Chapter 1693: Qufu

"As expected of the teacher of ten thousand generations..."

Wu Chen sighed.

"Not only is Teacher Kong's strength unparalleled throughout the ages, but he also made indelible contributions to the transmission of various professions and disciplines. As far as I know, among the upper, middle, and lower professions, he helped revise and set levels for no fewer than twenty!"

Xing the Sword Saint's eyes shone.

The master teacher lineage was passed down from Teacher Kong, and every master teacher held him in the utmost admiration.

Zhang Xuan did not chat with the others; instead, he looked toward the majestic temple within the "sun," a hint of doubt in his eyes. Vaguely, it seemed something was calling out to him.

The Library of Heaven's Path seemed to sense this, gently shaking as countless books rustled.

"Could it be... that within this Confucian Temple, there is an item that can upgrade the library?"

He frowned.

The library had always been calm, almost never stirring, yet now it trembled ceaselessly—inexplicably strange.

Even when he went to the Heaven's Secret Master Guild last time, it hadn't been this excited.

Could it be that within this relic left by Teacher Kong, there was a treasure the library craved?

If so, he had to obtain it no matter what.

Throughout his journey, from obscurity to fame across the world, what he relied on was not astonishing talent, noble character, or relentless diligence... but the library!

Without it, he might still be struggling in the Tianxuan Kingdom, striving to become a one-star master teacher.

This was his greatest reliance and trump card. If it could advance again, he would not back down even in the face of danger.

His Eye of Insight shone as he looked into the light. Although he had reached Qufu, flying millions of kilometers, he still could not see how deep the temple was, giving the illusion of viewing flowers through a mist.

"The Confucian Temple lies within a folded space. If it hasn't fully opened, even an ancient sage flying for ten years might not reach it!"

Luo Ruoxi said.

Zhang Xuan was astonished.

This feeling was like the sun in his previous life—hanging overhead, seemingly within reach, yet even light took eight minutes to arrive.

"If it's that far away, yet we can see it so brilliantly... how large must this relic be?" he couldn't help asking.

The sun was like that because of its immense size.

Could this Confucian Temple be the same?

"The relic should not be large; it's just an application of spatial laws, not a great distance," Luo Ruoxi said with a smile.

She seemed to know a great deal about this temple.

As they chatted, an ancient city appeared before them, and they flew straight toward it.

The location of the Confucian Temple: Qufu!

This city was not as bustling or majestic as the Empire Alliance, and its buildings, standing for who knows how many years, appeared somewhat old and dilapidated. Yet upon entering, one felt a sense of peace and tranquility, like a baby returning to its mother's embrace.

"This is... the special aura emitted by Heaven's Recognition of a Master Teacher?"

The aura within the city was very similar to the one that surged into his body during Heaven's Recognition, only countless times thinner.

"Literature has its literary aura, martial arts have their martial fortune. This is the unique teacherly culture of master teachers, also called 'teacherly wind.' Bathed in it for a long time, one's state of mind improves rapidly, thoughts become more unimpeded, and thus inner demons vanish and distracting thoughts cease!"

Seeing his expression, Xing the Sword Saint laughed.

"Teacherly wind?" Zhang Xuan understood.

In fact, this special aura appeared not only during Heaven's Recognition but also when master teachers paid homage to their ancestors, receiving feedback of aura—a symbol of culture.

It was through this that master teachers could win the people's trust and willing obedience, rather than through violent suppression.

"Has it always been like this here?"

Sensing that, as the other had said, this aura could clear one's mind and smooth thoughts, Zhang Xuan looked over in confusion.

If it was always like this, its effect on master teachers would far surpass even the Master Teacher Pavilion headquarters!

"Before the Confucian Temple opened, although this 'teacherly wind' existed, it was very thin and had little effect. But living here year-round, the progress was still significant! That's why this place is called the ancestral land of master teachers. Countless master teachers who have reached nine-star come here, not to cultivate or go into seclusion, but to live ordinary, stable lives to temper their state of mind!"

After explaining, Xing the Sword Saint pointed casually: "Look at that carpenter. Do you notice anything unusual?"

Zhang Xuan looked.

Indeed, by the street, he saw a carpenter making furniture. His hands were full of calluses, every movement as precise as if measured by a ruler. Wood chips flew, and soon a finished product appeared before him.

"He is... a nine-star master teacher?"

Zhang Xuan was horrified.

This carpenter showed no strength in his movements, and no true qi could be felt in his body, but when observed carefully with the Eye of Insight, one could easily see that the qi in his dantian was as vast as an ocean, with no end in sight. He was probably not only a nine-star master teacher but also stronger than Zhang Xuan himself!

"Yes, this is a famous master teacher from three hundred years ago, who had already reached the Golden Body realm, the second level of Great Sage. He must be even stronger now!"

Xing the Sword Saint nodded.

"A Golden Body realm expert, doing carpentry?"

Zhang Xuan couldn't believe it.

He had always thought that experts at this level were very rare among humans, but here in Qufu, a random carpenter he saw had reached this level.

"Yes, look at that fishmonger over there, and that chicken butcher... they were all once famous nine-star master teachers, not very strong back then, but now they are at least at the same level as us, the third level of Great Sage, Heart's Blood Surge!"

Xing the Sword Saint pointed further and explained: "If not for your incident, we two had planned to come here, live ordinary lives, experience the hardships of daily necessities, increase our state of mind, and aim for higher realms!"

Zhang Xuan looked around.

As he said, many of the ordinary-looking people around had reached the Great Sage level.

Super experts rarely seen in various families before were as common as cabbage here.

No wonder it was called the ancestral land of master teachers—truly extraordinary.

"By the way, Xuan'er, what is your state of mind score now? For a master teacher's progress, this is the most important thing. If the state of mind score is insufficient, the heart is not calm, the intent is not pure, and breaking through to higher realms becomes increasingly difficult!"

Xing the Sword Saint suddenly looked over, curious.

Cultivation could progress quickly with high talent, sufficient resources, and a good teacher, but state of mind... could only increase step by step, not be rushed. How had his genius son, only twenty years old, become a nine-star master teacher, and what was his state of mind score, and how had he cultivated it?

"Mine?"

Zhang Xuan hesitated for a moment, then did not hide it: "29.1!"