When a Crow-Mouthed Book Cultivator Meets a Layman Who Practices the Mute Vow

Synopsis: What sparks will fly when a doom-speaking scholar cultivator meets a lay disciple of the Silent Speech Zen school? After the war between immortals and demons, the mortal realm recovered and regained its former prosperity after a century of peace. The most renowned institution of the past hundred years was the Four Seasons Academy, founded in the mortal realm by immortals. Everyone is born with spiritual gifts. The Four Seasons Academy accepts those in the mortal realm who possess one of four innate talents: music, chess, calligraphy, or painting. The academy is dedicated to “sweeping away injustice and restoring peace and order to the mortal realm,” and its students travel far and wide to put an end to injustice. Wu Wenyu is the second direct disciple of the academy head. In her previous life, she was unloved by her parents and died alone after a long illness. In this life, her family, master, and senior fellow disciples dote on her. At last, she has a chance to indulge her innermost desire: chatting! Yet even such a simple wish refuses to come true without a hitch. Who could have guessed? At long last, she can find people to chatter away with, but she’s developed a doom-speaking streak. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, and sometimes it only works on occasion. Just how unlucky she gets when it goes wrong depends entirely on how lucky she is when it goes right. The queen of verbal sparring refuses to be silenced by her master and family’s endless lectures. She just keeps talking and firing away! A little skit: When it goes wrong: Wu Wenyu looks at the ground littered with bones and mutters, “If you’re not careful, you could trip and break your neck.” Everyone else walks along just fine, but she trips again and again, and can only keep going with someone supporting her. When it goes right: During the selection trials, the spirit-treasure mice are hiding underground. They won’t come out, no matter what? No problem! She knows a spell! “Mice, come on over! Come from every direction!” The spirit-treasure mice come pouring out of their lair... And one even bumps into her arms and knocks itself unconscious...