Qi Cheng wiped his tears as he followed along.

The heavy camp tent opened, and the starry sky scattered into the camp, illuminating Wo Long's blue robe.

Xu Wencai quietly gazed up at the heavenly star constellations, not knowing how long it was before he murmured softly, breaking the silence: "So fast."

Yes, so fast!

Thinking back fifty years ago, when he was in his thirties and had achieved nothing, for he had offended the local examiners and had never even managed to pass the exam to become a Scholar his entire life.

Others might fail the exams but at least could call themselves "poor Scholars," a small achievement in distinction, yet he was merely "an old scholar."

Due to lack of productive work and the cost of reading books consuming Silver Coin, the Xu Family, which was already struggling to make ends meet, became increasingly impoverished.

His wife could no longer endure the days of hunger and cold, and thus eloped with someone, turning him into the laughingstock of the entire village; his father was so enraged he fell ill and never recovered.

Later, when famine struck Po Yang, his elderly mother secretly gave her last rations to him, still numbing himself with reading, and she starved to death on her bed without even Silver Coin for a gravestone...

Xu Wencai was unwilling, so he traveled far and wide, hoping to meet a wise lord who could recognize talent but unfortunately wasted half his life achieving nothing.

Until despair upon returning to his old home in Po Yang, he was taken as a soldier for failing to pay the tax Silver.

An Ding Prefecture's border guard at the Po Yang Left Army Thousand Households...

Xu Wencai remembered distinctly, the designation not a word off.

There, he met a young man, a young man willing to listen to him, a young man willing to entrust him with command of all the city's troops when Barbarians were at the gates!

From that moment, Xu Wencai knew he had finally met a discerning eye for his talent, his Bo Yue.

Later, he became Mr. Wo Long, a founding hero of the Great Han, assisting Your Majesty in unifying the realm, establishing a peaceful era, rising to the position of Prime Minister in the cabinet, beneath one person but above thousands— even cultivators skilled in flying or Earth Tunneling must treat him with respect!

No regrets, no regrets, no regrets!!!

Xu Wencai's vision began to blur, and he grasped his disciple's hand: "Little Chengzi, you are naturally wise, with excellent cultivation talent. You are bound to achieve great things and accompany Your Majesty on a long journey, but I hope you always remember what you once said and know that wherever you go, you are always a 'scholar.'"

"Master, do not worry..."

Qi Cheng's pupils were red as if dripping blood, tears unabated, yet he declared resolutely: "Disciple will surely inherit Master's legacy, work tirelessly for the Great Han, and give my life!"

"Under my bed, there is a book containing Divine Secret Techniques for probing Heavenly Mechanisms; it is the last thing I can give you."

"However, cultivators who practice this will surely face divine retribution; the specifics you must see for yourself, and whether to choose to cultivate depends entirely on your own decision."

At this point, Xu Wencai's voice became as faint as a mosquito's: "Little Chengzi, do you have a courtesy name?"

Qi Cheng choked and answered: "Student is from a poor background, born in a war-torn land; even the name was given by Master later— how could I have a courtesy name?"

"Then let this old man give you another... another courtesy name."

Xu Wencai struggled to say word by word: "Bo Yue, how about it?"

"Student bows in gratitude to Master for bestowing the name!"

With the nickname Young Qilin, Qi Cheng bowed to the ground, crying uncontrollably.

After handling the final arrangements, Xu Wencai looked to the starry sky with relief: "Just a pity I won't see the outcome of this great battle between righteousness and demons— my mission incomplete..."

As his voice fell, he gently closed his eyes, never to breathe again.

In the autumn night of the twenty-seventh year of Tian Wu, the Beidou Seven Stars suddenly fell into chaotic order, and the Emperor Star of the Ziwei Constellation was shrouded in three layers of blood-colored halos, its starlight flickering like festering sores, with the middle star of the Three Towers extinguished in darkness.

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