Zhou Qiucheng was about to attain the Dao!
Purple qi surged vast and mighty, climbing higher and higher like sesame stalks. It could be seen for a thousand miles around. Countless sacred beings rushed in from all directions to watch, secretly standing guard for Zhou Qiucheng.
As for disturbing him?
Who would dare?
Unless someone from the academy itself wanted to seize Zhou Qiucheng's achievement. Yet Zhou Qiucheng had always kept a low profile, never publicizing his principles or teachings. How could anyone else have known?
Zhou Qiucheng was unlike Chen Sanliang. Chen Sanliang's teachings had long since spread abroad, and people had already begun studying them in secret. Zhou Qiucheng's Great Dao had come from Zhang Chen's guidance and his own comprehension; not a shred of it had been spread to the outside world. Even if others wanted to fight over it, they could not.
"Old Zhou Qiucheng truly has some skill. To carve out a path to survival even in such a hopeless predicament—simply unbelievable." Bai Cang had appeared beside Zhang Chen at some unknown point. She was dressed as a man, her clothes utterly ordinary, standing beside Zhang Chen without drawing the slightest notice.
"Zhou Qiucheng has good fortune," Zhang Chen replied.
"Once we reach the capital, we'll have help this time. If Zhou Qiucheng can truly comprehend the crucial mystery and prove the Dao Yang Spirit, the academy will certainly select him as a new master. Then we'll have another ally." Bai Cang said.
Zhang Chen nodded at those words. Bai Cang was right. Zhou Qiucheng had sufficient seniority, foundations, and reputation. Once he proved the Dao Yang Spirit, he would surely enter the academy and become one of the few who held command over the Confucian Dao beneath heaven.
Zhang Chen recalled the academy's various