Achieving the Dao from the Hundred Schools of Thought

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The blue ox shook its head, sneezed, glanced sideways at Zhuang Weiyang, and then lowered its head to nibble on some grass.

Zhuang Weiyang's eyes were bloodshot. She had been traveling for days without time to rest, and her nap was interrupted, making her most tired.

But he wasn't sleepy at all.

Why does this ox seem to eat endlessly?

Zhuang Weiyang's clothes were soaked with sweat, her limbs were sore and she felt uncomfortable all over, but she could only manage a forced smile.

He glanced at the oxen one moment, then at his father resting with his eyes closed on the ox's back, and couldn't help but wail inwardly:

Why isn't this blue ox moving?

Just as Zhuang Weiyang was feeling restless, Laozi on the ox's back opened his eyes.

"You little ox..." Laozi waved his sleeve, and Zhuang Weiyang fell into a deep sleep.

"Moo—" The green ox raised its head and shook its head, as if replying to Laozi. Then it stopped teasing Zhuang Weiyang and continued westward.

After Lao Tzu left, the system's garbled text finally appeared.

[Reward: Divine Power - Eternal Dream]

【Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns: The Great Divine Power of Dreams allows one to connect with the person they desire and meet them in their dreams. Currently, there are 0/1 spots remaining.】

Unbeknownst to Zhuang Weiyang, who was fast asleep, she had unintentionally used a supernatural power in her dream – the Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns.

Unconscious and unaware, without time or space.

"Where am I?"

Zhuang Weiyang sat blankly in a classroom. The desks, the blackboard, and even the bulletin board at the back were exactly the same as she remembered.

"Am I dreaming?" Zhuang Weiyang looked around; she was the only one in the classroom.

Zhuang Weiyang got up and looked around. When she got to the door, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open it.

The same applies to the windows.

Looking out the window, it seemed like there was only smog, a vast expanse of white.

Unable to get out, Zhuang Weiyang groped around the classroom.

The matte finish of the blackboard, the chalk dust left on your hands...

"This is so realistic!"

Zhuang Weiyang casually pulled a lollipop out of the desk drawer, unwrapped it, and popped it into her mouth.

It was as sweet as I remembered.

"What exactly is going on?"

Zhuang Weiyang subconsciously tapped the table lightly with her index finger.

"Such a realistic dream can only have two possibilities."

"First, an achievement has been triggered; this was created by my divine power."

"Second, Lao Tzu saw I was sleepy, so he put me into a dream."

As I pondered, the white mist slowly diffused into the room through the tightly closed doors and windows.

Zhuang Weiyang stood up and went to a corner of the podium, away from the white mist.

The unexpected events in his dream made him more vigilant.

After the white mist entered the classroom, it slowly condensed on the seats, and soon formed a human figure.

In an instant, it materialized into the form of a young boy!

The young man, dressed in fine clothes and with a handsome face, showed no sign of panic despite being a newcomer.

Zhuang Weiyang couldn't help but sigh: What a fine young man!

The boy looked around and saw only Zhuang Weiyang.

He stood up, performed a fist and palm salute, and said loudly:

"I wonder why you have summoned me here, and what you desire?"

Zhuang Weiyang secretly clicked her tongue in amazement: He was truly dashing, and although he looked only twelve or thirteen years old, he was so neither humble nor arrogant.

Arriving in an unfamiliar place, the first thing he asks is what others want—how arrogant!

Zhuang Weiyang remained calm and replied:

"When I fell asleep, this was the place I found when I opened my eyes. I don't know how I got here."

Ying Zheng observed Zhuang Weiyang without making a sound.

Although this person's breathing was steady, his breaths lacked the long, powerful quality of a cultivator.

The clothes were ordinary, stained and mostly torn, indicating that the person came from an ordinary family and lived in the wilderness.

Ying Zheng understood, and laughed loudly, "Since a person with great supernatural powers has captured us, whether intentionally or unintentionally, neither I nor you have the power to resist."

"Since you're here, make the best of it. My name is Zhao Qin. May I ask your name?"

Zhuang Weiyang pondered for a moment and replied, "My name is Zhuang Weiyang."

When Ying Zheng heard Zhuang Weiyang's name, his body stiffened, unsure whether to perform the fist salute or not.

Ying Zheng steadied himself and cautiously asked, "Sir, where are you from? What path do you cultivate?"

Seeing the change in his attitude, Zhuang Weiyang suppressed her doubts and replied:

"Currently, I am a person from the Wu Kingdom... As for cultivation, I have not yet decided on a path."

Upon hearing this answer, Ying Zheng remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was even more astonished, and echoed:

"That is indeed the case. Our human race is different from other races. Once the path is set, it cannot be changed. We must indeed be cautious."

"I see that you are not an ordinary person. Do you have great ambitions and want to establish your own school of thought and open a new path for our human race?" Ying Zheng asked tentatively without changing his expression.

Zhuang Weiyang was overjoyed upon hearing this.

Establishing one's own school of thought—isn't that a hidden profession?

Each hidden profession has its own unique characteristics, but they all share one thing in common—supermodel!

"What is meant by establishing one's own school of thought? I humbly request your clarification, young master! I thank you." Zhuang Weiyang bowed again. The path to enlightenment was so close, she could no longer act like a demure young lady.

Ying Zheng showed no impatience whatsoever; he now felt as if mythology had come to life, and continued in reply:

In ancient times, Cangjie created characters and left behind the "Cangjie Script".

"A person with great perseverance and wisdom, who has studied poetry and books diligently for ten years and possesses the seeds of supernatural powers even in the mortal realm, can open the path by reading the Cangjie Book once."

"This method does not follow the path of the sages, therefore it does not need their influence."

Even if you fail, you can increase your understanding of supernatural powers, which will be of great benefit to your future spiritual practice.

Zhuang Weiyang pondered to herself, "Isn't this [Cangjie Book] just a job-changing book?"

In both past and present lives, I've spent at least twenty years studying.

I already possess the seed of supernatural power.

"I wonder if this young master knows the contents of the Cangjie Book? How can you pass it on to me?" Zhuang Weiyang asked directly.

The journey is the most arduous!

This dream is most likely related to myself.

You can repay the favor later.

Ying Zheng nodded first, then shook his head.

Under Zhuang Weiyang's questioning gaze, Ying Zheng explained:

"I only know the first eight characters, but according to the records of my human race, even the most talented person needs all twelve characters to comprehend the Dao."

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Weiyang couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

The hidden profession is within reach, but it's just one step away.

Seeing this, Ying Zheng didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only say, "I will write these eight characters down for you first, and if I get the rest, I will tell you, how about that?"

He composed himself, imitated Ying Zheng's fist-and-palm salute, and thanked him:

"Then thank you, young master."

Is there a place to write here?

Zhuang Weiyang smiled slightly and led Ying Zheng to the podium to teach him how to use chalk.

Ying Zheng clicked his tongue in amazement, and then began to write a single character crookedly on the blackboard.

"Sir, I am not very used to this way of writing."

"Please wait a moment, sir, while I rewrite it for you."

"Sir, sir?"

As Ying Zheng was writing, he did not hear Zhuang Weiyang's reply and turned around in confusion.

But then they saw that Zhuang Weiyang, who was sitting in the chair, had already closed her eyes.

It then turned into smoke and slowly dissipated.

Ying Zheng stared blankly at Zhuang Weiyang as she disappeared, then smiled.

"Truly worthy of being the head of all schools of thought, Zhuang Weiyang!"