Cultivators were filled with reverence for heaven and earth.
Though they possessed power far beyond the ordinary, it was precisely because of that that they held even greater awe for the forces above them.
Reincarnated deities, reborn immortals, and transmigrated Buddhas had always been immensely popular in the cultivation world, because every ordinary person loved to dream such a dream;
They might be plain and unremarkable now, but when the winds and clouds converged someday, who could say they would not ascend to the summit in a single bound?
Thus, invoking ghosts and gods to lend credibility was, in truth, a highly promising approach.
When Xu Qing had been in Heyang City, after Academy students advanced into their second year, their main courses had gradually begun to dwindle.
At its core, the Academy was merely a place to lay one's foundations. It taught people how to view and analyze this world correctly; it did not simply hand them every correct answer.
Thus, once they had accumulated a certain amount of basic knowledge and built a suitable framework, the Academy students from every family began seeking out trades they wished to explore and joining them in practical work.
The Academy name carried considerable weight.
Within Heyang City, so long as one entered any shop or business bearing the Academy's plaque and said they wanted a position to observe and learn, the shopkeeper or elder would certainly offer an eager, high-paying arrangement.
No one was foolish.
The Academy had been established in Heyang City for nearly two years, and Minister An Dongcheng's proposal had been read over and over again countless times.
How could they not know that this batch of Academy students might very well become the enforcers, or even the makers, of the new rules in the future?
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