?Chapter 923: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 920 White Dew Academy Chapter 923: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 920 White Dew Academy Located outside Taichang City, White Dew Academy is one of the many unremarkable academies in Nan County, considered mediocre compared to other academies by outsiders.


    If there is anything unique about this academy, it is that it is not built within a major city but constructed on the famously renowned “Yutian Mountain” in Nan County.


    Yutian Mountain is a famous Spirit Mountain in Taichang Prefecture, boasting over ten peaks of varying sizes.


    While it does not boast any steep and magnificent terrains, it is like spring all year round, blossoming with exotic flowers everywhere.


    Some rare spirit plants and spirit fruits can only be cultivated here, ranking it among the thirteen Spirit Mountains of Nan County.


    White Dew Academy is built on Illusion Cloud Peak of this mountain, covering a large area from halfway up the mountain to the summit, large enough to accommodate more than a thousand people.


    However, given the mountain’s renowned status, the obscure White Dew Academy technically did not qualify to occupy this mountain.


    After all, the neighboring peaks housed famous temples and Daoist temples, far more prestigious than White Dew Academy.


    Strangely, since White Dew Academy was established here over a thousand years ago, these temples and Daoist temples never caused any trouble for the academy.


    On the contrary, the monks and Taoists from these temples treated the scholars who occasionally visited the academy with great respect, regardless of their age, which indeed puzzled many people.


    Another strange aspect of White Dew Academy is the disciples it admits; they varied greatly in age and background, from the only sons of wealthy families to the poor offspring of farmers, ranging from six or seven to over twenty years old.


    Moreover, the timing for admitting new disciples each year was irregular, sometimes taking three or four years, other times seven or eight years without any activity.


    However, it was rare to see anyone leaving the academy once they entered, shrouding the place in a veil of mystery.


    Of course, this mystery only pertained to the local residents living at the foot of Yutian Mountain.


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    The secular world outside the mountain was completely unaware of these abnormalities, and White Dew Academy remained relatively unknown and unnoticed throughout Nan County.


    One day, at the base of Illusion Cloud Peak, two individuals were slowly ascending the mountain.


    One was a dignified middle-aged scholar, and the other was a twenty-year-old young scholar with slightly dark skin and ordinary appearance-it was Han Li, who had just appeared at the Gan Residence a month ago.


    “Uncle Han, White Dew Academy had already ended its disciple recruitment two months ago.


    However, Mr.


    Gan told me you had learned various Taoist arts before and are aware of the existence of cultivators.


    That is why I brought you here to try your luck at the academy.


    Whether the academy will accept you depends on your own fortune.


    I have some ties with Master Lu from White Dew Academy-I’ll introduce you to him first.


    If he sees no issues, there should be no problem for you to stay at the academy,” the middle-aged scholar said calmly as he walked with billowing sleeves.


    “Yes, I will follow Mr.


    Yan’s arrangements.


    Uncle Gan had already mentioned it before we came.


    No matter whether the academy accepts me or not, Uncle Gan will definitely keep this favor in mind,” Han Li responded respectfully, displaying an honest demeanor.


    At that time, Han Li’s aura was that of a Qi Refinement Realm third or fourth layer, which ordinary cultivators couldn’t fully perceive.


    That day, he had approached Gan Chi, a covert member of the Feng Family, requesting help to join a local large sect, be it Buddhist, Daoist, or Confucian.


    He was straightforward with this request because, although Gan Chi was an ordinary mortal, the Feng Family’s instructions from previous years had been to specifically foster good relations with worldly cultivators for future use.


    Thus, upon hearing this request, although Gan Chi was surprised, he did not find it too difficult.


    The only concern he had was perhaps the fear that Han Li infiltrating the sects meant to commit foul play, which might implicate the Gan Family.


    However, all of the Gan Residence’s businesses were covertly controlled by the Feng Family, and Han Li could easily dissolve everything of the Gan family overnight by producing some land deeds.


    Moreover, although Gan Chi knew some matters about cultivators, he always found the origins and identity of the Feng Family to be enigmatic and awe-inspiring.


    Thus, under Han Li’s mild explanation that infiltrating the cultivation sect wouldn’t cause trouble or implicate the Gan Residence, Gan Chi had no choice but to follow orders nervously.


    After some planning a few days later, Gan Chi finally chose this Mr.


    Yan, a middle-aged Confucian scholar, as a bridge to send Han Li into White Dew Academy.


    This decision was made because the academy, compared to the Buddhist and Daoist sects, had much looser requirements for accepting disciples.


    As long as one was not a disciple of the heretical Devilcharm Sect and had a clean background, they were still accepted, regardless of their lineage.


    Furthermore, Gan Chi owed a great favor to Mr.


    Yan, who, being from the Confucian Sect, greatly valued righteousness and would surely do his best to arrange this.


    Otherwise, even though there were other routes, the probability of success would not be high.


    After all, even though the cultivation sects of Great Jin were not as difficult to enter as those of Tian Luo, they were still not places where a low-level Loose Cultivator could easily join.


    Having heard of White Dew Academy, Han Li discreetly investigated its location on Yutian Mountain one evening, observing the spirit veins from afar.


