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"Xiao Chu, wait for me!"
When Huang Rong saw Chu Yang about to go inside, she quickly jumped off the carriage. After taking a few steps, she seemed a little worried and turned to Zhang Sanfeng with a sweet smile: "Grandpa Taoist, could you please take care of Mo Chou and Long'er for me? Chu Yang and I will be right back."
Zhang Sanfeng said with a wry smile, "Miss, who else on Shaoshi Mountain would dare to provoke Fellow Daoist Chu?"
Huang Rong looked around, and everyone around her looked terrified and uneasy; no one even dared to meet her gaze.
There's really nothing to worry about with a group of people who are terrified.
After Huang Rong passed through the main hall, walked through several corridors, and passed several halls, she stopped at an ancient pavilion.
Directly in front of her, Chu Yang was talking to an old monk who was sweeping the floor.
The old monk had snow-white eyebrows and beard, and looked very old. His hands, which held the broom, were covered with wrinkles, like the bark of an old tree.
But those bright, piercing eyes left a very deep impression on Huang Rong.
“Your murderous aura is very strong. You can go to the Sutra Repository and read some Buddhist scriptures to dispel it.”
The sweeping monk clasped his hands together in prayer.
"Why didn't you stop me just now? If you had Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang with you, you might have been able to take me down?"
Chu Yang looked at him with a half-smile.
"Absolutely impossible!"
The sweeping monk shook his head.
"Oh why?"
Chu Yang suddenly became curious.
"This old monk is dull-witted. He spent decades in the Sutra Repository comprehending the Dao and mastered almost all of the Buddhist martial arts. Only then did he barely grasp a little of the way of cultivation. He cannot be compared with Mr. Chu."
The sweeping monk paused for a moment, then sighed, "He's not as good as that Fellow Daoist Zhang from Wudang Mountain."
Chu Yang laughed heartily, "I thought you also wanted to help me, just like you did with Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo."
The sweeping monk was startled.
"Since you're not stopping me, I'll go in then." With that, Chu Yang turned around and waved to Huang Rong, signaling her to come in with him.
Huang Rong immediately beamed with joy, and like a little squirrel, she hopped and skipped after Chu Yang.
"Mr. Chu is already a god-like figure, so why is he still so attached to mortal martial arts?"
The sweeping monk was puzzled; he couldn't guess what Chu Yang was thinking.
"Because it's fun."
Chu Yang gave him an even more perplexing reason, and walked into the Sutra Repository under the bewildered gaze of the Sweeping Monk.
A month and a half later.
The carriage returned to that familiar small town from the Southern Song Dynasty.
Pushing open the gate and looking at the sun-drenched courtyard, Chu Yang felt as if he had stepped into another world.
Originally, I just wanted to get a copy of the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill", but I accidentally became a world-famous demon.
After putting down their luggage, Chu Yang, Li Mochou, and Huang Rong began cleaning the previously empty room, which would be where Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu would live from now on.
Cleaning wasn't difficult; there was just some dust, and the yard outside showed signs of having been cleaned.
If any of the families in the neighborhood have children attending Chu Yang's private school, they will spontaneously help Chu Yang with small tasks, such as cleaning, and Chu Yang never locks the door.
Even a thief wouldn't steal anything from Chu Yang's house.
Firstly, there was really nothing to steal from the house. Secondly, Chu Yang was a well-known good man in the surrounding area, with a good reputation, and he was also a schoolteacher. Even thieves these days had their code of honor.
After everything was tidied up, it was getting late, and there was no time to cook. Everyone was too tired to move, so Chu Yang took them to their usual restaurant.
Huang Rong was very happy, as it was the place where she and Chu Yang first met, and it held special significance for them.
The scars on Li Mochou's face have almost healed, with only faint traces remaining. Walking down the street, she can now face the stares of passersby with composure.
Little Dragon Girl, nestled in Li Mochou's arms, secretly observed the world around her.
In the main hall of the restaurant, the storyteller was sweating profusely as he told his story. Chu Yang and the others leaned closer to listen, their expressions turning somewhat strange.
"As you all know, a number one demon king has recently appeared in the martial arts world. No one knows his real name; he is simply called 'Mr. Chu'!"
"This Mr. Chu is quite remarkable! Even the hundreds-of-years-old Immortal Zhang from Mount Wudang was defeated by him!"
"Not long ago, it even happened at Shaoshi Mountain..."
The storyteller hesitated to bring down his gavel, reciting a long passage in one breath. The diners listened intently, their chopsticks never falling.
until……
The waiter who came out of the kitchen saw Chu Yang and his group and greeted them with a big smile.
"Oh, you're back!"
"Mr. Chu!"
The storyteller's voice came to an abrupt end!
The gavel in his hand slammed heavily to the ground!
The diners turned around in horror!
Chu Yang smiled.
"Ah."
"I am back."
Chapter 110. Two Zanpakuto, Kakashi's signature set!
110.
The world of spells.
An abandoned park.
The sudden downpour trapped Chu Yang, who had just completed his mission, here. Looking at the dark, heavy clouds, his expression was gloomy.
Five top-tier cursed spirits!
He killed a total of five top-tier cursed spirits this month!
An astonishing record!
It can be said that apart from Gojo Satoru, no one performed more amazingly than Chu Yang.
He also became the most talked-about sorcerer in all of Tokyo.
With such terrifying strength, he should have been promoted to a top-tier sorcerer long ago.
but……
There has been no news from the vocational college; Chu Yang is still only a level one sorcerer.
The pattering rain subtly soothed Chu Yang's emotions. "I thought that after becoming a top-level sorcerer, I would be able to access the Su Nuo Finger, a secret technique sealed by advanced sorcerers. Now it seems I have to find another way."
"As expected, things in life are never as smooth as planned."
After the rain subsided a little, Chu Yang breathed a sigh of relief and slowly walked into the rain.
"I've been looking for you for a long time. Why are you standing here in the rain all by yourself? You look so lonely. Did you break up with your boyfriend?"
Just as Chu Yang was frowning in worry, Gojo Satoru suddenly appeared, looking at him with a sly smile.
Raindrops falling on Gojo Satoru were bounced off by an invisible membrane, so even standing in the heavy rain, not a single part of his body got wet.
"Since you know I'm in a bad mood, then just say what you have to say and get to the point."
Chu Yang waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away flies.
"Those old men want to invite you to be a teacher at the Spellcasting Academy."
Gojo Satoru grinned.
"So that's the reason..."
Chu Yang stopped, a sneer playing on his lips. "A self-taught sorcerer, neither from a prestigious college nor a member of a powerful family, is not qualified to become a top-tier sorcerer. Are you going to brand me with the mark of a sorcerer from a prestigious college?"
Gojo Satoru's smile vanished. He crossed his arms behind his head and stretched. "That's roughly the idea. I have to say, after all these years, their thoughts and ways of doing things haven't changed at all. It's really annoying."
Chu Yang wasn't the only one who hated the current state of the sorcery world; Gojo Satoru's level of disgust was even greater than Chu Yang's, but he chose a different way to solve the problem.
Gojo Satoru wants to cultivate more outstanding young people so that they can grow up and replace the corrupt higher-ups.
This is a very time-consuming and energy-intensive method.
Given time, it might really bring about a brand new world of sorcery.
Chu Yang didn't have the patience for that; he chose to kill those people directly, but the man in front of him would definitely stop him.
"Senior, you should know that the time I spend teaching students is enough for me to complete several commissions. This cannot be compensated by a teacher's salary."
"Don't worry so much about money. You have enough savings now to buy a building in Tokyo, right?"