Why is a Female Cultivator Sitting at the Table?

【Haha! Gu Chengming, we did it!】

Baihaiming was so thrilled it even forgot to address him as 'Emperor,' which showed just how ecstatic it truly was.

Gu Chengming's attention, however, was immediately drawn to the newly appeared CG titled 'The Way Carved for You.'

To be fair, the CG's visuals were a bit too cool to actually be Baihaiming.

And the content of the CG read:

【Baihaiming CG / The Way Carved for You: The upper limit of Baihaiming's favorability is no longer restricted and will now accumulate infinitely. Increases in favorability will be directly converted into a proportional bonus to physical strength, ignoring realm bottlenecks and physical limits.】

Gu Chengming could barely keep a straight face as he read it.

Old Bai, are you actually a growth-type protagonist?

【Baihaiming is feeling quite smug.】

【Emperor Gu, well? It told you it was a top-tier cultivation method.】

Gu Chengming immediately launched into a sequence of praises about 'Emperor Bai sweeping through the ages,' coaxing Baihaiming until it didn't know which way was up.

After humoring Baihaiming, Gu Chengming settled his mind.

He was actually somewhat worried that the Huiyuan Sword Art might start overthinking things once it learned about the effects of Baihaiming's new CG.

Just as he was preparing to offer some reassurance, several lines of text popped up before he could say a word.

【The Huiyuan Sword Art is a bit concerned, but it then remembers how you redeemed it in the same way back then.】

【There is nothing it can do for you, so it can only support you in silence.】

【The Huiyuan Sword Art feels a long-lost sense of urgency, but more than that, it feels a flicker of hope.】

【Ultimately, it has no way to accompany you forever on its current path, but since Baihaiming can do it, perhaps it can find a way of its own?】

Seeing the inner thoughts of the Huiyuan Sword Art, Gu Chengming couldn't help but blink in surprise.

He had to admit, the Huiyuan Sword Art's mindset was much better than before, but what caught his interest was that last sentence.

In an idealistic system like this, such a description was almost certainly a hint that there was 'a chance.'

After comforting the Huiyuan Sword Art with a few words, Gu Chengming finally withdrew his focus and turned his attention back to his own body.

That earlier struggle, while fraught with danger—even reaching a point where his blood and bones nearly shattered and his meridians flowed in reverse—had been worth it.

If he hadn't managed to keep his mind clear at the critical moment and used Pei Ming's theories from the 《Records of Daqian Miscellaneous Affairs》 to force his frequency to align, he would likely be a pile of mush by now.

But high risk often came with high rewards.

He inspected his Dantian and was momentarily stunned.

The spiritual energy vortex that originally occupied his sea of Qi had expanded significantly and had become much more condensed and pure.

He had originally been just a step away from the First Realm, Seventh Level, and had planned to let the breakthrough happen naturally in a few days. However, after the baptism of the 'Voice of the Great Dao,' a massive amount of worldly power had flooded into him, pushing him directly to the first Realm, Eighth Level.

Breaking through two levels in a row would have made anyone else ecstatic.

But Gu Chengming felt a hint of helplessness.

The path of cultivation emphasized gradual progress and a solid foundation.

While this breakthrough was based on a qualitative change in his physical body and seemed perfectly natural, in reality, his 'cultivation art' could no longer keep up.

This problem hadn't been obvious in the early and middle stages of the first realm.

But as his realm rose, the total volume and flow speed of his spiritual energy grew exponentially. That basic, entry-level Qi-gathering method was clearly starting to struggle, making it difficult to manage the surging spiritual energy of the first Realm, Eighth Level.

Gu Chengming could clearly feel that the flow of spiritual energy in his body was somewhat 'labored.' If not for the day-and-night assistance of the 《Huiyuan Sword Art》 and 《Baihaiming》 in guiding it, his spiritual energy would likely be in total chaos by now.

Putting his thoughts aside, Gu Chengming looked around the quiet courtyard.

Although the 'shattering and golden reconstruction' scene from earlier was terrifying, this was the edge of the Outer Sect where few people came. It shouldn't have attracted too much attention.

Just as that thought crossed his mind.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

A series of rapid and heavy knocks echoed from outside the courtyard.

Gu Chengming's heart skipped a beat. Before he could even get up to open the door, it was pushed wide open.

The newcomer wore the robes of an elder, and traces of spiritual energy still lingered around him, clearly indicating he had rushed there at high speed. It was Liu Enchuan.

At this moment, Liu Enchuan showed none of his usual composure, looking instead quite anxious and suspicious.

The moment he entered, his gaze locked onto Gu Chengming, and his spiritual sense swept over him without restraint.

He had been handling official business at the back mountain when he suddenly sensed a very subtle but profound fluctuation of heaven and earth coming from the direction of these remote Outer Sect quarters.

This kind of disturbance was something even a second realm cultivator might not be able to produce, let alone a disciple of the first realm.

Seeing Gu Chengming standing in the yard perfectly fine, Liu Enchuan relaxed slightly and let out a long sigh of relief.

But he quickly realized something and began scanning Gu Chengming up and down, asking in a stern tone:

"What happened just now?"

