Chapter 59 - 57: Planting Species! Li Daoran feels a bit square_1

As he said this, Li Daoran handed a token to Chen Chang’an.

Chen Chang’an reached out to take it, shook his head and said:

"No need."

His only wish was to reclaim the Demon Land.

He had no interest in dealing with other matters.

"If the Sect Master has no other matters, I will take my leave,"

Chen Chang’an asked.

Oh?

On hearing Chen Chang’an’s words, Li Daoran’s brow furrowed instantly.

Chen Chang’an was not wrong to refer to himself as a disciple.

But, as they were of the same generation, Chen Chang’an insisting on calling himself so seemed quite distant.

Li Daoran also knew where this distance came from.

"Brother, do you still hold a grudge against me?" Li Daoran asked.

"Never did." Chen Chang’an shook his head.

He had never wanted to talk much about that past event.

He no longer cared about right or wrong.

Seeing Chen Chang’an say so, Li Daoran instantly understood that Chen still held some resentment in his heart.

At this, he could only sigh.

After all, no matter how you look at it, the intelligence of Chen Chang’an at that time was merely at a child’s level.

His behavior was certainly overstepping, but not to such a severe degree.

Punished for ten years, who wouldn’t harbor resentment?

After thinking about it, Li Daoran spoke:

"Yan’er will be back from the ’Literary Quiet Study’ in a while, you two should catch up then."

"Okay."

Chen Chang’an nodded, not refusing.

At this time, the image of a woman’s silhouette involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

The woman had eyes like startled snow and an expression as cold as frost!

"Besides this, there’s one more thing."

"From today onwards, you should move out of that scripture repository."

Chen Chang’an shook his head upon hearing this:

"There’s no need for that, I’ve grown accustomed to living there over the years."

"Moving in and out has no real meaning."

Whether it was a shabby house or a grand hall,

They were just places to stay. As long as he had a place to sleep, it was fine.

There was no difference between them.

"Alright then, do as you wish."

Seeing Chen Chang’an say so, Li Daoran didn’t make a big deal out of it and simply nodded.

Then he went on to say:

"In a while, let’s open the Mountain Gate once again."

"No matter how we look at it, Daocang Mountain is still one of the principal peaks of the Sect. It’s unacceptable if there’s no disciple."

Chen Chang’an shook his head:

"Sect Leader, I recently had a breakthrough and my realm is still unstable. I’ll consider taking in disciples some other time."

"Moreover, Sect Leader, you know my current situation."

"The breakthrough was nothing more than a stroke of luck on that day."

"As for cultivation on other paths, I don’t have much guidance."

"What should I do if I take disciples under these circumstances? Mislead them?"

Chen Chang’an wouldn’t tell Li Daoran that he simply didn’t want to take disciples.

Not only did he not want disciples, if it weren’t for the matter of the Demon Land, he wouldn’t even have ’revealed’ his Great Scholar level cultivation.

As for taking in disciples?

Forget it.

The more disciples, the more consequences.

Just recruiting one kid sister for his master had already upset his life like this.

If he were to take a few more disciples, would he even be able to live his life anymore?

"Alright then." Li Daoran nodded. What Chen Chang’an said seemed reasonable.

"But, Brother Chen, can we discuss another matter?"

At this time, Li Daoran spoke again.

"Sect Leader, go ahead."

Li Daoran asked somewhat hesitantly:

"Brother, would you consider planting some Literary Seeds for the Sect?"

"I don’t seek much, I would have the Sect’s Elders and disciples stand in front of you for your selection."

"If you find one you like, then plant it. If not, I won’t force you... "

Before Li Daoran could finish his words, Chen Chang’an waved his hand at him:

"Sect Leader, no need to look any further. I don’t fancy any of the disciples in our sect, so I won’t be planting."

With that, Chen Chang’an started heading towards the exit.

Mao Ruxue trailed right behind him.

"No, Brother Chen, you misunderstand, what I mean is,"

"The sect will pay. For each Literary Seed you plant, the sect will reward you with a hundred Dao Source Stones. What do you think of this arrangement, Brother Chen?"

