While Ling Qing was immersed in reading the classics and comprehending divine arts, Tian Yong and the others were keeping busy as well.
Han Fu and his junior brother had arrived at the Scripture Depository Hall several days earlier to copy the scriptures, and they were already nearly finished.
So on the day Ling Qing read the scriptures, they also completed their copying and earned the right to enter and leave the Scripture Hall.
Of the others, Tian Ying took the least time.
As everyone gradually earned the right to enter, some of the others came around, too. They stopped chatting and wandering about and went to the Scripture Hall to copy scriptures.
They hoped to gain some insight from them.
At the same time, the mountain was experiencing a surge in people seeking immortality.
After spending over a month on the road, gifted individuals began arriving at Mount Lao one after another.
They then eagerly joined the Shangqing Palace, ready to cultivate immortality and practice the Dao.
But what greeted them was a bucket of cold water.
The torment of utter exhaustion and endless waiting.
It doused the enthusiasm in most people's hearts until only scattered sparks remained.
Ever since the last person went down the mountain, others had gradually been unable to bear the harsh life there and had chosen to leave as well.
They said that everyone couldn't help grumbling a little when they went down the mountain.
On top of that, some people were weak-willed, constantly fretting over what they might gain or lose.
For a time, the dormitory grew restless, and many people wavered.
Those determined to stay and continue seeking immortality, and those who had grown despondent and were preparing to leave.
They argued almost every night; it had practically become a routine.
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