Gu Chengming knew he couldn't hide it, so he could only cup his hands and say:

"Reporting to Elder, I was just practicing."

"Practicing?"

Liu Enchuan's expression turned odd. He had intended to ask what exactly Gu Chengming was practicing, but after sensing him more closely, he spoke in shock:

"When did you break through to the first Realm, Eighth Level?"

He remembered clearly that just a few days ago, when the boy went to visit Jiang Lu, he was still at the First Realm, Sixth Level!

It had only been a few days!

Gu Chengming had already prepared his story, explaining with a mix of truth and fiction:

"Just now, while I was practicing that body-tempering art, I had a sudden epiphany. It felt as though I touched upon a certain opportunity. Not only did my physical body improve, but my accumulated spiritual energy also broke through the bottleneck as a result."

"Body-tempering art?"

Liu Enchuan's brow furrowed as he used his spiritual sense to investigate further. A moment later, he looked up in bewilderment:

"Form and Spirit Resonance? You drew the Voice of the Great Dao into your body?!"

There was only one way to achieve Form and Spirit Resonance in the first realm.

Seeing Liu Enchuan's reaction, Gu Chengming thought to himself that things were looking bad, and he forced himself to say:

"It was just a stroke of luck."

Upon hearing the confirmation, Liu Enchuan was struck with shock, followed immediately by lingering fear and anger.

"Nonsense! Absolute nonsense!"

Liu Enchuan pointed at Gu Chengming, his finger trembling:

"The Voice of the Great Dao... is that something a first realm disciple like you should be touching?!"

"That is the might of heaven and earth! One wrong move and your flesh and bones would have been torn apart, ending your path forever! Even second realm cultivators don't dare to try it lightly, yet you dared to practice it blindly on your own?!"

Though he was scolding, the concern in his voice was impossible to hide.

Gu Chengming kept his head down and took the lecture obediently without arguing.

After all, Elder Liu truly had his best interests at heart.

After venting his anger, Liu Enchuan looked at the disciple before him, who was not only unscathed but arguably reborn. His heart was filled with a mix of emotions.

He was angry, appreciative, and felt a sense of powerlessness, like the 'back waves of the Yangtze pushing the front waves.'

This kid's talent and guts were simply monstrous.

"Hoo..."

Liu Enchuan let out a long breath, forcing himself to calm down.

"Fine. Since you've succeeded, consider it your fortune."

He looked at Gu Chengming with a complex expression, his tone becoming serious:

"But you must remember, this happens only once! Let there be no next time! The path of cultivation requires courage and progress, but it requires one to be as cautious as if walking on thin ice even more."

"Aggressive gambles like today where you bet your life must never happen again!"

"I will keep your teachings in mind, Elder."

Liu Enchuan nodded and carefully checked Gu Chengming's physical condition once more. After confirming there were truly no hidden injuries, he finally felt at ease.

With his hands behind his back, he paced around the room twice, his thoughts inevitably drifting to his senior brother who was still acting like a hands-off manager.

Sigh, Senior Brother, oh Senior Brother... I told you to take a disciple long ago, yet you insisted on waiting until now.

Liu Enchuan grumbled inwardly.

With someone to guide him, he wouldn't act so recklessly. If something goes wrong in the future, you'll be the one to regret it!

Once his emotions settled, Liu Enchuan sat back down in the chair.

"Now that you've broken through, what are your plans for your next stage of cultivation?"

He looked at Gu Chengming and said meaningfully, "Though your cultivation is high now, your foundation is still shallow, and the heart art you're practicing seems unable to keep up with your progress."

"Your spiritual energy is thick but slightly unstable. If you don't switch to a high-tier heart art to organize it soon, I fear it will leave hidden problems."

Gu Chengming's heart skipped a beat; he had been looking for a chance to bring this up.

"Elder has a Wisdom Eye," Gu Chengming said, cupping his hands. "I have indeed been worried about this. To be honest, I was planning to seek out Elder Ren today to ask for advice regarding the choice of a heart art."

"Elder Ren?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Enchuan's hand holding the tea paused, and his expression became somewhat peculiar.

Gu Chengming's mention of Ren Wencai was partly because he truly wanted to ask for advice, as the Elder had been quite supportive and was very knowledgeable.

On the other hand, he also wanted to indirectly confirm the news he had seen in the 'Myriad Wonders Gathering.'

The report about Cloud Moon Sect's Elder Liu Changfeng being 'bagged and beaten' on the road—though there was no evidence, Gu Chengming's intuition told him it was linked to that seemingly immortal yet notoriously protective and vengeful Grand Elder.

"Cough."

Liu Enchuan gave a light cough, his gaze shifting as if hiding something.

He put down his teacup and didn't answer Gu Chengming directly, instead saying vaguely:

"Senior Brother Ren... has been quite busy lately."

"Busy?" Gu Chengming feigned confusion.

"Yes, the sect has some... external affairs that require his personal attention. So, you probably won't be able to see him for a few days."

"Give it three to five days. Once he's... finished with his business, you can go find him."

Seeing Elder Liu's demeanor, Gu Chengming was certain.

