Confucian and Taoist Cultivation Starting from the Equipment Slot

In the days leading up to the exorcism date, the lectures given by the faculty of the Liberal Arts Academy were remarkably consistent, all focusing on the habits of various demons.

The others had studied it before, so they showed little interest, but Chen Zhuo was different; he listened very attentively.

His knowledge of demons came entirely from "The Long Night," and he needed that kind of experience right now.

"Look, this kind of ghost-level Night Demon is called Shadow. It's the most basic kind of demon, and it looks like this."

As Song Zhiyuan spoke on the stage, the scholarly aura around him gradually transformed into the appearance of a demon.

"His appearance is a humanoid mass of darkness, without facial features, and black mist constantly emanates from his edges. His attack method is very simple: he envelops people and suffocates them to death."

"To deal with this kind of demon, you only need a simple 'sun' character spelling to destroy it, which is why the 'sun' character spelling can spread so widely."

Song Zhiyuan's narration always included other elements.

When this kind of "extracurricular" knowledge is discussed, everyone listens attentively.

This is one of the reasons why Song Zhiyuan was popular in the College of Arts.

"Let's move on to the next common demon, called the 'Whisperer,' whose attacks are similar to a form of mental interference..."

Song Zhiyuan's lecture ended quickly, and the audience left with a look of lingering satisfaction.

Chen Zhuo did not leave, because it was time for his private tutoring session.

This can be considered a kind of preferential treatment for him as a disciple personally taught by Song Zhiyuan.

"Xiao Si, sit down. Do you have any questions about your recent literary pursuits?"

Song Zhiyuan also put aside his airs and picked up the tea next to him, pouring it into a cup.

Chen Zhuo shook his head. He had only been involved in the cultivation of literature for a few days and didn't have many questions. His junior sister had answered his few minor questions as well.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to ask about his second senior brother.

The main problem is that something just doesn't feel right about this.

"Master, I would like to ask some questions about the cultivation method," Chen Zhuo asked humbly.

"Have you seen your second senior brother?" As soon as Song Zhiyuan heard him ask this question, he immediately understood Chen Zhuo's concerns.

"You can rest assured about that. Your master is, after all, a scholar who passed the imperial examinations. Do you know what that means?"

"Does being a 'Juren' (举人) mean someone is really awesome?"

Chen Zhuo tried to speak.

He had some understanding of these levels, but he had absolutely no idea what they were like.

After all, he is only a student in the first year of high school and he already has such strong literary skills. It is unimaginable for a scholar who has passed the imperial examination.

This kind of thing is not recorded in books.

"Awesome?" Song Zhiyuan repeated the phrase.

"Awesome is a good word! So awesome it's almost ridiculous..."

"Master!" Seeing Song Zhiyuan becoming unserious again, Chen Zhuo could only interrupt him, "What did you just say was so great about a scholar who passed the imperial examination?"

"Awesome! Of course a scholar is awesome, but I also have a master! You should call him Grandmaster, but he's currently at the Shengtianfu Academy of Literature."

"Let's get back to the topic we were just discussing."

Suddenly, Song Zhiyuan became serious.

"Our lineage can be traced back to Mr. Wenxiang of Shengtian Prefecture, which is a well-known prefecture in the Dongshi Region."

"And Master Wen is one of the most accomplished practitioners of the Dao of Literature in the entire Eastern Stone Region. His understanding of the written characters of heaven and earth far surpasses that of us mortals."

"So you don't need to worry about the cultivation method; the path we follow is traceable."

"As for your senior sister and your second senior brother, they brought it on themselves."

When this was mentioned, Song Zhiyuan's face showed a look of disappointment and frustration.

"Master is talking badly about us to the new junior brother again..."

As soon as Song Zhiyuan finished speaking, a faint voice came from the side.

A strong yet sweet-voiced figure slowly emerged beside them.

"What? You won't let me say it?" Song Zhiyuan immediately puffed out his beard and glared at him.

"I'm not only going to tell you this, I'm going to tell every one of your junior brothers and sisters in the future! I told you not to go and investigate the whereabouts of that thing, but you insisted on going. And to make matters worse, you went in the middle of the night."

"We could have just found that thing eventually, but you two insisted on cultivating it. I repeatedly warned you not to cultivate any techniques randomly, but you wouldn't listen."

Zhao Xuelang pouted, but Chen Zhuo found her action very strange.

"Master, didn't you teach us to try more things? This was a very successful attempt for me and Junior Brother Li."

"success?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhiyuan immediately raised his fist as if to punch someone.

Seeing this, Senior Sister Zhao Xuelang quickly changed the subject.

"This must be the new junior brother. I am your senior sister, Zhao Xuelang. You can call me Senior Sister Zhao or Senior Sister."

"Hello, Senior Sister."

Chen Zhuo politely addressed her as "Senior Sister".

Zhao Xuelang nodded and took out two talismans from his person.

"Here, this is a gift for meeting you. I also gave your second senior brother his share."

As he spoke, he stuffed the item into Chen Zhuo's hand.

"Master, I have something to attend to, I'll be leaving now!"

Then, a surge of literary energy emanated from her, and the word "transmission" vanished in an instant, and Zhao Xuelang's figure disappeared from the spot.

Chen Zhuo was somewhat envious of this kind of literary skill.

The last time I saw it was on my master's body. It looked like the character "移" (yí). My eldest sister's character was "传" (chuán), and my youngest sister's character was "急" (jí).

I just don't know when I acquired this kind of travel writing style.

"Stop looking, they've already gone far away! This kind of literary skill isn't something as common as the Sun and Moon; it requires both luck and comprehension. Even if I had the text, you wouldn't be able to understand it."

Seemingly sensing Chen Zhuo's thoughts, Song Zhiyuan directly extinguished his beautiful dream.

But Chen Zhuo keenly caught a word.

"Master, you said you have similar literary texts here?"

Chen Zhuo rubbed his hands together, looking at him expectantly, wondering if it had a grade. If it had attributes, wouldn't that be...?

Seeing Chen Zhuo's appearance, Song Zhiyuan initially wanted to refuse, but then he thought that even his eldest disciple knew to give a gift, so he, as the master, couldn't lose face.

Thinking this, the word "space" appeared beside him, and a tiny hole emerged from it. Song Zhiyuan took out a book from it.

"Take it, take it. Don't look at me like that. Consider this your gift as our first meeting."

"Let me make this clear beforehand: I've given you the item, so don't blame me if you can't figure it out."

Chen Zhuo took the book, and a line of illusory small print appeared before his eyes.

[《Marching Log (Green)》: A record of the Shengtianfu Army's expeditions.]

"It actually works!" Chen Zhuo suppressed his excitement and thanked them repeatedly.

"Thank you, Master!"

Song Zhiyuan waved his hand, "Any other questions? If not, today's instruction will end here."

"There's one more thing."

Seeing that Song Shi was about to run away, Chen Zhuo hurriedly spoke up.

"Are the demons of the Long Night only those recorded in your classes and books?"