"Huh? A hundred Dao Source Stones each?"

At hearing Li Daoran’s words, Chen Chang’an abruptly stopped in his tracks.

"Sect Leader, I suddenly find all the disciples in our sect rather appealing."

"By the way, are you going to pay for the Dao Source Stones in one lump sum or in installments?"

.....

When Li Daoran asked Chen Chang’an to leave literary seeds for the disciples, he wasn’t asking him to procreate but to plant the ’seed’.

He meant planting literary seeds in the disciples!

All people can read in the Wuxiang realm.

But not everyone can practice the Confucian Path.

If you want to cultivate the Confucian Path, you must first have the literary seeds!

Only when the literary seeds are planted, can it generate literary Qi and nourish the literary vein.

Only when the literary vein is well nourished, can one begin practicing the Confucian Path.

And only those who have entered the realm of the Great Scholars or beyond can plant the literary seeds.

Hence, Li Daoran came to him.

Money is not a problem.

He just hopes that Chen Chang’an can plant a few literary seeds within the sect.

After all, this kind of literary Qi is quite powerful.

If in the future, any disciples of the Tianshui Sect could possess literary Qi.

Undoubtedly, even if it’s just at level one.

The increase it could bring to their combat power would be tremendously terrifying!

Therefore, despite the high cost, Li Daoran is willing.

Money is not a problem, that was Li Daoran’s initial thought.

But when Chen Chang’an began to sit in the sect’s square, planting literary seeds for the disciples, his thoughts changed.

Not because of anything else, but because Li Daoran discovered that Chen Chang’an’s efficiency in planting literary seeds for disciples seemed a bit high!

For ordinary great scholars planting literary seeds, usually, only one in several hundreds or even thousands can successfully be seeded.

And the quality of the literary seeds planted is not guaranteed, some are high, some are low, some are virtually decorations, can be looked at but not used.

Li Daoran understands this point, after all, not everyone is destined to cultivate the Confucian Path.

But what about Chen Chang’an?

Up to this point, there hasn’t been a single disciple who has walked past him that he has not chosen.

And of all the disciples he chose, there wasn’t a single failure!

Li Daoran is really a bit stunned.

He has seen senior scholars from the Confucian School planting literary seeds more than once.

The efficiency of these scholars in planting seeds is quite high, but he has truly never seen anything like Chen Chang’an’s efficiency.

Not to mention those senior scholars, even amongst seventh-rank sages or even eighth-rank saintly sages in the Confucian School, Li Daoran hasn’t heard of anyone with such high efficiency!

If literary seeds could be successfully planted with 100 percent certainty, how could the Confucian School be in such a decline today?

Could it be...!!

Is Chen Chang’an not just a Great Scholar, but in reality, a seventh-rank sage or even eighth-rank saintly sage?!

Li Daoran was startled by his own thoughts.

Then, he quickly shook his head, dismissing such thoughts.

Because it’s not realistic. Not to mention how young Chen Chang’an is now, he simply does not have the foundation to become a saintly sage.

Furthermore, over these years, Li Daoran hasn’t heard of any Great Scholars achieving the position of saintly sage.

It is known that every time a strong cultivator reaches the Eternal Realm, the Heaven and Earth would stir up colossal commotion.

The birth of a Saintly Sage is even more so.

There will be brilliant celestial phenomena, Earth sprouting golden lotus, and even manifestations of Literary Saints honoring the occasion.

But none of these had happened, so it’s impossible!

The only remaining possibility is that Chen Chang’an has already achieved the fruits of the eighth realm, so now that he is becoming a saintly sage, Heaven and Earth will not show any unusual signs again.

But is that possible?

It’s absolutely impossible!

Li Daoran would rather believe that true love exists in this world than to believe such a thing!

Of course.

That’s not the point.

The point is, are all the disciples of our sect really that talented, do they all have the potential to cultivate the Confucian Path, can they all successfully plant a literary seed?

What bullcrap is this!