Fine, so he really did go to beat someone up with a club.

"Since Elder Ren has important matters to attend to, I shall not disturb him."

Liu Enchuan was relieved to have smoothed it over. He gave Gu Chengming a few more common pieces of advice like 'stabilize your realm' and 'don't be too hasty' before leaving with a worried look, hands behind his back.

After seeing off Liu Enchuan, the small courtyard returned to silence.

Gu Chengming sighed.

Since Elder Ren was 'too busy' to be seen, he could only go and ask Elder Yu.

The next day.

Gu Chengming packed a few things and set off for Yu Wenqiu's residence.

The bamboo forest remained serene, and the array sensed his presence, expertly opening a small path for him.

At this moment, Yu Wenqiu was reclining on her wisteria chair cushioned with soft padding.

The afternoon sunlight filtered through the bamboo leaves, dappling her profile. She looked less cold than usual, possessing more of a tranquil, scholarly air—who knew how long she had been striking that pose.

Yu Wenqiu's hand turning a book paused. She looked up, about to say something, but then she sensed him closely.

first Realm, Eighth Level.

And his physical body was harmonious, his blood essence as dense as mercury.

Yu Wenqiu slammed the jade slip onto the table with a 'crack.'

First came astonishment, followed by a flicker of shock in her beautiful eyes, which then rapidly transformed into annoyance.

Her previous words, while carrying an elder's guidance, were mostly meant as a warning to make the boy back off, to stop him from wasting his life on the 《Baihaiming》 technique.

That so-called 'Inducing Heaven and Earth's Rhythm' was universally considered a dead end.

She thought Gu Chengming was a smart person who could take a hint and would turn back after hitting a few walls.

But who would have thought that instead of turning back, the boy had charged straight through the wall!

He actually tried it? And from the look of it, he had actually succeeded?

This was absolute madness! Did he not understand the risks involved?

One slip-up and he would have ended up with shattered meridians, becoming a cripple!

Yu Wenqiu felt a surge of lingering fear. If this kid had truly ruined himself, how much guilt would she have felt?

But seeing Gu Chengming's vibrant, even improved state, the scolding at the tip of her tongue was forced back down.

Scold him? He had succeeded.

Praise him? She was afraid he would become even more reckless in the future.

This mixture of worry and helplessness made Yu Wenqiu's chest feel tight.

In the end, a thousand words turned into a single helpless sigh. She comforted herself inwardly, Forget it, forget it. As long as he's fine, nothing else matters.

Seeing that Elder Yu had the same attitude as Elder Liu, Gu Chengming spent a good while soothing her before finally stating the purpose of his visit.

Yu Wenqiu sighed and said, "Your current situation is indeed quite special."

"Your physical body is far stronger than your peers, your spiritual energy is thick but slightly disorganized, and you seem to be practicing several different paths of techniques... sword intent, body tempering, and even a soul-related method?"

As a deacon of the Cangjian Pavilion who had read extensively, her eyes were naturally sharp. Although she didn't know Gu Chengming's specific technique loadout, she could guess the general outline from his aura.

"If you were an ordinary disciple, I could recommend the 《Purple Cloud Art》 or the 《Taiyi Water-Birthing Manual》. Those are top choices for being balanced and stabilizing one's foundation."

Yu Wenqiu shook her head:

"But for you, those are too narrow."

"Your path is too wild and disorganized. If you choose a heart art with too distinct an attribute, it will limit the performance of your other techniques and might even cause conflict."

At this, she looked at Gu Chengming:

"Do you have any thoughts yourself?"

Gu Chengming thought for a moment and stated his requirement:

"I hope to find a heart art with high compatibility and good organizational capabilities."

"Ideally something of the 'all-encompassing' type. As for its speed in aiding cultivation or its ability to organize meridians and correct deviations, those don't need to be particularly strong."

"You don't need help with organization? Only compatibility and coordination?" Yu Wenqiu's eyebrows twitched as she gave him a surprised look.

That was a strange request. She closed her eyes, and the vast catalog of scriptures in the repository flashed through her mind at high speed.

A moment later, she snapped her eyes open, a spark of light flashing within them.

"I have it."

Yu Wenqiu sat up straight:

"There is a heart art that might be exactly what you want."

"It is called the 《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》."

"Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art?"

"Correct."

Yu Wenqiu explained slowly, "This heart art did not originate from our Wenjian Sect, but rather from the... Imperial Academy of the Daqian Dynasty."

"Daqian governs with Confucianism, emphasizing rites, music, and the harmony between heaven and man. This 《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》 is the foundation-building manual of their Confucian lineage."

"It doesn't cultivate the five elements, nor does it refine Yin and Yang. It cultivates 'Rectitude' and seeks 'Harmony.'"

"The greatest characteristic of this art is its balance, grandeur, and inclusiveness. It views the human body as a world and various techniques and spiritual energies as the myriad things within that world. It doesn't force a change in the nature of these things, but rather establishes an order so that everything within the body rests in its proper place and fulfills its role without interference, even complementing each other."

