Traveling with a Confucian Scholar, Finally Reaching Jiangzhou

The young man, clutching two letters, walked out of the train station like a puppet. He went to the Seventh District, entered a small hotel, ordered a prostitute, and left the two letters.

The woman who came to the door suddenly became dull-witted. Clutching the two letters, she walked aimlessly down the street until she handed the two letters to an old beggar. Only then did she return to the hotel and have sex with the young man.

The letters continued to be delivered.

A beggar, a student, a female teacher, an incompetent husband, and a food delivery driver.

The person who handles the envelope always falls into a strange, dazed state until they pass the letter to the next person and return to normal, but they have no recollection of the incident.

The two letters passed through the hands of hundreds of people before finally ending up in the hands of two young deliverymen, after their original source could no longer be traced.

The two deliverymen entered two different buildings at almost the same time.

"There's a package here."

They spoke to different people in different places.

"It's for Shi Zhengyuan."

"It's for Mr. Du."

The white envelope was placed down, and the deliveryman walked away blankly. His cloudy eyes gradually returned to normal, and he looked around aimlessly.

CC1000 train.

Jiang Shutong sat down in his seat and complained:

"I understand the logic, so why did I buy a second-class seat?"

The refined young man standing to the side smiled and said:

"I bought it on a whim, how could I have noticed so much?"

Jiang Shutong, who looked to be about twenty years old, pursed his lips:

"Okay, okay, okay"

His way of speaking suddenly changed; his throat bones vibrated, and his voice focused into a straight line, precisely reaching the middle-aged man's ears.

"Senior Brother Kong, how many more cities do we need to visit?"

"This is the last one," Kong Dongyan with a smile. "Let's take one last look at Jiangzhou City, then it's time to head back."

Jiang Shutong looked displeased:

"I really don't know what's so interesting about coming to these small cities. Looking around the streets, there are hardly any martial artists."

Kong Dongyan shook his head helplessly:

"Traveling can broaden one's horizons; you know the saying, 'Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles.'"

He also deliberately focused the sound into a line.

"We are different from those pure, uncouth warriors. If we want to improve, we need not only to temper our spirit, but also to travel, to see mountains and rivers, and to see people coming and going."

Jiang Shutong rolled his eyes:

"Yes, yes, after this journey, will you be able to become Martial Arts Master? Your spiritual realm is more than enough already."

"Hmm." Kong Dongyan nodded gently.

Jiang Shutong listlessly surveyed the noisy passengers in the carriage, a faint sense of superiority welling up within him.

These ordinary people had no idea who was sitting next to them, crammed into the carriage with them.

After thinking for a moment, he quietly pinned the Golden University badge to his chest, hoping someone would recognize it.

Well, although it's practically impossible.

Between the small town and the big city, there is an insurmountable, thick barrier.

"Cough cough cough"

A violent coughing sound came from behind. Jiang Shutong glanced over indifferently and saw a pale-faced, extremely weak sick man being slowly boarded the train, supported by a beautiful woman and a fairy-like girl.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he stared intently at the girl—how could someone be so beautiful in the world?!

Even the most outstanding girls in the school, or even the most refined and elegant female elders in the religious sect, are far inferior to her!

Jiang Shutong made a move to get up, but was gently pressed back down by a large, kind hand.

Kong Dongyan:

"Food and sex are human nature, but as a gentleman, one should know how to restrain oneself."

Jiang Shutong chuckled awkwardly, his gaze still involuntarily drifting towards the pure and elegant young woman.

Then I saw three people walk over and sit down on the other side of the aisle.

Unfortunately, the person sitting on the side closest to the aisle wasn't that stunningly beautiful girl, but this sickly fellow.

"Cough cough cough cough."

The sickly boy started coughing violently again, almost coughing up blood.

Zhang Fusheng took a breath, somewhat helplessly, realizing he hadn't paid attention to the seat class when buying the ticket.

I pressed my hand against my chest; the extreme exhaustion washed over me like a tidal wave.

There was nothing he could do.

When he heard Chen Nuanyu say that Mr. Du wanted to know his whereabouts, he already sensed that something was wrong.

Old Shi would not arrange it that way.

Most importantly, he could keenly perceive that Chen Nuanyu had been marked with a faint spiritual imprint at some point.

Used for tracking.

To achieve this, one must at least possess a master-level spiritual realm and be able to construct an illusory divine realm.

What was Mr. Du who carved it?

Zhang Fusheng keenly sensed that there might be some problems. Did Old Shi truly have complete control over Longzhou City?

Naturally, he then conjured up a more concrete version of the message from heaven and left it in the trash can—this intense mental exhaustion nearly caused him to faint.

And the inexplicable sense of violence in his heart grew heavier and heavier.

"Cough cough cough"

Zhang Fusheng coughed violently again.

"When one's mental state deteriorates to the extreme, the body is also damaged as a result."

