it happily, with his cheeks bulging.

And on the eaves of the nearest three-story attic, a woman in green was hanging upside down.

Her long hair falls down, swaying gently in the wind.

The woman in green closed her eyes and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Below, some students were standing on the stone table, dancing and gesticulating at the air in front of them, mumbling something incomprehensible in some completely incomprehensible language, their expressions sometimes excited, sometimes confused, as they immersed themselves in their own world.

"Run ahead! The puppet is out of control! Ouch... Slow down! Slow down!"

A scream was heard, and Rong Shu subconsciously dodged to the side.

Whoosh!

It seemed like something ran past.

And from behind, a strangely shaped humanoid iron puppet, three meters tall, rushed over.

The puppet's eyes were glowing red, and its limbs were waving wildly, clearly out of control.

There were many people in the square, but the puppet was only chasing a disheveled girl. The girl ran while shouting at pedestrians to get out of the way, and the scene was in chaos.

While Rong Shu was stunned, he did not forget to hold the little white tiger and get away from the puppet's attack range as quickly as possible.

At the edge of a corner of the square, under an ancient tree with lavender spiritual flowers in bloom, a young man in white clothes hugged his knees with his hands, looking ahead with a distracted gaze, not knowing what he was thinking.

His head, shoulders, and arms were already covered with more than a dozen snow-white birds, with only their beaks tinged with gold.

These spirit birds were only the size of a palm, but they were very naughty, jumping around on the head of the young man in white.

Rong Shu just happened to run over here and saw this person by chance.

"Sorry to bother you..." Rong Shu stopped talking right after she said that. She stretched out her hand tentatively and waved it in front of the young man in white.

Nothing happens.

But Rong Shu could still sense the presence of a living person, so it wasn't a corpse.

The scenes before my eyes——

The one carrying water, the one ringing a bell, the one telling fortunes, the one hanging upside down, the one talking to himself, the one overeating, the one being chased by a puppet, the one being ridden on the head by a bird and having shit done to it...

It's really too bizarre.

This is... the Jixia Academy that gathers the top talents in all of Zhongzhou?

It was so... a million miles away from the solemn and dignified academy she had imagined, with strict rules and teachings of the Dao.