"It is like... the Imperial Court governing the world," Yu Wenqiu used an analogy. "It doesn't care if you're a sword cultivator or a body cultivator; as long as you are within the framework of this 'Court' and follow its 'Rites,' it can accommodate and coordinate you."

"As for the fine-tuning you mentioned..."

Yu Wenqiu smiled. "This art emphasizes 'governing through non-action.' Once the major framework is set, it doesn't really interfere with the remaining details, which fits your requirement perfectly."

Establishing order, assigning proper places, governing through non-action.

Gu Chengming's eyes lit up as he heard this, and his mind was set.

"Thank you for the guidance, Elder! This heart art is exactly what I need."

"Wait before you thank me."

Yu Wenqiu waved her hand, pouring cold water on him. "As good as this art is, it has a drawback. It is extremely difficult to master and is quite tedious. It requires studying a massive amount of Confucian classics and grasping the concepts of 'Rites' and 'Order' before one can even begin."

"Furthermore, this art is considered extremely niche within our sect. Very few people practice it, so there are very few related notes or insights available."

She looked at Gu Chengming and advised him seriously, "I suggest you go to the first floor of the Scripture Repository first. There are detailed introductions and some fragments of this art there. Study them first to see if you're truly compatible before making a decision."

"Remember, a heart art is the foundation of cultivation. Once chosen, it's as difficult as climbing to heaven to change it. Don't be as reckless this time as you were before."

"I understand. Your golden words will be kept in my heart, Elder."

Seeing that he had listened, Yu Wenqiu nodded in satisfaction and waved him away.

"Go on then."

Gu Chengming thanked her again.

Leaving Yu Wenqiu, Gu Chengming headed straight for the Scripture Repository, carrying the jade slip containing the clues for the 《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》.

The Wenjian Sect's Scripture Repository had nine floors, standing tall and majestic.

Although the first floor was open to Outer Sect disciples and mostly contained basic texts and miscellaneous notes, even during the day, the hall was lit by everlasting shark-oil lamps. Disciples coming and going were all focused, their footsteps light.

According to Elder Yu, though this art was niche, there should be fragments or summaries on the first floor, enough for him to judge if it fit his complex and chaotic cultivation path.

Just as he was about to head toward the corner where miscellaneous texts were kept, a series of faint sounds suddenly came from the front desk.

The atmosphere at the counter not far ahead was somewhat oppressive.

Gu Chengming looked over.

A tall male disciple was standing at the counter.

He wore the deep black robes of an Inner Sect disciple and carried a long sword case on his back. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, and his mere presence was like an immovable iron tower, blocking the light behind the counter completely.

Opposite him, the Outer Sect female disciple responsible for reception was shrinking back, her face pale. Her hands gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her eyes filled with terror.

"S-Senior... the book you mentioned... it really... it's really been borrowed..." The girl's voice was as quiet as a mosquito's, trembling visibly.

The black-robed disciple's brow furrowed slightly.

"Borrowed? When will it be returned?"

"That... I don't know..." The girl looked like she was about to cry.

The black-robed disciple fell silent for a moment, his eyes lingering on the girl's face for a second.

"Forget it."

He shook his head and turned to leave.

It wasn't until the black-robed disciple's silhouette disappeared around the corner that the girl let out a long breath of relief.

She slumped into her chair, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

Gu Chengming withdrew his gaze, inwardly clicking his tongue.

second realm.

And it wasn't the unstable aura of someone who had just entered the second realm. That extremely refined spiritual pressure suggested he was a top-tier figure even among the Inner Sect.

However, the baleful aura on this man was a bit too heavy. Though there was no killing intent, it made one instinctively want to stay away.

Shaking his head, Gu Chengming stopped thinking about it and was about to move when he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

A gaze that felt almost physical landed on him from somewhere.

Gu Chengming instinctively turned around and saw the black-robed senior from earlier.

He hadn't gone far but had stopped by a bookshelf nearby.

Gu Chengming's heart skipped a beat, and before he could react, the black-robed senior had already stepped forward, walking straight toward him.

His steps were steady and powerful. The oppressive feeling coming at him made the other disciples who were browsing books nearby scatter instantly, fearing they might get caught in something.

Gu Chengming stood his ground, not backing away, but he secretly circulated his spiritual energy, preparing for any sudden situation.

He felt the newcomer might have ill intentions.

Have I been too high-profile lately and attracted the attention of some Inner Sect factions?

Just as countless conspiracy theories flashed through Gu Chengming's mind, the black-robed senior came to a halt three feet away from him.

At this close range, the fierce aura was even more overwhelming.

However, in the next moment.

The man bowed slightly, cupped his hands, and gave Gu Chengming an extremely standard greeting for fellow disciples.

"This Junior Brother."

His voice was still deep, but his tone was unexpectedly... friendly? Even carrying a hint of cautious politeness.

Gu Chengming was stunned and felt a wave of relief.

"Yes."

Gu Chengming returned the gesture. Although he was still confused, he didn't show it on his face, responding warmly:

"How may I help you, Senior?"

"I wouldn't dare offer guidance."

