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Chapter 425 That's great!

"Yingbao? Yingbao?"

Feng Xue waited for a long time, but the novelist's name still hadn't appeared above his head. Speechless, she called out twice more.

To everyone's surprise, upon hearing his call, Mo Ying responded quite rudely:

"Stop yelling! I've already lost dozens! If you keep pushing, you'll start seeing the black aura!"

"Huh? This guy looks pretty unlucky. The Ghostly Bewitching technique didn't work?" Feng Xue was slightly surprised. But if you said this guy was amazing, even a normal person would have felt the chilling winds after being hit with dozens of Ghostly Bewitching techniques. But this guy just stared blankly, as if he hadn't felt anything at all.

"It can't be that he's already dead, can it?" Feng Xue joked, but the numbers Guan Tianshou saw were undeniably true.

Feng Xue was still a little unwilling to give up, so she had Yingbao try spells like "ghostly blindfold" and "ghostly hand clapping," but they were completely useless.

"It's impossible for no one in this world to be afraid of ghosts, right? Even Confucius respected ghosts and gods!" Feng Xue muttered to herself, but in the end, she still gestured for Liu Yunxi to push the wheelchair over, while slowly weakening the spell on herself that made her less noticeable.

……

"Why is it still a bit cold in Xianyang in June?" Han Wen frowned as he lay on the table in a daze, but ignored it. It was said that a hundred schools of thought were contending, but novelists were always on the margins. Not to mention that they couldn't get good positions in the academy, even in this stage of the Hundred Schools of Thought, they would be squeezed to the periphery.

But if you want to be serious about it, there's no point. After all, even if you give him a prime location in the middle of the street, it probably won't make much of a difference. Rather than occupying a spot without using it, it's better to give it to those who need it more.

Actually, being listed among the Hundred Schools of Thought is certainly not an empty title. For example, some of the Rumor School, which is good at telling stories to the king, or the Street Talk School, which analyzes government policies for the common people, are quite popular. But his school is a rather unpopular one, even among novelists.

Their profession is to search for ancient relics and artifacts in the countryside. If they make a slight mistake, they become tomb raiders. If they can actually dig up some ancient books from previous dynasties, rare and unique copies, then they can be considered to have sacrificed their reputation for a greater cause. But if they can't dig up anything, then they have been beheaded for nothing.

In times of war, the Zhuye School was still somewhat useful. During the Warring States period, the Zhuye School often went to the ruins of the six states to study the local people's livelihood, culture, and customs. In the eyes of some of the people who survived the six states, it was one of the ways to preserve their heritage.

Unfortunately, Han Wen was born in an era when the seven kingdoms were pacified, the world was unified, and even the Xiongnu on the grasslands began to sing and dance. The written language was standardized and the gauge of carts was standardized. Confucianism was the dominant school of thought at the time, holding the power to interpret "rites." As long as rites were not lost, these various schools of thought naturally began to decline.

Even Han Wen sometimes felt that in a few more years, he might not be able to hold his mind steady and lose his true self.

"Sigh... If we can't settle things, so be it. At worst, we can switch to the street gossip school and start from scratch... It's just a pity about the eight hundred years of accumulation of the Moro-no-ha school..."

Thinking of this, Han Wen felt the candle in his mind flicker twice, and suddenly felt a chill in the air. He couldn't help but sigh twice more— "Oh well, it seems this candle in my mind really can't hold on anymore, it's even started to sway!"

Han Wen's face paled even more, like a salted fish that had lost its dreams. Back then, he was also full of vigor. He lit a candle at the age of ten, settled his true self at the age of twelve, and reached the doctoral level of passing on the torch at the age of seventeen. Unfortunately, his school of knowledge was ultimately not enough to support him to continue exploring.

Sometimes, when you reach the end of the road, you realize there is no way forward. This is far more despairing than a mediocre person's entire life of exploration.

"Excuse me, is this the novelist's booth?" Just as Han Wen's mood was getting heavier, a voice suddenly rang in his ear. The voice was so close that Han Wen instinctively jumped up.

"How could I not have noticed someone getting so close? Looks like my Heart Candle is really about to die!"

Although he felt negative, since someone had asked, his sense of propriety as a "court seeker" wouldn't allow him to be impolite, so he quickly stood up to greet them.

"Excuse me, I am Han Wen from the Zhuye School of novels. May I ask what brings you here?"

As he spoke, Han Wen raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the people in front of him.

The man's cultivation level was indiscernible, but he had fair skin, wore luxurious clothes, and had a jade pendant at his waist that was a rare and exquisite piece of jade. The wheelchair he sat in and the mechanisms on his wrists were also made by master craftsmen, indicating that he was of extraordinary wealth.

Beside him were two maids, one with white hair and a youthful face, still with the innocence of a child in her eyes. Although she did not seem to have settled into her true nature, one could tell from her figure and posture that she was quite talented. If she found the right path, she would surely soar to great heights.

The maid pushing the cart was even more extraordinary. Seeing her was like looking up at the moon, and her spiritual power was probably close to the legendary state of "the sun and moon shining together". A hundred years ago, she might have even been called "Master". Even in this era, it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was the leader of a small faction. But now she was pushing a cart for someone. The person she was pushing was naturally not simple.

Feng Xue didn't seem to care much about Han Wen's gaze. Her eyes darted around, and she had an idea. She immediately pointed to Fina beside her and said:
“I am Feng Xue from the Shenxiao Sect of the Yin-Yang School. My maid is not very suitable for our sect’s cultivation methods. Look at her, she’s already this old, all she has to offer is her brute strength. Now that the Hundred Schools of Thought are contending, I plan to look around and see if there’s anything suitable for her…”

"???" Hearing Feng Xue's words, Fina was full of question marks. Fortunately, Sarah knew her limits and stopped her impulse through neural signals before she could complain.

However, Fina didn't react, but Hanwen shook his head vigorously and said:
"This young lady is exceptionally talented; it would be a waste of her talent to become a novelist. To be honest, ten years ago there were seven or eight fellow disciples in the school, but now I am the only one left. Fortunately, I have reached the doctoral level and can barely shoulder the responsibility of preaching and spreading the teachings; otherwise, my school would probably have been extinct. Young master, you should find another school!"

"Oh, that's great!" Upon hearing this, Feng Xue immediately uttered a completely tactless remark. Normally, Feng Xue would never have spoken like this, but the person in front of her was clearly in dire straits. Trying to talk to him nicely would likely be difficult to break down his defenses. In this situation, a drastic measure was needed!
"What?" Han Wen's expression immediately darkened upon hearing this, but Feng Xue smiled and said:
"Since you are unwilling to accept talented disciples, the extinction of your lineage is almost inevitable. I happen to be looking to open a new school. Rather than let your classics be lost, you should entrust them to me. Perhaps they can be reborn!"

(End of this chapter)