Chapter 118: Holy Academy
Martial arts cultivators all value face.
If Lin Feng had truly failed the test and been called out, he should have left on his own, but he did not.
Moreover, when everyone looked at him with strange gazes and even insulted him, he still smiled and asked for another chance. In that smile, there was genuine indifference.
That was why the middle-aged man believed Lin Feng was not discarding his dignity, but rather persistent. Only persistent people can persevere; only those with firm resolve can be indifferent.
The crowd was somewhat surprised. The teacher was actually willing to give Lin Feng another chance, and judging by his tone, he seemed to have some faith in Lin Feng.
"Thank you, teacher," Lin Feng said, nodding slightly to the middle-aged man, feeling a trace of goodwill toward this teacher. He was approachable, with a gentle gaze, and carried not a hint of arrogance.
"I will begin playing now. This time, only you will hear it," the middle-aged man said calmly. Then, the melodious sound of the zither rang out again, but as he had said, this time the crowd heard nothing. The teacher was actually able to control the sound, channeling it entirely into Lin Feng's ears.
"Impressive," the crowd silently praised. The teacher had never shown them this skill before.
At this moment, Lin Feng felt the music continuously drilling into his ears, making him want to close his eyes and sink into the artistic conception of the melody.
"The Heavenly Radiance Martial Soul is cold and emotionless, capable of automatic defense. As long as I maintain a trace of this state, I cannot be seduced by the music," Lin Feng thought to himself. A wisp of cold aura slowly crept onto his body, keeping his mind extremely clear. Everything around him was directly imprinted into his consciousness.
Though the zither music continued, Lin Feng remained unmoved. His clear eyes were open, carrying a hint of emptiness, as he quietly watched the teacher playing.
"Hmm?" The middle-aged man noticed that Lin Feng's gaze remained so transparent and felt a slight surprise. He changed the tune, and the music entering Lin Feng's ears became faster, directly trembling his soul.
But Lin Feng's eyes remained still.
His clear gaze was always fixed on the teacher, calm and unruffled, with no sign of falling into the zither's artistic conception.
The music grew more urgent. The middle-aged man's fingers danced across the strings, creating afterimages.
But he soon discovered that Lin Feng remained completely unaffected.
After a moment, a smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and the music gradually slowed down, eventually stopping.
"What is your name?" the middle-aged man asked, looking at Lin Feng.
"Lin Feng."
"You did not lie. You have passed the test," the middle-aged man said again, causing the crowd's eyes to freeze. Lin Feng had passed the test? What was going on?
And this time, the teacher had stopped playing after only a short while. Lin Feng had not even entered a state of immersion. What did that mean?
"Thank you, teacher, for giving me the chance," Lin Feng replied with a smile. If the other party had not given him the opportunity, he would have had no recourse.
"Teacher, what is going on? He was clearly startled awake earlier, so why do you say he passed the test?" a burly young man stepped forward, his voice like a great bell, asking in confusion. It was he who had earlier called Lin Feng shameless.
"Not only did he pass the test, he was never affected by my zither music at all. How could he have been startled awake? He woke up on his own. In all my years at the Heavenly One Academy, this is the first time I have encountered such a situation," the middle-aged man said, shaking his head slightly, but with a smile on his face.
"Unable to be affected by the zither music?" The crowd was stunned, all looking at Lin Feng with bewildered expressions. This guy was a monster.
Wen Aoxue also looked at Lin Feng with surprise. Being able to resist the zither's seduction—he could not do that.
The burly young man's eyes widened. Then he scratched his head, walked up to Lin Feng, and said, "I'm sorry. I spoke crudely, misunderstood you, and even insulted you. Tell me what to do, whatever you want."
Lin Feng looked up at the big fellow in front of him, and the trace of anger he had felt disappeared.
This guy was probably like Han Man—straightforward, with no real ill intentions, and willing to take responsibility for his actions.
Thinking of Han Man, a chill ran through Lin Feng's heart. Duan Tianlang, Duan Han!
"What did you say just now? I forgot," Lin Feng said with a smile, causing the burly young man to pause, then give a simple, honest grin, extending his thick, rough hand.