The black-robed senior straightened up. On that sharply defined, somewhat rugged face, he managed to squeeze out a slightly stiff smile. It seemed he wanted to show goodwill, but with his baleful aura, it only made him look more terrifying.

"I am Lu Che, a disciple of the Inner Sect's Guizang Gate. Just now, I saw that you have an extraordinary air about you. Although you wear the robes of the Outer Sect, you have the grace of a dragon or phoenix, so I took the liberty of approaching you."

Guizang Gate?

Gu Chengming searched his memory; he remembered Jiang Lu mentioning it... the impression was quite deep.

It was said that the Guizang Gate was full of sword maniacs, a place even more untouchable than Daoning Gate.

"So it is Senior Lu," Gu Chengming said, cupping his hands. "I am Gu Chengming."

"Gu Chengming..."

Lu Che repeated the name in a low voice:

"A good name. Junior Brother Gu, to be honest, I have been lingering here for a long time today because I have a difficult problem I wish to resolve. Just now, I saw your face... cough, your face looked promising, and I had an intuition that perhaps you could help me in my hour of need."

Gu Chengming grew more confused.

A 'promising' face? What kind of reason was that?

And looking at this senior's cultivation, he was already a powerhouse of the second realm with a high status in the sect. If he had problems with cultivation, he could simply ask an elder. Why come to an Outer Sect disciple like him?

Could it be because he had been famous lately and the senior wanted to test him?

"You flatter me, Senior," Gu Chengming said cautiously.

"I have low cultivation and shallow knowledge; I'm afraid I cannot take on such a responsibility. May I ask what is troubling you? If it is within my power, I will do my best."

Upon hearing this, Lu Che looked around. Seeing no one nearby, he took a deep breath, as if making a monumental decision.

He stepped forward half a pace, leaning in close. His eyes darted around, and he whispered in an extremely low voice:

"About that... Junior Brother Gu. Could you teach me..."

"How to become Dao companions with a female cultivator?"

"..."

Gu Chengming: "?"

He chose his words carefully and said:

"The sect does not forbid disciples from becoming Dao companions. With your cultivation and status, Senior, if you have feelings for a sister or junior sister, you only need to show your heart. Why ask me?"

In the world of cultivation, strength was the greatest capital.

A second realm Inner Sect disciple only needed to drop a hint, and countless female cultivators would be willing to become his companion.

Lu Che let out a long sigh:

"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that my technique limits me. I simply cannot find the way."

"Technique limits you?" Gu Chengming was even more puzzled.

Lu Che's eyes were complex as he explained:

"The sword art I practice is called the 《Passionate Sword Art》."

"This sword art emphasizes entering the Dao through emotions. One must experience the myriad emotions of the red dust, going through love, hate, and sorrow, before the sword intent can be polished to perfection."

"I see," Gu Chengming realized.

He can play galgames and raise his realm at the same time? Isn't he the same type of player as me?

At this point, Lu Che sighed again and spoke of his difficulties:

"I have practiced hard in the mountains since I was a child. Besides the sword in my hand, I only had a few storybooks for company."

"Previously, to master the basics of this sword art, I tried to form a mental connection with the women in those storybooks."

"A mental connection?" Gu Chengming's eye twitched.

"Correct," Lu Che said with a serious face. "I projected myself as the protagonist of the stories, falling in love and experiencing romance with those talented ladies, heroines, and enchantresses in the books to feel their joys and sorrows. Through that, I managed to reach the minor completion of my sword art."

As he spoke, as if to prove his words, he flicked his wrist, and a sheathed longsword appeared in his hand.

"Junior Brother, look. This is my sword, Pitying Flower."

Gu Chengming looked closely and nearly lost his composure.

The scabbard itself was made of top-quality mysterious iron.

However, on this scabbard, there were extremely detailed and colorful paintings of various twin-tailed tsundere girls, cold and elegant immortals in white, and enchantresses with fox ears.

Holy crap, an otaku sword.

Gu Chengming felt a surge of respect in his heart. "Since you have such a wonderful method, Senior, why now..."

"Sigh, I've hit a bottleneck."

Lu Che stroked the girl patterns on the scabbard, his eyes filled with sorrow:

"Knowledge gained from books always feels shallow. As my cultivation increased, I found that those imagined emotions were ultimately illusory, lacking that true touch and karmic connection. My sword intent is stuck at the peak of the first realm and has failed to break through for a long time."

"My master warned me that if I want to reach grand completion, I must enter the world, experience the true red dust, and become Dao companions with a living person to complete the final piece of the puzzle."

"So, I ended my seclusion."

Lu Che looked up, his eyes full of defeat:

"But it's too hard."

"I tried talking to several junior sisters, but for some reason, the moment they see me, they act as if they've seen a ghost and run away. Even when I try my best to smile, they only get more scared. Some even pulled out defensive treasures immediately..."

Gu Chengming looked at Lu Che's face, which practically screamed 'Keep away or die,' and felt speechless.

Senior, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about your own image?

"I understand."

Gu Chengming nodded, but he still had one question:

"But... Senior Lu, why did you specifically come to me?"

Although he had been famous lately, it was because he could fight, not because he was good with women.

