In the old days, the Confucian School had a rule: whenever a disciple mastered something, gained an insight, or even encountered something unusual, they should share it with their fellow disciples.
The Confucian School was a Martial World sect, of course, but it was first and foremost an educational institution, a community of people passionate about knowledge.
That was why the person teaching from the lecture hall podium was often not Master Lu, the head of the Confucian School, but one of its disciples.
Within the Confucian School, disciples who frequently gave lectures were respectfully called senior brothers—even if they had often joined no earlier than anyone else.
"Those with something to teach come first" was one of the Confucian School's core principles.
Curiously, Bi Lingkong, one of its core disciples, had never once stepped onto the podium to teach her fellow disciples.
She was powerful. The four Immortals and Buddhas were naturally the strongest experts in the Confucian School, followed by several Great Grandmasters. Below them, it was essentially this crow's turn.
But powerful though she was, Bi Lingkong's scholarship was nothing to boast about.
As Zhao Sheng and Wen Chao put it, she was a classic case of "strong limbs and a simple mind"—though she was actually quite clever and had an excellent memory. Memory, however, was all she had.
Analysis, classification, synthesis, even deduction... she truly had no knack for any of it.
She had spent centuries in the Confucian School, watching it grow from nothing, little by little, into a thriving institution.
She had learned a great deal. When it came to reading widely and remembering everything, few in the entire Confucian School could surpass her.
Yet she had never managed to put forward an original view, never had any knowledge of her own that she