Legend of the Great Sage (Chapter 201-Chapter 300)

However, with how much the school of Novels had already declined, the various rules only existed in name now. Liu Chuanfeng had witnessed Li Qingshan’s wealth before too, so he was unable to think of anything aside from this that could interest him.

Standing in the formation, Li Qingshan gained a deeper understanding of the importance of “environment” out of the four crucial elements to cultivation—wealth, companionship, method, and environment. If he cultivated here, it would be countless times more effective even if Qi Practitioners were unable to absorb the spiritual qi of the world.

And, he could absorb the spiritual qi of the world. His cultivation as a Qi Practitioner was about to take a qualitative leap forward.

He was unable to completely understand the value of this formation, but he knew that he had to pay spiritual stones whenever he used any facilities according to the rules of the academy. He was just about to ask.

Liu Chuanfeng said, “Cultivate well.” before turning around and leaving. Originally, he wanted to use his drunkenness to speak a few words of truth and touch Li Qingshan, but he never expected it to achieve the exact opposite effect. He was completely dejected now. He had already given up on hope. If a person like him practised the arts of the school of Novels, it truly would be a waste!

Looking at Liu Chuanfeng’s rather lonely figure, Li Qingshan said, “Hold on.”

Liu Chuanfeng turned around, and Li Qingshan said sincerely, “Thank you!”

Liu Chuanfeng forced out a smile. “You’re welcome. You’re the only disciple of our school of Novels after all.”

“But I’m very sorry.” Li Qingshan kept clear tabs on his debts of kindness. He had to pay him back, but he could not waste his precious time on a futureless cultivation method as a form of payback.

Liu Chuanfeng said, “There’s no need to say anything. I understand. I won’t try to force you into it anymore.”

Li Qingshan said, “Why must you write those kinds of books?”

Liu Chuanfeng lowered his head and clenched his fist. “I don’t want to write that stuff either. You know that the novels I write are, are trash. But no one is willing to read what I write seriously. If no one reads my novels, I can’t gather any power of belief.”

“Then why don’t you just abandon the cultivation method of the school of Novels? With your cultivation at the tenth layer, all you need to do is put in a bit of work, and there’s a great chance that you’ll reach Foundation Establishment.”

“If I do that, I’ll just be a regular cultivator, and the path of the school of Novels will really end for good. The previous school leader, who was also my master, held my hand before he passed away, telling me to continue the legacy of the school of Novels. You might look down on me, but regardless of what you think of me, I’m a novelist!”



With that, a great burden seemed to be lifted from Liu Chuanfeng’s shoulders. He raised his head and murmured, “Master, I’ve done everything I can.”

“Revitalising the school of Novels is not necessarily impossible,” Li Qingshan suddenly said at this moment.

Liu Chuanfeng turned around in a hurry. “You’re willing to practise the arts of my school of Novels?”

Li Qingshan said, “I never said that.”

“Then…?”

“However, I might be able to help you. Though, I do have one condition. Recall and destroy all of those… novels.”

Liu Chuanfeng wanted to object instinctually. Those pieces of trash were all the treasure he had left.

“There’s no need to panic. Time is not scarce, whether it’s for you or for me. You have plenty of time to think about it. Whether it’s ten days or a hundred days, I await your answer.” With that, Li Qingshan entered the centre of the formation. He crossed his legs and sat down, closing his eyes and meditating.





Chapter 299: The Night of the Rise of the School of Novels | Legend of the Great Sage




Li Qingshan roused from his meditative state. By then, the moon had already risen to the centre of the sky, illuminating the ground with a silver glow.

The moonlight carved up the rows upon rows of bamboo structures into light and shadows.

On the ground, a pillar of light rose up into the air, complementing the moonlight.

Suddenly, he realised that he was in the pillar of light. It was the light gathered by the formation.

Within his sea of qi, his true qi became even more plentiful. Under the suppression of the spirit turtle and the purification of the sumeru ring, it was like a clear, boundless lake, sitting still without the slightest ripple. However, as long as he needed to, he could create great waves in it and destroy everything before him.

Li Qingshan smiled. With the assistance of this formation, there were no longer any obstacles to him as a Qi Practitioner. He made his way out of the formation and followed the crisscrossing corridors, returning to his residence, a bamboo building by the lake.

After he had chosen it in the morning, he did not even have the time to tidy through it.

He was about to stay for a very long time in the academy, so he had to tidy and clean it properly.

Lantern light shimmered in the bamboo structure, along with a few soft voices. Li Qingshan smiled and entered through the door.

Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai currently sat before one another. They turned their heads together. “Qingshan.”

Li Qingshan made his way over to the table and sat down. He asked nonchalantly, “Have you decided?”

“I have.” Liu Chuanfeng’s eyes were red as if he had cried earlier. Agreeing to Li Qingshan’s condition was equivalent to casting aside all of his hard work in the past. It also meant that all the characters he had created one by one would leave him forever, never to appear in this world again.

Even if they were all fake, without the slightest sense of liveliness, they had accompanied him through countless days and nights after all. If it were not for Sun Fubai’s persuasions, he would have never decided in such a short amount of time.

Sun Fubai said, “When the sun rises, I’ll order people to recall and destroy those novels.”

Li Qingshan said, “Then there’s no need for that. You can just let them fade away by themselves.”

“Huh?” Liu Chuanfeng widened his eyes.

Li Qingshan said, “All I need is your determination. I hate people who don’t want to sacrifice anything and just want to sit there, waiting for someone else to come save them. Fortunately, you’re not one of them.”

As if he had been saved from a hopeless situation, Liu Chuanfeng grabbed Li Qingshan’s hands and thanked him incessantly.

After he calmed down, Li Qingshan said, “Then let’s begin!”

“How do we begin?” Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai looked at one another.

Li Qingshan shrugged. “By teaching me the cultivation method of the school of Novels of course.”

“Y- you’re willing to learn?” Liu Chuanfeng asked in disbelief. Li Qingshan had been quite firm with his attitude originally.

“Not necessarily. I need to understand it first, but there’s a possibility that I’ll learn it. I’m not the saviour of the world. It’s not like I can save the school of Novels without even understanding the predicament it’s in,” Li Qingshan said obviously. The principle he followed was going all the way, or not even starting.

Liu Chuanfeng was emotional, but Sun Fubai was slightly worried. Could it still be revived when fresh, new blood was channeled into this old, rotting body? Or would the blood just go to waste along with it?



But regardless of all that, the school of Novels that had halted for many years began to advance forwards once again.

“Senior brother, you tell him!”

Sun Fubai cleared his throat and began the lesson.