Upon hearing this, Lu Che looked Gu Chengming up and down, his gaze becoming exceptionally firm and sincere.

"Because of my intuition."

"Intuition?"

"Correct."

Lu Che said solemnly, "The moment I saw you walk in just now, I felt your extraordinary air. That composure, that calm... and a sort of aura of a wanderer who, despite being alone, seems to have seen it all and walked through ten thousand flowers without a single leaf sticking to him! It was too strong!"

"My judgment of people has never been wrong. Junior Brother, you... you just look like someone who has many Dao companions!"

"Especially those eyes; they must have experienced many emotional tribulations."

Gu Chengming: "..."

If you count galgames, then yeah, quite a lot.

"If you are unwilling to teach me, you would be looking down on me! I am willing to pay with sect contribution points or even spirit stones! I only ask that you pass on a thing or two about finding a Dao companion!"

Gu Chengming sighed in his heart.

Fine.

"Since you are so sincere, Senior..."

Gu Chengming summarized his past life's galgame strategy logic, such as 'analyzing character archetypes,' 'triggering events,' and 'high EQ options.'

"That is roughly how it works."

This set of theories sounded like a grand Dao to Lu Che, who listened with rapt attention and took notes feverishly.

He suddenly looked up and gave Gu Chengming a deep bow.

This bow was more solemn than any before. "Listening to you is better than ten years of study. You truly are a hidden, peerless wanderer! Please accept my bow!"

Why are you insulting me?! This is called being a Gal Master!

Though speechless, Gu Chengming helped him up and sighed:

"You flatter me, Senior. These are just some shallow insights from theoretical study."

"No! This is not just theory!"

Lu Che said seriously, "I have already realized the way. I'll go back and change my clothes, then I will go and put your theories into practice!"

With that, he tucked the small notebook full of notes into his robe.

"When the day comes that my sword dao reaches grand completion, I will surely prepare a generous gift and come to thank you again!"

After saying that, he summoned his 'ita-sword' and took his leave.

Watching Lu Che's retreating back, Gu Chengming thought that the cultivation world truly had everything.

But that Passionate Sword Art seemed quite suitable for a Gal Master?

Shaking his head, Gu Chengming put his thoughts away and walked back toward the first floor of the repository.

In a quiet corner of the first floor.

Gu Chengming held a copy of the fragments of the 《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》, his eyes moving slowly along the yellowed pages with his fingertip.

Just as Yu Wenqiu had said, this heart art didn't focus on accumulating spiritual energy, nor did it possess any earth-shattering destructive power.

Its core lay in 'Rectitude' and 'Order.'

The opening line was a general summary: "The body is like a kingdom, the heart is like the monarch, and Qi is like the people. When the monarch is righteous, the ministers are virtuous; when the ministers are virtuous, the people are at peace. When all things rest in their proper places and move according to the rites, the harmony between heaven and man is achieved, and the Great Dao is within reach."

Gu Chengming found it more brilliant the more he read.

The philosophy of this art was to treat the human body as a miniature imperial court.

It assigned corresponding 'official titles' and 'ranks' to the various powers, meridians, and acupoints within the practitioner's body.

The art itself didn't directly interfere with the operation of these powers but rather established a strict system of 'Rites' and 'Laws.'

For example, something like the 《Huiyuan Sword Art》, which focused on attack, would be classified as a 'Marshal' or 'Grand General' in charge of warfare, while the 《Baihaiming》, which strengthened the physical body, would be categorized under the 'Minister of Works.'

Gu Chengming thought this was indeed perfect for him, and he made up his mind.

However, he wasn't in a hurry to exchange for it.

According to the rules, it was best to report such a special cross-system heart art to one's own elders first, lest something go wrong during cultivation and no one was there to help.

And by his count, that 'busy' Grand Elder Ren should be finishing up soon.

Three days later, at the back mountain courtyard of Huiyuan Gate.

Gu Chengming stood outside the courtyard gate, straightened his clothes, and then respectfully knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Ren Wencai's voice came from within, and Gu Chengming pushed the door open.

Ren Wencai was sitting at a stone table, holding a volume of Daoist scriptures, seemingly studying it.

But his attire today was a bit strange.

His white hair, usually meticulously groomed, looked a bit messy today. The robes symbolizing his elder status actually had a tiny tear at the collar—though cleverly hidden with spiritual energy, Gu Chengming's current eyes could still spot it.

More importantly, although Ren Wencai's aura remained unfathomable, there was a trace of agitation that hadn't completely settled, like someone who had just engaged in intense exercise and was forcing down their heavy breathing.

Gu Chengming kept his eyes focused forward, pretending not to notice anything as he went up to salute:

"Disciple Gu Chengming pays respects to Elder Ren."

"Mhm."

Ren Wencai put down the scripture, his gaze scanning Gu Chengming before he nodded slightly:

"You've stabilized your realm well these past few days. It seems your foundation didn't become unstable due to the rapid breakthrough. Good, you haven't embarrassed this old man."

"Elder is too kind."