"Yuan Shan."
"Lin Feng."
Reaching out, Lin Feng clasped Yuan Shan's hand, and the two smiled at each other.
"Persistent, firm-hearted, broad-minded—if coupled with strength and courage, he has the makings of a general," the middle-aged man nodded to himself. He put away his zither and said, "Lin Feng, if you want to learn the zither, you can come find me."
With that, the middle-aged man turned and drifted away, leaving the stunned crowd behind.
Lin Feng was also taken aback for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face. He called out to the retreating figure, "Teacher, don't complain if I bother you then."
The crowd looked at Lin Feng, envy flashing in their eyes. Zither cultivation was a unique form of martial arts. A skilled zither cultivator was terrifying, truly capable of reducing everything to ashes with a flick of the fingers.
"Lin Feng, congratulations. I wanted to learn from the teacher, but he wouldn't teach me," Wen Aoxue said, stepping forward with a smile.
"Luck," Lin Feng shook his head with a laugh.
"Your luck seems a bit too good," Wen Aoxue teased. "Now that you are a member of the Heavenly One Academy, let me take you to your lodging first."
"Alright, good."
"I'll come too," Yuan Shan said simply.
"Fine. You just entered the Heavenly One Academy as well. Come with me to get familiar with the place."
Wen Aoxue led the group to an ancient castle. Entering it, Lin Feng looked up and was slightly startled. The castle had over twenty floors, surrounded on all sides, with an open center. In the middle stood a towering pagoda, as tall as the castle, extremely imposing.
"The rooms around here are for the disciples of the Heavenly One Academy to live in. The center is the cultivation pagoda. Go ahead and pick your lodgings first."
The castle, with over twenty floors, had many vacant spaces. As Lin Feng walked in, he noticed that behind each large door was a separate world, containing several rooms and a huge living room.
"The living quarters are all the same, nothing special. Just pick any unoccupied one. But remember, since men and women live here together, and some people like quiet, it's best not to enter someone else's dwelling without their permission. That is the only taboo."
"Alright," Lin Feng nodded. He had no particular requirements for lodging. The group picked a spot with five consecutive vacant dwellings, so they could live next to each other and look out for one another.
"I'll take this one," Lin Feng said, pointing casually at a stone door. Jing Yun and Duan Feng chose the rooms next to Lin Feng's, while Yuan Shan took the one next to Duan Feng's.
"Why didn't you choose?" Lin Feng asked, looking at Meng Qing.
"Your place has several rooms, doesn't it? Just give me one," Meng Qing said indifferently, her tone calm, but it left Lin Feng and the others stunned.
Wen Aoxue looked at Lin Feng with a knowing smile, and with his handsome face, it made Lin Feng feel very uncomfortable. What kind of look was that...
"Haha, that's a good idea," Yuan Shan laughed heartily, earning a glare from Lin Feng. Even if you think so, don't say it out loud!!
"That works too. This way, I can take care of you," Lin Feng said casually, putting on a serious face, leaving Duan Feng staring at him in shock. He, take care of Sister Meng Qing?
"Brother Lin Feng is truly impressive," Duan Feng muttered to himself, but he dared not say it out loud.
"If we live together, you should be able to tell me ten stories every day, right?" Meng Qing murmured softly, causing Lin Feng's legs to go weak. He nearly fell over. What a ruthless woman...
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The next morning, people continued to arrive at the Heavenly One Academy, but far fewer than the previous day.
In the Imperial City, in the central city area, there was an extremely vast square, packed with countless people, so dense that the edge was not visible. And more people were still arriving.
Behind the square stood a gate made of cloud rock, engraved with several extremely domineering characters: Snow Moon, Holy Academy.
Today was the founding day of the Snow Moon Holy Academy. People from all over the Snow Moon Kingdom had come upon hearing the news. Some hoped for a chance to enter the Snow Moon Holy Academy, while others simply wanted to witness a grand event of the Snow Moon Kingdom—an event that might shape its destiny.
This day was destined to be an eventful one.
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