A gentle voice came from behind. Zhang Fusheng turned his head and saw a refined young man sitting on the other side of the aisle.

The latter opened gently:

"Young man, you need to be careful not to overwork yourself. Severe mental exhaustion can easily lead to physical illness or even sudden death."

"When you get back, young man, you can get some medicine to regulate your Essence, Qi, and Spirit and spirit. The Nourishing Spirit Formula and the Calming Spirit Formula are quite good; you can find them online."

Zhang Fusheng was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and thanked him.

Then he saw a boy who looked to be about twenty years old leaning over next to the refined young man:

"Um, young lady."

The refined young man pressed him back down, slightly annoyed:

"Jiang Shutong, food and sex are human nature; righteousness is external, not internal!"

The young man named Jiang Shutong shrunk back dejectedly.

Chen Nuanyu didn't even glance at him, her eyes fixed straight ahead.

Zhang Fusheng raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly.

The saying "Food and sex are human nature" was uttered by Gaozi and Mencius during a debate in a previous life.

That saying doesn't exist in this world.

Confucian Sect?

He sighed, feeling willing but unable to do anything about it.

There's simply no energy left to create another High Heaven Token.

Zhang Fusheng patted his chest, suppressing a cough, and looked on with a pleading expression:

"Sir, you seem to know some medicine? My name is Zhang Fusheng, and who are you, sir?"

"Kong Dongyan."

The refined young man glared sternly at Jiang Shutong, then turned around and said gently:

"I wouldn't say I understand it; I've only dabbled in it."

He spoke in a refined, scholarly manner, much like a traditional Chinese scholar.

If this person is truly connected to the Confucian Sect, then he should belong to the Ancient Sage Faction?

Confucian Sect is also divided into two schools: the Ancient Sage Faction and the Tianli Faction. The former leans towards 'goodness,' such as the East Cult and the Spirit Mountain System of Buddhism.

The latter leans towards 'evil,' thus resembling Western Sect and the Mandala System.

But after witnessing the millions of Subordinate Soul of Shi Zhengyuan from the Spirit Mountain System, and the ruthlessness of his own master Hong Tianbao, a former Spirit Mountain System follower, he...

He pondered that this so-called biased goodness was probably just 'biased' in reality.

It has absolutely nothing to do with good.

Zhang Fusheng, looking bewildered, asked the refined young man for advice on how to maintain his mental well-being.

The latter, surprisingly, began to explain tirelessly.

"Young Master Zhang, judging from your current poor mental state, it is likely not something that developed overnight; in fact, your vital energy and Qi and Blood appear to be severely depleted."

"In addition to formulas for nourishing the spirit and calming the mind, one can also consider using formulas for calming the mind and soothing the nerves, depending on the circumstances."

Kong Dongyan recited a series of prescriptions, smiling as he said:

"These remedies are available online. Although their effects cannot compare to those of pharmaceuticals made with advanced technology, they excel in their gentle, nourishing properties."

He was very talkative, and he and Zhang Fusheng even discussed the merits and demerits of technological pharmaceuticals versus ancient herbal remedies, all while focusing on the spirit of health preservation.

She then went on to talk at length about how pharmaceutical companies exploit ordinary people, and even almost accused the Federation of evil.

Fortunately, the refined young man seemed to have thought of something, and swallowed back the words he was about to say, replacing them with some allusions and metaphors.

But if you listen carefully, you can still hear some aversion to the Federation and even some Confucian principles in his words.

As we chatted, the train gradually slowed down, and Jiangzhou Station came into view.

Zhang Fusheng's phone vibrated. He smiled apologetically and answered the call.

"Hey, Uncle Yu, I'm almost at my stop. It should take another ten or twenty minutes to get out."

Kong Dongyan at the right moment, glanced sideways at Jiang Shutong who was rolling his eyes and completely baffled as to why he had instructed him on so many prescriptions, and reprimanded him:

A family that accumulates good deeds will surely have abundant blessings.

"Mmm-hmm," Jiang Shutong chuckled in response, genuinely puzzled as to what his senior brother had to talk about with these ordinary commoners.

Even if it's a big city, it's still just some peasants from a small town. Are they planning to kill someone again?

Yes, in the past, those who disobeyed their senior brothers' teachings were all killed.

This sickly fellow was quite lucky.

He pursed his lips and looked out the car window.

Is this Jiangzhou City?

Nothing special.

It's another small city where there aren't even two Martial Arts Masters.

Jiang Shutong slightly raised his head and puffed out his chest.

I glanced at that stunningly beautiful girl with a sense of regret.

She had no idea that the person sitting on the other side was an elite from a Golden University, a martial artist at the Sixth Refinement of cultivation.

No, she didn't even know what Golden University was, or perhaps she didn't understand the meaning of reaching the Sixth Refinement of cultivation at the age of twenty.

Jiang Shutong couldn't help but smile.