The Confucian School's Sacred Words Slip

"This..." Fang Xun hesitated.

"What, Junior Brother Fang? Having second thoughts about parting with him?" Zhao Cheng narrowed his eyes and stared at him.

Fang Xun shook his head and gave a sardonic smile. "I took a disciple precisely to serve our sect. How could I be reluctant? Still, I have a few concerns."

"Speak freely, Junior Brother Fang."

"Brother Zhao, you said yourself that one can enter the Imperial Tomb Burial Mound, but never leave. Even if my disciple successfully enters the burial mound and finds the armor Lu Tinglan wore in life, how will he send it out?"

"Besides, although my disciple is loyal and honest by nature, sending him into a deathtrap like the Imperial Tomb Burial Mound will inevitably..."

Zhao Cheng waved a hand. "Rest assured, Junior Brother Fang. Since I came to you, I have already made every preparation."

"Take a look!"

As he spoke, Zhao Cheng extended his hand. A battered bamboo slip floated above his palm.

The line of writing on the slip had long since become blurred, yet Fang Xun still recognized what it said at a glance.

"The Master guided others patiently and skillfully."

Fang Xun examined the bamboo slip closely and discovered that, as he gazed at it, even the Reason within his body showed signs of stirring. It was as though he had seen the legendary Sage with his own eyes, and an urge to prostrate himself in worship arose unbidden in his mind.

"This is..." Something seemed to occur to Fang Xun, and his expression shifted slightly.

"Indeed. A [Sacred Words Slip]! This slip was inscribed by a disciple of the Sage himself and imbued with a wisp of the Sage's aura. Every stroke is a divine power."

"Once this [Patient and Skillful Guidance] slip is activated, even