Gu Chengming didn't waste time with small talk and got straight to the point:

"I came today regarding the matter of a heart art. I feel that my current Qi-gathering method is no longer enough to support my cultivation. After searching the Scripture Repository for a long time, I have taken an interest in an art called the 《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》, and I've come to ask for your opinion."

"《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》?"

Upon hearing this, Ren Wencai's eyebrows arched, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He put down his book and leaned forward slightly, looking at Gu Chengming with surprise:

"This heart art originates from the Daqian Confucianists. It emphasizes balance and coordination; it truly is a rare and excellent foundation-building method. However, very few people in our sect take interest in it, partly because the requirements are high, and partly because it's too 'gentle,' which doesn't fit the temperament of us sword cultivators."

He paused there:

"However, considering you practice both body tempering and soul methods, this heart art is indeed the most suitable choice for you. It can stabilize your foundation and harmonize Yin and Yang, preventing the powers in your body from conflicting with each other."

Though Ren Wencai often seemed improper, his vision was truly sharp, seeing through the situation in an instant.

"But..."

"This heart art is hidden quite deep and isn't well-known. How did you find out about it? And who recommended it to you?"

Gu Chengming's heart tightened.

Here it came.

Yu Wenqiu's lazy face immediately appeared in his mind, along with Ren Wencai's previous warning to 'stay away from Elder Yu.'

If he told the truth and said Elder Yu recommended it, would Elder Ren reject the art out of some prejudice against her?

Or would he start nagging him again about not being 'corrupted'?

It was better to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Gu Chengming spoke without changing his expression: "Reporting to Elder, no one recommended it. While browsing miscellaneous books in the repository, I accidentally saw a brief mention of it in a travel log about Daqian cultivation and found it interesting, so I went looking for it. After reading carefully, I felt it fit my current situation perfectly, so I made up my mind."

"Oh? You found it yourself?"

Ren Wencai stared into his eyes for a good while. Seeing that Gu Chengming didn't seem to be lying, he finally withdrew his gaze.

"Mhm, if you found it yourself, it means you were indeed fated with this art."

He nodded, his tone gaining a bit more praise:

"To find a path that fits you among the vast ocean of scriptures, that vision and luck are also part of cultivation. Good, very good."

"Since you have made your decision, go ahead and practice it. Though the 《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》 is hard to start and requires studying Confucian classics to hone your 'Noble Spirit,' it shouldn't be a problem for someone with a firm dao heart like you."

"Thank you for your blessing, Elder." Gu Chengming felt relieved and bowed again.

With his business done, Gu Chengming didn't overstay. Seeing that Ren Wencai seemed a bit drained, he took his leave tactfully.

Once Gu Chengming's silhouette completely vanished at the end of the mountain path, the posturing Ren Wencai finally slumped.

"Hiss..."

He let out a sharp intake of breath:

"I haven't fought in centuries; I nearly tripped up in the gutter."

"But that old guy probably won't be able to cause trouble for at least ten years now, so it was a fair trade."

After leaving the back mountain, Gu Chengming went straight to the Scripture Repository.

With Elder Ren's approval, Gu Chengming used the third-floor token he had been awarded previously to exchange for the technique.

Back in his courtyard, Gu Chengming wasn't in a hurry to practice.

He first bathed, changed his clothes, and purified his hands with incense, adjusting himself to his best state.

The 《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》 was different from other techniques; it placed more emphasis on the harmony of one's state of mind and the understanding of 'Logic.'

According to Yu Wenqiu, entry required studying a large number of Confucian classics to grasp 'Rites' and 'Order.'

This was a massive hurdle for cultivators born and raised in this world.

After all, everyone had been exposed to cultivation theories like 'the strong eat the weak' and 'going against the heavens' from a young age. Suddenly asking them to learn things like 'restraining oneself and returning to the rites' or 'benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trust' was like playing a lute to a cow.

But for Gu Chengming... he had at least some understanding of the 《Analects》, 《Mencius》, 《Great Learning》, and 《Doctrine of the Mean》.

He also had a fair grasp of concepts like 'let the ruler be a ruler and the subject a subject' and 'cultivating oneself, regulating the family, governing the state, and bringing peace to the world.'

"I hope it works."

Gu Chengming opened the pages, and it wasn't as difficult to understand as he had imagined.

It truly was feasible.

As his understanding of the meanings deepened, a faint, balanced, and righteous aura began to grow quietly within him.

It wasn't spiritual energy, nor was it blood essence, but a mental power known as 'Noble Spirit.'

This power wasn't overbearing but was exceptionally resilient. Like a clear stream, it flowed through Gu Chengming's meridians. Wherever it passed, the originally agitated spiritual energy instantly became docile.

The 《Huiyuan Sword Art》, 《Baihaiming》, and even the 《Myriad Wonders Same Source Method》 and 《Flowing Cloud Following Moon》 within his body all had a subtle reaction the moment they felt this aura.

They weren't suppressed or rejected; instead, it was as if they had found a 'backbone.' They began to spontaneously draw closer to this aura, organizing themselves according to a set order.

"Buzz—"

A soft hum echoed in Gu Chengming's sea of consciousness.

There was no world-shaking phenomenon, nor was there any excruciating pain.

