393: Is this guy from a Buddhist temple?

When the classroom quieted down, the first class began.

“Classmates, please take out your Chinese textbook and turn to the first page.”

As everyone opened their textbooks to the first page, they were immediately captivated by the content.

Zhuge Rizhao, however, let out a direct sigh.

“Damn it! It’s Famous historical poet’s ‘A Farewell to Mount Ti Old woman in a Dream’! Holy crap, it’s so long. They won’t make us memorize it later, right?!”

Chu Mo glanced at him and calmly said, “Based on my incredibly rich experience, they definitely will!”

Zhuge Rizhao: “...”

Memorizing, especially such lengthy poems, was the most headache-inducing task!

A group of Confucian cultivators, however, were drawn to the verses, especially those with high cultural attainment.

“Wonderful! Wonderful! This poem is truly wonderfully written!”

“The Concept is magnificent, and the changes are elusive and unpredictable! The ideological content of this poem is incredibly complex.”

“This mortal poet named Famous historical poet must have suffered political setbacks, with mental anguish and resentment festering within him. Under such circumstances, he composed this poem, hoping an Immortal would take him away from this mortal world to achieve great freedom and ease.”

Fei Wu couldn't help but exclaim, while other Confucian cultivators also held the poem, muttering to themselves and commenting.

On the podium, the teacher nodded continuously at the words of these Confucian cultivators.

“These students have great Comprehension Ability; everything you’ve said is correct! So, let us begin today’s study of this poem!”

It must be said that these Confucian cultivators were very talented when it came to ancient poetry.

They could grasp the crucial points at a glance.

And Zhuge Rizhao?

“Isn’t it expressing Famous historical poet’s longing for his hometown? How did it become about unfulfilled ambitions?”

Beside him, Chu Mo said with extreme exasperation, “Don’t get it confused. Famous historical poet expressed his homesickness in ‘Quiet Night Thought’.”

After saying these words, his gaze swept over several Confucian cultivators.

He had to admit, these Confucian cultivators were truly cut out for studying; even without prior exposure, they could discern the author’s emotions expressed in ancient poetry.

Then, Chu Mo looked at Zhuge Rizhao beside him.

In the future competition for first place, Zhuge Rizhao shouldn't pose a threat to him... Of course, he couldn't rule out that he was currently feigning ignorance.

“Are you willing to play the fool to mislead everyone? You scoundrel!”

Under circumstances where only one person could leave the school, even if Liu, Guan, and Zhang came, they would have to part ways.

A class, forty-five minutes, ended quickly.

In this Chinese class, all the Confucian cultivators were very active when the teacher called on students to answer questions, aiming to leave a good impression on the teacher.

Of course, they succeeded.

Especially Fei Wu, a fellow with considerable Confucian Dao attainment, who was even appointed as the Chinese Class Representative by the Chinese teacher.

After announcing the homework—to recite the entire ‘A Farewell to Mount Ti Old woman in a Dream’—the Chinese teacher left.

Not dragging out the class made Chu Mo and Zhuge Rizhao somewhat unaccustomed.

During break time, Fei Wu, acting as the Chinese Class Representative, pulled Chu Mo, Zhuge Rizhao, and Zhuge Changde aside to discuss his gains from the class.

“I never expected it! Never expected it! In just one class, I feel my literary Qi has improved. Moreover, after becoming the Chinese Class Representative, I feel my Comprehension Ability for the content in these textbooks has become stronger, my memory has also improved somewhat, and my thinking has become more agile.”

“Hmm?!”

The three of them looked at him in unison.

A position, with special effects?

Soon, Zhuge Changde reacted and offered his analysis: “This Chinese Class Representative position should be equivalent to an official position in a Dynasty. The higher the rank of an official position in a Dynasty, the greater the national luck blessing received.

And the official positions we can obtain in the class should be the same!”

Zhuge Changde was indeed an old Jianghu hand.

He managed to deduce a general situation based on just a few pieces of information.

Coincidentally, Chu Mo also thought the same when he heard that the Chinese Class Representative could enhance Comprehension Ability.

“Class positions can enhance Comprehension Ability, memory, and agility of thought. What does this represent? Encouraging us to compete for class leadership roles?”

Chu Mo was pondering, analyzing.

This so-called Secret Realm seemed completely different from the ones he created.

His Secret Realms were pure torment.

They trained those who experienced them through endless suffering.

When they emerged, their self-learning ability, stress resistance, and understanding of human wickedness would greatly improve.

Of course, their resentment would also skyrocket.

But these weren't important.

What was important was that this Heaven and Earth Secret Realm, created by the Sage of Literature, truly seemed different.

“Class cadres... school rules...”

Chu Mo felt as if he was about to grasp something, but it always eluded him.

At this moment, because it was break time, Lü Fan, who had been punished to stand, also had a chance to catch his breath.

He angrily approached Chu Mo, with an old man standing beside him.

Lü Fan did not speak.

Instead, the old man looked at Chu Mo kindly and said to him, “Young friend, I am the Holy Master of the Shenyan Immortal Court’s First Immortal Manor...”

Shenyan Immortal Court... First Immortal Manor... Holy Master... Although Chu Mo already knew that the Great Yan New Emperor had joined the Shenyan Immortal Court’s First Immortal Manor and had an Immortal King Dao Protector by his side, he still felt a bit nervous when he truly met Immortal King Lin Dao.

He carried too many secrets.

This Immortal King before him was also from the Shenyan Immortal Court. If he discovered his secrets, even if Immortal King Zhuge Changde could block the opponent and buy him a chance to escape, he truly had no confidence in facing the Shenyan Immortal Court’s subsequent pursuit.

“Young friend and my Immortal Manor’s Disciple certainly had a past grievance, but it’s better to resolve enmity than to keep it. Let bygones be bygones, young friend, what do you think?”

Upon hearing this, not only was Chu Mo slightly surprised, but even Lü Fan beside him was stunned.

Better to resolve enmity than to keep it?

What kind of talk was this!

“Do you know the nature of the grievance between him and me?” Chu Mo couldn't help but ask.

Immortal King Lin Dao glanced at Lü Fan, then said, “I know! There is indeed a blood feud between you and Lü Fan, but when will endless vengeance ever end? This enmity should be put down!”

His gaze changed.

Chu Mo’s gaze towards Immortal King Lin Dao completely changed. Was this guy, by any chance, a monk? He couldn’t be!

“I am willing to resolve this enmity, but what about him? Is he willing? The deaths of his father and sister are inextricably linked to me! I waged war against the Holy Land he belonged to, his father and sister were caught in the battle, both severely injured, and then killed by his brother. This kind of hatred, of course, I am willing to let go, but is he willing?!”

Chu Mo, like kicking a ball, passed the question to Lü Fan.

Anyway, a reconciliation between the two of them was impossible. It was this Immortal King before him who made him think he was a monk from somewhere, just wearing a wig.