"Brother Wang Zai, you've spent years building up your Vast Righteousness. It shakes heaven and earth, and becoming a Dao Body is only a matter of time. Why bother with worldly affairs? Aren't you afraid they'll delay your cultivation?" Song Quanlüe had composed himself after his earlier lapse. He kept his sorrow buried, turned his head to glance at the songstress, and motioned for her to leave the room and close the door behind her.
Zhang Yuanli took off his ice-silkworm-thread gloves and set them leisurely on the table. As he poured himself some Wuyou Wine, he chuckled. "The Wang Family inherited its legacy from the Benevolent Sage. Teaching and helping the world—that's our proper calling."
"In the past, the Council of State and the imperial court were controlled by us Aristocratic Clans. Ordinary families had few opportunities, so they were naturally indifferent to academies and the like, and showed little interest. But times have changed. The Human Emperor governs the world, and the civil and martial examinations are now equally important. That's given the Wang Family an opening. Wang Zai became the chief head of the academies, which is of immeasurable benefit to his cultivation of Vast Righteousness. I've also heard he can gather and refine a little moral energy and the virtue of sages, laying the most solid foundation for his Dao Body."
He had never managed to cross the Third Layer Heavenly Ladder and become a Great Grandmaster. His Sun Flame Chapter Beyond the Heavens made it difficult for yang to reach its peak and give birth to yin, then blend and balance with it. So he had to wear transparent gloves made from thousand-year ice-silkworm thread and other Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to temper the fiery yang energy inside him, lest something go wrong and