After he stopped lecturing, Xu Yi's passion for exploring the Great Dao of Numerology burned even brighter. He had his exchanges with Tong Fang and the others to thank for that; they had made him realize firsthand that, at Two Forget Peak, knowledge of numerology could be turned into actual fighting strength.
When it came to combat strength, Xu Yi had never bothered to hide his pragmatic side.
To avoid being disturbed, he really did go into seclusion after hanging up his seclusion sign. He devoted himself to digesting the series of mathematical tools he had obtained from Textile University, while also trying to use them to solve numerological problems that had stumped him in the past.
As it turned out, Xu Yi's decision to go into seclusion had been a wise one. As time passed, the influence of his lectures at the Preaching Pavilion grew steadily, until it had reached a level far beyond what he had expected.
Tong Fang told him that he had once sensed the aura of Two Forget Peak among the students attending his lectures. That meant a disciple of Two Forget Peak had concealed their identity and come to listen.
When word suddenly appeared outside the Preaching Pavilion that Xu Yi had gone into seclusion, the uproar erupted.
Outside Bamboo Manor, the commotion lasted several days. If Xu Yi's soundproofing wards hadn't been properly arranged, the noise would have carried right into the manor. Still, those people didn't dare offend him too much, and after making a racket for a few days, they left of their own accord.
Even so, the spectacular stir raised his reputation by several more levels. The Cultivation World had even begun calling him by a sobriquet: "Empty Void Young Master."
In this world, "empty void" didn't mean boredom. It