Pick up books. Go to class.
Moral Cultivation, as inevitable as thunder.
The course covered the same old material. Hearing it repeated over and over got tedious.
But the teachers at Yujing University knew what they were doing. After years of teaching, they had learned to turn the class into a storytelling session. Sometimes they told stories about historical figures and how their lives ended, holding up both good and bad examples. That could draw a whole crowd of students into listening.
It was the main reason Chen Shu rarely skipped this class.
Not every class had stories, though.
Either way, Chen Shu bought milk tea on his way to class. If the teacher told stories, he listened carefully. If not, he played on his phone.
"If becoming a cultivator and gaining power far beyond ordinary people makes you trample every moral boundary, if you think you've surpassed your own kind and entered a new level, that you're no longer the same species as ordinary people, then you truly don't deserve to be called human. Perhaps you're powerful. Perhaps you have a perfectly self-consistent set of arguments. Perhaps no one can punish you. But people won't accept that you're right just because you're strong.
"Is there really no absolute right or wrong in this world?
"Everyone here, I don't know whether you agree. Perhaps you don't. Perhaps you often 'speak your mind' online. But who would dare stand up now and say, 'Once I have power, I won't care whether other people live or die'?
"No one, right? Why?
“Besides fearing that people will argue with you, boycott you, or insult you, Fear you'd also feel a little embarrassed. Perhaps you'd find it hard to say aloud. You see, can something that fails the scrutiny of Human Dignity truly be