According to common sense, with Yutian Mountain's well-known reputation, how could the unknown Bailu Academy be qualified to move in?
Look at the neighboring mountains, there are no famous sightseeing spots built on them.

Even though it is a big temple with a lot of worshippers, compared with Bailu Academy, there is a huge gap between them. They are totally not on the same level.

But the strange thing is that since Bailu Academy was built here more than a thousand years ago, the monks and Taoists from the temples and Taoist temples.

He did not cause any trouble to the academy. Instead, he treated the scholars who occasionally came in and out of the academy, no matter whether they were children who were still childish.

They were all young and high-spirited people, and they were all polite to each other. This incident made many people drop their jaws and be filled with surprise.

Another puzzling thing about Bailu Academy is that the ages and status of the students enrolled vary greatly.

There are both the only sons of wealthy families who are pampered by their parents, and there are also children of poor farmers and peddlers who work hard in the fields.

The ages range from little kids of six or seven to young men in their twenties.

Moreover, the time for recruiting disciples every year is like a joke, not fixed at all. Sometimes they recruit disciples every three or four years, and sometimes there is no movement for seven or eight years.

What makes it even more mysterious is that, among those who have entered this academy, very few have ever walked out of the main gate. There is an air of mystery everywhere.

Of course, this mystery only exists for the local residents living at the foot of Yutian Mountain.

The secular world outside the mountain has no idea about these strange things. Bailu Academy is still unknown in the entire Nan County and few people are interested in it.

On this day, at the foot of Huanyun Peak, two people were walking up the mountain slowly and leisurely.

One was a middle-aged scholar with a dignified appearance and a scholarly air, and the other was a young scholar in his twenties.

The man had slightly dark skin and ordinary looks. It was none other than Chen Yun, who had appeared in Gan Mansion just a month ago.

"Nephew Chen, Bailu Academy stopped recruiting students two months ago."

"But I heard from old friend Gan that you have learned a variety of Taoist techniques before, and you also know the existence of immortal cultivators."

"That's why I wanted to take you to the academy to try your luck. As for whether the academy will accept you, that depends on your own luck."

"I have some acquaintance with Mr. Lu from Bailu Academy. I will take you to meet him first."

"If he thinks it's okay, then it's almost certain that you'll stay in the academy."

The middle-aged scholar spoke calmly as he walked with big strides, his sleeves fluttering in the wind.

"Yes, everything will be arranged by Mr. Yan. Uncle Gan told me before he came that no matter whether the academy accepts me or not, I will definitely remember this kindness."

Chen Yun put on an honest and simple look and responded in a proper manner.

At this time, the aura exuded by Chen Yun was only that of the third or fourth level of the Qi Refining Stage. If ordinary cultivators did not look closely, they would not be able to tell his depth at all.

Back then, Chen Yun asked Gan Chi, the Feng family's secret agent, to help him join a local immortal cultivation sect, no matter if it was Buddhism, Taoism or Confucianism.

Even though Gan Chi is just a mortal, the instructions given to him by the Feng family in his early years were to make more friends with worldly cultivators in case of emergency.

So when Gan Chi heard Chen Yun's request, although he was surprised, he was not too embarrassed.

The only thing that made him a little worried was that Chen Yun might become restless and do evil after sneaking into the sect, which would implicate the Gan family.

However, the business of the Gan family was controlled by the Feng family from beginning to end. If Chen Yun could produce the land deed, the Gan family would be left with nothing overnight.

In addition, although Gan Chi knew something about the immortal cultivators, he was completely in the dark about the origin and identity of the Feng family, and his heart was full of awe.

So after Chen Yun casually assured him that he would not cause any trouble or bring trouble to the Gan family by sneaking into the immortal sect this time, Gan Chi had no choice but to do as he was told.

After pondering for a few days, Gan Chi took a fancy to this middle-aged Confucian scholar named Yan, and wanted him to be a "bridge" to recommend Chen Yun to enter Bailu Academy.

There is a reason for choosing this person. Firstly, compared with the academy, Buddhism and Taoism.

The threshold for recruiting disciples is obviously much lower, as long as they are not disciples of evil sects.

Even if they have a master-disciple background, as long as their background is clean, they will be accepted.

Secondly, Gan Chi had done a great favor to Mr. Yan in the past. Mr. Yan came from a Confucian family and valued gratitude the most, so he would definitely do his best to help.

If you don't choose him, although there are other ways, the chances of success are really low.