    Satisfied with what he saw, he concluded that although this spirit vein could not compare to the cave he had set up in Tian Luo with many spirit well objects, it was still a decent spirit vein, much stronger than other veins near Taichang City.


    Speaking of which, if the Spirit Well Tree and other items did not need to frequently move, as it would harm their inner spiritual purity, and being unsettled on a spirit vein also gradually diminished their spirituality, he would have been content to refine with just a couple of spirit well objects on him on a lesser spirit vein.


    There was no need to painstakingly infiltrate a major sect for cultivation.


    Thus, Han Li transformed, becoming a distantly related relative who sought refuge with someone from Gan Chi.


    On the surface, he was a low-level Loose Cultivator with a Spiritual Root, who had learned some superficial spells.


    Longing deeply for the path of Immortal Cultivation, he had sought the help of this distant uncle to see if he could continue his cultivation at a large sect.


    Gan Chi had talked to a Confucian scholar named Mr.


    Yan, who taught at a famous academy in the city.


    Inspired by a sense of gratitude, Mr.


    Yan had agreed readily.


    Thus, the two of them embarked on this journey.


    “Hmm!” It seems Brother Gan has really put some thought into helping your cousin there.


    But that’s no surprise.


    Ordinary mortals possessing a Spiritual Root are one in ten thousand.


    Naturally, he took extra care of you.


    I myself lack a Spiritual Root; otherwise, I would have entered White Dew Academy long ago to diligently pursue the path of seeking immortality,” the scholar said somewhat emotionally.


    Han Li smiled, tactfully choosing not to respond to this comment.


    The middle-aged scholar said no more and led Han Li straight up the mountain.


    Just as they nearly reached the midway point, the ringing of a bell from another mountain peak suddenly came into view, its clear and melodious sound invigorating to anyone who heard it.


    “The Green Cicada Bell of Bao Ling Temple truly is a rare treasure, but ringing it three times daily does seem a bit like showing off,” the scholar paused, glancing at the peak taller than Illusion Cloud Peak and muttered, shaking his head.


    Upon hearing that the mountain peak was a site of the Buddhist Sect, a spark of thought flashed in Han Li’s eyes, revealing a contemplative expression.


    To him, this so-called treasure was nothing more than a top-grade Magic Artifact, not rare or novel.


    He adjusted the large bulky package on his back and continued following the scholar uphill.


    Before long, the two arrived at a flat platform at the mountainside, where the vista abruptly opened up.


    Ahead lay lush, vibrant greenery, a vast bamboo grove appearing before their eyes.


    Red walls and white buildings were faintly visible within the grove, all part of a picturesque scenery.


    Several white stone paths led deep into the bamboo, with a giant vermilion gate roughly thirty feet high visible at their end.


    “Come, the main entrance is usually closed.


    Following me through a side gate will suffice,” the middle-aged scholar glanced at the grove and spoke, leading Han Li to one side and into one of the paths within the bamboo grove.


    After several twists and turns, Han Li and the scholar approached a jet-black wooden gate about ten feet tall.


    The scholar exhaled lightly and stepped forward to knock gently on the gate.


    The gate opened silently, and a young man in a white scholar’s jacket stepped out.


    “Ah, it’s Mr.


    Yan.


    You must be here to see Master Lu, right?” The young man exhibited fluctuations of Spiritual Energy, possessing the cultivation of the third layer of Qi Refinement Realm, yet he showed unusual politeness toward Mr.


    Yan, who lacked any mana.


    This astonished Han Li, who watched the interaction closely and marveled inwardly.


    Such an encounter would never happen in Tian Luo.


    It seemed the rules of the Confucian Sect were indeed strict, allowing cultivators to show deference to an ordinary mortal.


    However, he guessed this scenario was likely limited to lower-level cultivators; high-level cultivators would never behave this way.


    Han Li secretly sneered at the thought.


    “Hmm.


    I am here to see Brother Fang.


    Is Master Fang available right now?” Mr.


    Yan asked unassumingly.


    “The Lower Academy has just received a distinguished guest; the Master is currently in the study keeping company.


    Let me notify Mr.


    Yan,” the young man in the white robe pondered before speaking.


    “That would be great, thank you!” Mr.


    Yan replied with a smile upon hearing this.


    Knowing Mr.


    Yan’s close connection to Master Fang and despite him being a mortal, the young man in the white robe dared not neglect him.


    After a polite word, he quickly pulled out a Sound Transmission Talisman, whispered a few words into it, then tossed it into the air.


    The talisman turned into a streak of fire and shot away, disappearing in an instant.


    Soon after, Han Li suddenly felt a strong Divine Sense sweep over from a distance, skimming over them before swiftly retracting.


    Han Li’s mind stirred, suspecting it was likely Master Lu.


    Judging by the intensity of the Divine Sense, he was at the early stage of Core Formation, a much higher cultivation than the expected late Foundation Establishment.


    This took him slightly by surprise.


    For him, it was preferable that the man’s cultivation was as low as possible to avoid seeing through his disguise.


    Moments later, above where Han Li and the others stood, spiritual ripples trembled, and a man’s faint voice suddenly sounded.


    “Is that Brother Yan?


    You’ve come at just the right time.


    I have a guest here; perhaps Brother Yan would like to meet him.


    Hmm, and the young friend beside you, come along as well.” (To be continued.


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