CHAPTER 626: CHAPTER 303: THE MATCHMAKER ARRIVES, A MEASURE OF TRUST

Gu Chang sat at the table, carefully reading a sample of "Immortal Dao," holding a pen in hand for annotation, looking especially focused.

He had already read this issue three times, and there were two articles he had gone over seven or eight times at least, filling the margins with his dense thoughts and insights.

At first, he read this book mainly because Master Zheng had given it to him—

He wasn’t heartless, though his aptitude was lacking, the sect leader’s diligent effort truly came from the heart.

Additionally, he naturally hoped to find a way in it to change his fate, or rather, improve his spirit root aptitude.

But the more he read, the more interesting he found the articles within. Though his aptitude wasn’t great, he considered himself quite smart and had excellent grades in many subjects on University Island.

In this issue of "Immortal Dao," at first, he could only understand ten or twenty percent, later, after reading for half a day, he perceived roughly a third of the articles.

Of course, there were many things he hadn’t learned, and most of the time, he still felt unable to comprehend.

But that was enough for him to understand the uniqueness of "Immortal Dao":

This book differed completely from any cultivation technique or so-called secret manual in Xuanwei Realm, let alone Jiushan Sect—

Clearly filled with profound content deeply related to immortal cultivation, yet it rarely involved specific cultivation levels.

Just like the title of this issue "Immortal Dao," this book isn’t about the level of cultivation, but a discussion on the essential truths of immortal cultivation.

One article, titled "Three Points of Deficiency and Improvement of Consecutive Talisman Skill," was full of topology and rune knowledge, which felt familiar to him. Interestingly, this article seemed very useful, placed at the beginning, and the author was rewarded with many good deeds.

In fact, one could say this journal prioritizes wisdom over cultivation, and certainly over aptitude.

He kind of understood why the sect leader wanted to give this book to him.

"Good deeds..."

Gu Chang gently closed "Immortal Dao," habitually murmuring his thoughts:

"There’s no article about spirit roots, but it can’t be said there won’t be in the future..."

"Even if there aren’t any in the future, this journal is my way to earn good deeds!"

"Or rather, could I study spirit roots myself? If I achieve results, there won’t be a shortage of good deeds either..."

"However, spirit roots..."

He had heard that "Immortal Dao" had just started publishing not long ago, and the difficulty in submitting seemed not too high, with one or two articles readable as well.

At least to Gu Chang, they weren’t difficult to understand.

Learning more and earning good deeds through research could be hopeful.

But considering his current cultivation level, studying spirit roots would be another matter entirely—

Spirit roots have been spoken of since ancient times in the Xuanwei Realm, hasn’t anyone smart ever studied this issue?

It’s likely that cultivators with far higher cultivation than his have researched this problem.

Yet now, there has been no apparent change.

Single spirit root, genius.

Multiple spirit roots, waste.

It’s almost an acknowledged truth in the Xuanwei Realm.

He is only at Qi Cultivation level one...

He still remembered Zheng Fa’s words about knowledge changing destiny, but at this moment, another voice coldly repeated in his ear: what geniuses couldn’t achieve, you can’t either.

Listening closely, this voice was actually his own.

Gu Chang found it really hard to make up his mind—not to mention, this journal was also somewhat expensive for him; the money spent on buying issues was enough to make his heart ache, with the possibility that there’s a ninety-nine percent chance of it being fruitless.

The door was softly knocked.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and his father stood at the entrance, seemingly apologetic for interrupting his reading, and softly said, "Mrs. Chen has brought some news back."

Gu Chang’s face was somewhat shy, blushing slightly.

Mrs. Chen was their neighbor, who often acted as a matchmaker.

Previously, feeling his path in cultivation was hopeless, he wanted to return to Paradise Island to teach and was considering finding a wife to live with together.

The reasons were twofold:

On one hand, his parents hadn’t moved past their mortal mindset and felt he should have been married with children by this age.

On the other hand, he wished to have a child with good aptitude, to guide properly, so if they became talented in the future, he wouldn’t worry about resources.

Thus, his parents had entrusted Mrs. Chen.

Gu Chang followed his parents to the living room.

Mrs. Chen was sitting on a chair, sipping tea generously; though not expensive, his parents were usually reluctant to have it.

Upon seeing him, Mrs. Chen put the teacup on the table with a clatter, seeming very excited.

She wiped her lips and spoke in a high-pitched, somewhat sharp voice to claim credit:

"Chang, aunty went out of her way this time, the soles of my shoes are worn out."

Gu Chang didn’t know how to respond.

But his parents were already expressing repeated gratitude.

Seeing him quiet, Mrs. Chen seemed a little unhappy.

His father gently pushed him from behind.

Only then did Gu Chang speak up, "Thank you, aunty."

Mrs. Chen then smiled again and said, "We’re neighbors; it’s no trouble at all. I just thought, since Chang is an outer disciple, quite distinguished, I wanted to find someone perfect with nothing to criticize; that’s why it took some extra effort."

Hearing this, Gu Chang felt grateful, and his smile loosened a bit.

"That girl, her looks and figure are excellent!" Mrs. Chen gestured next to Gu Chang’s lip, describing, "This tall!"

She opened her palm, gesturing, "That little face is half the size of my hand."

Then circled her own waist, "And my waist, three times as thick as hers!"