After all, although Dajin's immortal cultivation sect is not as difficult to enter as Tiannan, it is not something that a low-level cultivator can enter casually.

After hearing about Bailu Academy, Chen Yun asked about the location of Yutian Mountain.

One night, he secretly controlled the magic weapon and flew far away to observe the spiritual veins of the mountain.

After checking it out, he was quite satisfied.

Although this spiritual vein cannot be compared with the cave in Tiannan where he had placed many spiritual objects, it can still be considered a good spiritual vein and is much stronger than the other spiritual veins near Taichang City.

Come to think of it, if things like the Spirit Eye Tree weren't moved frequently, the purity of the spiritual energy inside would be depleted.

Moreover, if it is not placed on the spiritual vein for a long time, its spirituality will slowly dissipate. He only needs to take two spiritual eye items with him.

You can just find a low-quality spiritual vein and practice with it.

Why go through so much trouble and try so hard to get into a big sect?

In this way, Chen Yun transformed himself into a distant relative of Gan Chi who came to seek refuge there.

He announced to the public that he possessed spiritual roots, had learned some rudimentary magic, and was a low-level casual cultivator who longed to embark on the path of cultivating immortals.

That's why he asked his distant uncle Gan Chi for help, to see if he could enter a large sect to continue his practice.

Gan Chi found a Confucian scholar named Yan who taught at a famous academy in the city and Mr. Yan agreed without hesitation in order to repay his kindness.

So the two of them made this trip up the mountain.

"Hmm! It seems that Brother Gan has really put a lot of thought into your cousin. But it's no wonder. There are only a few mortals in the world who can possess spiritual roots. Naturally, he will take extra care of you."

"It's just that I don't have any spiritual roots, otherwise I would have entered Bailu Academy long ago and practiced hard to seek immortality."

The Confucian scholar sighed as he walked.

Chen Yun smiled and was very tactful, not responding to the conversation.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar didn't say much and continued walking up the mountain with Chen Yun.

Just when we were almost halfway up the mountain, we suddenly heard the sound of bells coming from another mountain that was visible to the naked eye.

The sound of the bell is clear and melodious, like the song of a yellow oriole, which makes people feel refreshed when they hear it.

"This Qingchan bell in Baoling Temple is really a rare thing, but the monks in Baoling Temple are too fond of showing off by ringing it three times a day."

The scholar paused, turned his head to look at the mountain that was three points higher than Huanyun Peak, shook his head, and muttered softly.

When Chen Yun heard that it was the Buddhist sect's territory, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

In his opinion, this so-called treasure was just a high-level magical weapon, nothing special.

He reached up and lifted the thick and long package on his back, and continued to walk up with the scholar. After a while, the two finally arrived at a platform halfway up the mountain, and the view in front of them suddenly brightened.

Everywhere you look, you see lush greenery and vitality.

A large, lush green bamboo forest comes into view. In the bamboo forest, you can vaguely see red walls and white buildings. The scenery is quiet and elegant.

Several quiet paths paved with white stones meander into the depths of the bamboo forest. At the end, a huge red gate several meters high is looming.

"Let's go. The main door is usually closed, so just follow me through the side door."

The middle-aged scholar glanced around the bamboo forest and spoke.

As he spoke, he took Chen Yun to one side, stepped onto one of the paths, and walked into the bamboo forest.

After turning several corners, Chen Yun and the scholar appeared in front of a dark wooden door about ten feet high.

The scholar breathed a sigh of relief and walked forward and knocked gently on the door.

The door opened silently, and a young man in a white Confucian robe walked out.

"Ah, it turns out that Mr. Yan is here. Are you here to see Mr. Lu?"

There is spiritual energy fluctuations around this young man, and his cultivation level is at the third level of the Qi Refining Stage.

But what was surprising was that he was extremely polite to the Confucian scholar named Yan who had no magical power at all.

Chen Yun saw this scene and couldn't help but marvel at it.

If it were in Tiannan, such a thing would never happen.

It seems that the rules of Confucianism are so strict that they can even make immortal cultivators treat a mortal with extreme respect.

However, Chen Yun also understood in his heart that this situation would probably only occur to low-level cultivators, and high-level cultivators would not do this.

Chen Yun sneered secretly and thought to himself.

"Yes. I'm here to see Brother Fang. Is Mr. Fang free now?"

The middle-aged scholar asked calmly.

"A distinguished guest has come to our academy, and the gentleman is accompanying him in the study. Let me inform Mr. Yan." The young man in white robe said after a moment's thought.

