Chen Yan Becomes a Disciple

He'd made a few minor mistakes in the inner sect. Had a highly cultivated immortal cultivator really been sent to the sect's outer court Scripture Hall as an instructor to reflect on himself?

Going by the plots of the fantasy novels Chen Yan had read in his previous life, this Instructor Lu Li was definitely more than he seemed.

Chen Yan specifically asked the Scripture Hall's Consular Disciple, who had saved him a seat, when Lu Li would be giving lectures.

In the end, he got his wish and met Instructor Lu, who came from Yuanhua Mountain.

He wore the pale robes of the Empty Mountain Sect's outer court. His features were lean, and his face was almost entirely devoid of expression.

The subject of his lecture was the Empty Mountain Sect's foundational cultivation method: the Empty Mountain Art.

"Observe the emptiness of form, hear the emptiness of sound, sense the emptiness of rhythm, comprehend the empty way, as mountains and rivers flow without cease..."

This wasn't the first time Chen Yan had listened to an instructor teach the Empty Mountain Art to the disciples in the Scripture Hall.

But it was the time he'd gained the most from.

The young man seated on the cushion looked barely over twenty, yet his abilities far surpassed those of the old men who frittered their lives away in the outer court.

"That's all for today. You're all free to leave."

After the lecture, Lu Li addressed the disciples in the Scripture Hall in an even voice.

"Thank you, Instructor Lu!"

The Outer Court Disciples who had listened to his lecture rose and bowed, thanking Lu Li.

Everyone present had gained a great deal today.

There were just over a hundred Empty Mountain Sect Outer Court Disciples in the Scripture Hall at the