Sect Recruitment: I Can See Attribute Entries

Chapter 351: Chapter 352: Have You Heard of the Face Token?

Li Junzi gazed at the Broken Pen, which was emitting a faint white glow. She drew a slow breath and reached out to grasp it.

The moment the pen touched her hand, a weighty surge of Literary Energy rippled outward. Li Junzi felt a stream of extraordinarily pure literary energy flooding into her body.

In that instant, she seemed to glimpse an old man with a faintly pained expression on his face. His clothes were slightly faded but meticulously neat. The only things about him that appeared unkempt were a cracked wine gourd at his waist and a calligraphy brush in his hand that had lost nearly all of its bristles. He was hunched over bamboo slips, writing quietly.

The old man suddenly stopped and turned his gaze toward Li Junzi.

Four eyes met across what felt like a thousand years.

A hint of a smile appeared on the old man’s face. He gave a slight nod, then turned back to his writing.

Li Junzi was startled, but then she too smiled and returned the nod.

So this was the Sub-Sage — he looked like nothing more than an ordinary old man.

Yet this ordinary old man had single-handedly ignited a new spark of civilization. Even if she could not forge an entirely new path of her own, she could at least extend the road a little further forward.

After all, the old man himself had just given her encouragement, had he not?

Chen Wenqian could not see what Li Junzi had seen, but he could feel the sheer depth and weight of that pure Literary Energy.

Was this the aura of the Sub-Sage of old?

It was truly... breathtaking.

That deepest layer of Literary Energy — Chen Wenqian knew he would never in his lifetime be able to fathom it.

Whether his own path was right or wrong, he had already reached its end.

If only there were enough time. If only Li Junzi were fast enough.

In truth, Chen Wenqian still wished to debate her one more time — to see what kind of brilliance would bloom from a path he himself had never explored.

Everyone’s eyes were on Li Junzi.

She raised the pen, and the paper on the table before her rose into the air.

Li Junzi looked at the hovering sheet and thought for a moment. Based only on what she had come to understand so far, she wrote eight characters: Read ten thousand books, travel ten thousand miles.

She could have written something more ornate, or something of deeper significance.

But Li Junzi did not. Things she had not yet fully accomplished herself — she would not write them down simply for the sake of appearances or prestige.

These words were for the students to read. Practical, honest truth was what mattered most.

The moment the eight characters were written, a soft white light pulsed and faded, and the paper drifted gently back down onto the table.

Li Junzi released the Broken Pen, bowed once more to the assembly, and turned to leave.

The Broken Pen hovered silently in midair.

Chen Wenqian watched Li Junzi walk away, utterly indifferent to the fact that she had just held one of Gentlemen Mountain’s greatest treasures. He bowed deeply in return.

Chu Xingchen rose leisurely to his feet. He gave Yuyang Daozi a light pat on the shoulder, then turned and strolled toward the door.

Yuyang Daozi shook his head slightly and stood to follow.

Gentlemen Mountain, Bamboo Grove Courtyard.

Li Junzi cheerfully poured tea for everyone, as though she had been the one to win the debate.

Yuyang Daozi stared at the cup before him. He knew full well it would not taste like Chen Baiqing’s tea, but he still took a sip with a flicker of hope.

The result was exactly as expected — a crushing disappointment.

Tch. This tea was essentially just leaves thrown into hot water.

But then again, he had gained something from these past few days, even if it would probably prove useless.

Still, there was something enjoyable about watching ordinary people argue passionately over principles — no schemes, no hidden plots, nothing but open and honorable debate.

He had expected to be ordered about like a beast of burden by Chu Xingchen the entire trip, but instead he had spent a few leisurely days.

And he had even gotten to drink Chen Baiqing’s tea.

He had to admit, his mood had improved considerably over the past few days.

Lin Luoyu looked at Li Junzi with concern in her eyes and asked first:

”Master, where do you plan to go?”

Li Junzi met her gaze and answered with a smile: ”Wherever the road leads. The world is vast — I should see all of it.”

Lin Luoyu turned to look at her master, her eyes seeking guidance.