Chapter 111 — Demon Shadows Dance upon the Cresting Waves
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Shen Mu slowly let out a turbid breath.
This news was far too shocking; he could not help but digest it piece by piece. Though the office of Grand Libationer of the Imperial Academy was only of the third rank and appeared not particularly exalted, it was in truth far too important. The Grand Academy governed the world's cultivation arts and divine abilities, compiling them into volumes; it could be called the holy of holies among the sacred grounds of martial and divine arts under heaven, supreme and without equal.
Moreover, the officials of Jingping Kingdom often came from the Grand Academy; every person who emerged from there could be said to be a disciple of the young Patriarch, bound by the bond of master and pupil. This office was not great, but its power to rally was too strong!
Add to that the hidden identity of the young Patriarch, and it became truly terrifying.
Fu Qingyun said, "Now that you have come to my place, young master, you should rest for a few days first, and go to the Grand Academy another day.
Only, if you wish to enter the Grand Academy, you must pass certain trials. " Shen Mu asked in doubt, "What trials?
" "The Grand Academy is not a place just anyone can enter.
One must become a Grand Scholar before one may go in.
" Fu Qingyun smiled. "The Patriarch's meaning is naturally that you should first become a Grand Scholar. This year's examination for Grand Scholars is about to begin.
You will be tested alongside scholars from all regions; once you complete the examination, you may enter.
" "Thank you, Sister Yun'er.
" Shen Mu let out a breath of relief and smiled. "I have no place to stay yet, so I will lodge here with you for a few days, Sister Yun'er. " Fu Qingyun lowered her voice.
"There is certainly no reason you cannot stay here, young master, only you must beware of the few little minxes in my household.
They are full of schemes, and they would give anything to climb over my head and make themselves the Patriarch's widow. " Shen Mu turned bright red and stammered, "There is such a thing?
" Fu Qingyun giggled. "Young master, at this rate you will not withstand their provocations. Come with me; I have arranged a room for you.
" The room Fu Qingyun arranged was quite elegant, though by the look of its furnishings it seemed more like a place where a girl lived; even the bedding was fragrant.
Fu Qingyun said hastily, "This is where I take my brief rests. If it does not suit you, young master, we can change to another.
" "No need.
" Shen Mu set his bundle on the table, but Fu Qingyun still had not left the room. Biting her bright red lips, she said softly, "Does young master have any other instructions? " "No, thank you, Sister Yun'er.
" Even as Shen Mu spoke, the bundle stirred, and out from within burrowed a small white fox carrying a tiny pack of its own.
Fu Qingyun took one look, turned, and walked out, muttering, "No wonder.
So he brought his own little fox spirit. .
. " Xue Hu'er reeked of wine. Shen Mu frowned. "Ling'er, you hid in the bundle and drank secretly!
" "I did not! " The white fox was tipsy, and suddenly gave a drunken hiccup. She clapped her mouth shut in a fluster, then hiccuped again, rose on her two hind legs, swayed, and nearly toppled off the table.
Shen Mu was caught between laughter and tears.
He took an empty wine flask from the bundle. "Still say you did not? These past days I have been studying the Great Nurturing Dark Demon Scripture, and I happened upon a cultivation method suited to you, called the Creation Spirit Art.
I have already comprehended it thoroughly these past days and meant to teach it to you, and now here you are dead drunk. " The fox on the table finally toppled off.