"Okay, please excuse me!"

Upon hearing this, the Confucian scholar named Yan smiled and said.

The young man in white robe knew clearly that although the man in front of him was just a mortal, he had a close relationship with Mr. Fang, so he dared not neglect him in the slightest.

After saying a polite word, he quickly reached out and took out a sound transmission note and whispered a few words into it.

Then he raised his hand, and the sound transmission note turned into a beam of fire, shooting backwards and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Not long after, Chen Yun suddenly noticed a strong spiritual sense sweeping over from a distance, lightly passing over several people, and then quickly retracted.

Chen Yun's heart moved, and he knew that this person was most likely Mr. Lu.

Judging from the strength of his spiritual awareness alone, this person actually had the cultivation base of the early stage of Jindan, which was much higher than the middle to late stage of foundation building that he had expected. This surprised him a little.

For Chen Yun, the lower this person's cultivation level is, the better, so that it will be less easy to see through his concealment.

A moment later, the spiritual waves in the sky above where Chen Yun and the others were standing trembled slightly, and a man's faint voice sounded out of nowhere:

"Is this Brother Yan? You've come at the right time. I have a distinguished guest here. Brother Yan, why don't you come and meet him? Well, the young man next to you, come over as well."

After hearing this, the young man in white robe was like a frightened deer, and naturally did not dare to stop Chen Yun and the others.

Instead, he was like a loyal guide, leading the two of them directly along a corridor that looked like a winding dragon.

After walking for a while and passing through several gates, Chen Yun was like a keen hunter.

Faintly, the sound of reading aloud could be heard, and the sound was like the tinkling of a clear mountain stream, and it sounded no different from that of an ordinary academy.

But he was like a disturbed roosting bird, startled slightly, and his eyes were like fast lightning.

Flashing a few times inadvertently. Although this place is called a college, these low-level cultivators.

If I don't meditate and cultivate my qi, do I really have to waste most of my time on reading?
This was like a puzzle, lingering in his mind.

"This is the lower courtyard disciples of our Bailu Academy. They are doing their routine noon reading. If they want to enter the upper courtyard to practice, it will not be enough to just have spiritual roots and magic power."

"We must cultivate the noble spirit of our Confucian school."

"After all, most of our Confucian skills are assisted by the great energy. The more great energy we have, the stronger it is."

"Only if you practice in the future will you be able to soar like an eagle spreading its wings, making rapid progress and having unlimited prospects."

The young man in white robe seemed like an understanding friend. He seemed to notice Chen Yun's surprise and explained with a smile.

Towards the young man with similar cultivation level who was brought by the Confucian scholar named Yan himself, he acted like an enthusiastic merchant, and seemed to be trying to make friends with him.

"I see!"

Chen Yun was like a gentle spring breeze, sensing the man's kindness, and nodded and smiled at him. That smile was like the warm spring sun, warming people's hearts.

At this time, the three of them were like nimble fish, passing through a large attic.

After turning several bends that seemed like a maze, we suddenly arrived at an elegant courtyard that looked like a paradise.

As soon as I walked into the courtyard, the clear sound of reading seemed to be blown away by a mysterious wind.

Disappeared immediately without a trace.

The courtyard was actually set up with soundproofing restrictions, as if it was protected by an invisible shield.

When the Confucian scholar named Yan saw this situation, he looked calm, like a regular visitor who was familiar with the road conditions.

It seemed that he had been here more than once. When the young man in white arrived here, he seemed to be a believer in awe of the holy land and did not dare to enter.

He stopped directly outside the gate of the courtyard, as if he was a hurried passer-by. After saying goodbye to the two of them, he left. His figure seemed to be swallowed by the darkness and disappeared in a flash.

Seeing the young man's back disappear like a ghost beside an attic, the Confucian scholar named Yan seemed like a minister who was about to meet the emperor.

He straightened his clothes slightly and walked slowly towards the largest room like a devout believer, as if he was about to lock the door.

But just as he took a step forward, the tightly closed door seemed to be gently pushed by an invisible hand, and after a slight sound, it opened by itself.

At the same time, Mr. Lu's voice, like a loud bell, came from above his head again:
"Brother Yan, please come in! Fairy Hua Lian from Huang Qing Temple is visiting us at the humble residence. I, Lu, can introduce you to a few people."

Mr. Lu's words were calm and steady, like a deep ancient well. No specific emotion could be heard in them, just like a pool of still water with no bottom. (End of this chapter)