Everything was so natural, so perfectly smooth.

Originally scattered spiritual energy began to gather in his Dantian, building a new, more rigorous, and grander circulation system.

In this system, every bit of spiritual energy had its own place, and every technique had its own position.

Gu Chengming slowly opened his eyes, a look of clarity flashing within them.

He had succeeded.

This heart art, which Yu Wenqiu called 'extremely difficult to master,' had been learned in just one afternoon.

Damn, that was an easy start.

Gu Chengming was a bit surprised.

【《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》 has reached entry level.】

【Capture target selected: Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art】

【Current favorability: 5/Stranger】

Gu Chengming was quite delighted, and then he saw a dialogue box from this new target pop up.

【The Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art sends you its greetings.】

【It says: The gentleman devotes himself to the root, for once the root is established, the Way will grow. For you to keep your original heart in this chaotic world and find this righteous path is truly a great virtue.】

【It observes that your spiritual dwelling is full and your aura is magnificent. Though various techniques coexist within you, there is a sense of finding stillness within the noise, showing that even before you practiced its art, you already possessed its spirit.】

【Since this is our first meeting, it asks for your understanding if it has been impolite.】

【The path of cultivation is long; it wishes to encourage you to restrain yourself and return to the rites, to set things right, and together witness the ultimate Great Dao.】

Gu Chengming: "..."

He was stunned for a long while before snapping out of this 'extremely normal' style.

Polite, humble, gentle, and reasonable.

Is this what a Confucian heart art is like?

Gu Chengming tried to respond: "You flatter me. I've only just begun; I'll need much guidance in the future."

【The Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art gives a gentle smile: It wouldn't dare offer guidance; we shall simply learn from each other.】

【It scans the other 'colleagues' around it. Though their auras vary and some even carry obvious malice and arrogance, it doesn't show any disdain or hostility.】

【A gentleman remains harmonious even in disagreement.】

"Elder Yu spoke the truth," Gu Chengming thought to himself.

Though this heart art wasn't famous, its practicality was undeniable.

And its personality...

Gu Chengming looked at the sky, feeling somewhat moved.

Gentle, humble, and polite—this was the most normal start he'd had with any of his techniques so far.

Excellent!

After another few days, once he had completely stabilized the art.

Gu Chengming finally felt at ease and prepared to visit Elder Yu. Since he had accepted a favor, it was only right that he go and thank her in person.

Giving storybooks was 'official business'; a private thank-you gift was a separate matter.

"I can't afford any legendary treasures, but I can more than afford to treat her to a good meal."

Having made up his mind, Gu Chengming changed into clean green robes, tidied his appearance, and headed for the Cangjian Pavilion.

As expected, Yu Wenqiu wasn't on duty at the pavilion but was 'practicing in seclusion' at her bamboo cottage.

When Gu Chengming stated his intention to invite her to the 'Drunken Immortal Pavilion' down the mountain to try the newly released 'Full House Feast,' the eyes of the elder, who usually couldn't be bothered to move, lit up instantly.

"Drunken Immortal Pavilion?"

Yu Wenqiu put down her storybook and coughed modestly, though her eyes were already drifting toward the silk shawl hanging nearby:

"Cough... well, I have been fasting for many years; such worldly desires..."

She paused and changed her tune:

"However, to celebrate your success in cultivation, wouldn't it seem heartless if I didn't go?"

With that, her figure blurred, and in the blink of an eye, she had changed into casual clothes. The speed was so fast it left Gu Chengming stunned.

The two headed down the mountain and straight for the 'Drunken Immortal Pavilion' located in the most bustling part of the market city.

The Drunken Immortal Pavilion was a property of the Wenjian Sect, specifically for cultivators' entertainment. It was nine stories high, with carved beams and painted rafters, looking extremely luxurious.

Gu Chengming went all out this time, booking a private room on the top floor.

Opening the window offered a view of the lights of the entire market city, and with a bit of luck, one could even see the magnificent sight of the distant sea of clouds churning.

Yu Wenqiu stepped into the room, looked around, and nodded in satisfaction.

The table in this room was made of top-quality red sandalwood; it was a huge round table that could easily seat over ten people.

Yu Wenqiu leaned back lazily against the chair and even wanted to put her feet up, but considering a disciple was present, she forced herself to refrain. She merely adjusted to a comfortable position, resting her chin on one hand.

Gu Chengming sat down opposite Yu Wenqiu.

At this point, enthusiastic waitresses began to file in, carrying exquisite jade plates. One dish after another of spiritual food, perfect in color, aroma, and taste, was placed on the table.

"Steamed spirit-tail fish, braised scarlet-flame chicken, and this main dish..."

The aroma was mouth-watering, making one's appetite surge.

Yu Wenqiu picked up her chopsticks, her gaze lingering on the table full of delicacies. She was clearly eager to start.

"Xiao Gu, don't be formal; dig in," she greeted him cheerfully.

Gu Chengming was just about to pick up his chopsticks and respond with a few polite words.

However.

In that very moment, a line of text appeared before his eyes.

【The Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art is absolutely furious.】

【Why is a female cultivator allowed to sit at the table?】