On the day Shen Zhibai entered the school, the result of the spiritual bond test——
Spiritual Awareness: One among ten thousand. Spiritual Contract: Zero.
The elder shook his head, the senior brother laughed, and the spiritual contract book was so white that it reflected light.
All he asked was: "Will they hurt?"
The audience was silent for three seconds, and then laughed even harder.
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Shen Zhibai was assigned to the Sacred Scripture Pavilion.
He thought he was okay, after all—
Every day I can hear the books in the Sutra Pavilion snoring.
Something seems not right in this world of cultivating immortals.
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Later he met Gu Changyuan.
The youngest elder of Cangwu Sect, a master of the first echelon in the world, as cold as ten thousand years of ice.
The first time Shen Zhibai saw him, he was frightened by his aura——
It's not pressure, it's pain.
Pain from old scars all over my body.
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Shen Zhibai: "Elder, the scars on your body..."
Gu Changyuan: "It has nothing to do with you."
Shen Zhibai: "But they are crying out in pain."
Gu Changyuan: "…………"
Gu Changyuan turned around and left.
But the next day, Shen Zhibai found that the broom he was sweeping had been replaced by a lighter one.
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Later Shen Zhibai discovered——
He said his spiritual veins were hurting, and others laughed at him. Gu Changyuan didn't smile.
He said he wanted to go down the mountain to check his spiritual veins, but others ignored him. Gu Changyuan said, "Let's go."
Without saying anything that he couldn't walk anymore, Gu Changyuan walked a little slower.
Just a little.
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Shen Zhibai thought to himself: This elder seems not as cold as others say.
Gu Changyuan thought to himself: How come this young man can feel everything.
Intention: Spiritual contracts are the rules of the world of immortality, but the rules may not be correct. When everyone is abiding by the shackles, two people excluded by the rules choose to go their own way.