Li Qingxian added, "I can't easily buy Mr. Ku Song's Fate Star, but you can ask him whether he would be willing to let me dissolve his Baleful Star."
"Alright, I'll ask him right away."
Zhou Chunfeng went downstairs, then came back up before long with a soft sigh.
"What is it?"
"As expected of Master Ku Song—lofty as a mountain, worthy of looking up to. He said he had long known he carried a Baleful Star and had chances to dispel it, but chose not to." Zhou Chunfeng said.
"Why?"
"A Baleful Star is a whetstone, sharpening oneself against it," Zhou Chunfeng said.
A look of astonishment appeared on Li Qingxian's face. Connecting this with his experiences and the Fate Arts he had learned, he was filled with endless emotion.
"As expected of Mr. Ku Song, as expected of one who grew stronger with age. Admirable, truly admirable. My understanding of Fate Arts is actually inferior to that of an outsider. Mr. Ku Song is indeed extraordinary. It seems I need to read more of Mr. Ku Song's and Chief Minister Zhao's writings." Li Qingxian was deeply impressed.
"Very good. I'll have someone find their writings and send them to you together." Zhou Chunfeng looked at Li Qingxian, his face full of gratification.
The Literary Cultivator Assembly ended, and the Martial Cultivator Assembly was held the next day.
Unlike the orderly Literary Cultivator Assembly, before the Martial Cultivator Assembly had even begun, the entire Riverwatch Pavilion had already turned into a pot of boiling porridge.
The literary cultivators had many factions, but they rarely argued openly.
Martial cultivators were different. Old meritorious nobles, veteran nobles, the new emperor's forces, martial world factions, the righteous path, the greenwood, the military, and all sorts of major powers were mixed together.
Moreover,