Chapter 59
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Chapter 59: Teaching in the Purple Palace
As the clock struck the hour of the Rabbit, Wang Chen awoke from his slumber.
Upon opening his eyes, he was greeted by the familiar dark gray rock ceiling.
After the calamity caused by the Misty Puppet had passed, Wang Chen had renovated his house and bought new furniture.
Now, he slept in a hidden chamber every night.
Though it was a bit of a hassle to go up and down, he slept soundly.
Leaving the hidden chamber, Wang Chen climbed back to his surface bedroom through the long tunnel.
He washed up, cooked, fed the chickens, ate his meal, and did his morning exercises…
Another day of quiet cultivation had begun.
However, after completing his training in the Five Element Technique, Wang Chen did not go to the spirit fields to weed as usual.
Instead, he stepped outside and hailed a passing Dragon Scale Horse carriage.
Before the hour of the Snake, he arrived at the outer sect Dharma Hall in Yunshan City.
Today was the day for lectures.
As an Outer Sect Disciple of the Yunyang Sect, Wang Chen could attend a lecture at the Dharma Hall for free once every month.
He listened to the teachings of the sect’s elders.
This was one of the important ways for low-level cultivators to acquire cultivation knowledge.
The original owner had never missed a lecture in five years, rain or shine, and Wang Chen was no exception.
To his surprise, the Dharma Hall was particularly lively today, and there was hardly any space left in the lecture hall that could accommodate over ten thousand people.
It was a scene of bustling voices, noisy and lively!
Arriving just in time, Wang Chen quickly found a free spot at the edge of a corner and took out his cushion to sit down.
“Brother, greetings!”
Out of curiosity, Wang Chen asked a cultivator sitting beside him, “Why are there so many people today?”
The outer sect Dharma Hall had a total of nine teaching elders who took turns to impart knowledge to the disciples.
Disciples could choose one elder to listen to based on their own cultivation progress.
Since everyone could only participate in one lecture each month, their schedules varied.
Therefore, it was rare for everyone to gather at the same time.
The cultivator was surprised: “You don’t know? Today, Master Changchun is here to teach us!”
Master of the Purple Palace?
Wang Chen couldn’t help but be astonished.
This was truly a rare occurrence.
The teaching elders at the outer sect Dharma Hall are mostly Qi Training cultivators at the ninth level or perfect mastery.
Their lifespans are already limited, and they have long lost the chance of breaking through to open a house.
But their experience in cultivation is still quite rich, easily guiding most of the Outer Sect Disciples.
On the other hand, the Purple Palace masters are usually in the inner sect, teaching the inner sect and true disciples.
Now, with a master coming to the outer sect to give a lecture, it’s like a professor from Tsinghua or Peking University visiting a second-tier college to teach students.
This is truly a dimensional strike!
It’s perfectly normal for so many people to come.
Wang Chen had no idea about this news beforehand; had he known, he would have rushed over early to secure a good spot.
As he spoke, even more cultivators flooded in.
They packed the Spirit Mountain Conference hall so tightly that there was hardly any standing room!
Dong—
The Dingyang Bell rang, signaling that the hour of the Snake had arrived.
A cultivator cloaked in a purple robe and wearing a tall crown floated onto the preaching platform.
A divine sense filled with an aura of authority instantaneously swept across the entire hall.
Suddenly, the venue fell silent; everyone became as quiet as a cicada in winter!
At this moment, two elegant attendants appeared, each carrying a cloud-patterned cushion, a purple sandalwood table, a calming incense burner, and a red clay tea kettle…
They served the high-crowned cultivator without acknowledging anyone around them, lighting incense and brewing tea while he took his seat.
Seated on the cushion, the high-crowned cultivator picked up a small silver mallet and struck the copper bell on the table.
Clang—
The clear sound of the bell instantly lifted everyone’s spirits!
The high-crowned cultivator’s expression was indifferent: “I am Changchun, and today I will teach the way of cultivation.”
His voice was not loud,
but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
Over ten thousand Qi Training disciples in the lecture hall didn’t dare to breathe a word.
Changchun glanced around and spoke profound truths: “In ancient times, sages governed the world through Yin and Yang; that which is form arises from the formless…”
One cannot help but say that the gap in level between the Purple Palace masters and Qi Training cultivators is indeed vast as the difference between clouds and mud.
Wang Chen had previously understood the teachings of the elders in the Dharma Hall, but as soon as this Purple Palace master began to speak, he immediately felt lost in confusion.
Though he heard every word clearly, when they came together, it felt as if his intelligence had dropped by a hundred points.
His comprehension simply couldn’t keep up!
Yet, the opportunity to hear the Purple Palace master speak was too precious, so he gritted his teeth and focused on memorizing.
He planned to ponder it slowly after returning home.
Because he was far too concentrated.
At that moment, Wang Chen did not notice that the other cultivators around him were actually quite similar to himself.
Some were as restless as if sitting on pins, some were scratching their heads in frustration, while others seemed to have a glimmer of understanding, yet deep within their eyes, confusion still lingered.
Changchun spoke for a full hour before pausing to sip some spiritual tea.
Then he continued his lecture.
However, the content he shared next became much simpler.
Including Wang Chen, the young Qi Training cultivators gradually began to grasp the teachings, and the atmosphere in the hall, which had been quite heavy, started to feel lively and cheerful.
Many faces lit up with excitement.
Although most of the cultivators present were low-level outer sect Qi Training disciples, none lacked a sincere and passionate heart for the path.
Even with poor root bones and dull comprehension, they all longed for long life and freedom!
They were willing to endure hardships and even give their lives for it.
Clang—
The copper bell rang again, snapping the captivated cultivators back to reality.
At this moment, everyone realized that the Purple Palace master on the preaching platform had mysteriously left without anyone noticing!
Everyone exchanged glances, perplexed.
“Today’s lecture ends here,” the chief of the Dharma Hall announced loudly. “The master has granted mercy and allowed disciples to request guidance individually, but there are only one hundred spots, first come, first served!”
A sudden uproar erupted in the hall!
There were over ten thousand cultivators present, yet only a hundred spots for personal guidance from the master.
It was a serious case of too many monks and too little porridge!
Everyone instantly surged forward, surrounding the chief of the Dharma Hall, eager to grab this precious slot!
If the Dharma Hall disciples hadn’t maintained order, the scene would have been complete chaos.
Many cultivators waved their storage bags, their faces flushed with excitement.
In truth, receiving Changchun’s personal guidance was not the core issue.
The most important thing was the chance to interact face-to-face with a Purple Palace master!
If they earned the master’s attention, they could rise to great heights and change their fate.
Though everyone knew the hope was slim, they were willing to give it a try for even a chance of one in ten thousand.
In the midst of this fervent atmosphere, Wang Chen quietly distanced himself from the boiling crowd.
He had just started to gain insight as the lecture became increasingly enjoyable when it was suddenly interrupted, a feeling that was undeniably unpleasant.
However, Wang Chen had no thoughts of those one hundred spots at all.
Besides being short on resources, he had no intention of becoming a little fish lured by a sweet bait.
Or just a piece of chive.
The master was brilliant, with deep cultivation level and clever strategies that left people in awe.
He simply wished to be a quiet cultivation disciple.
