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Chapter 51 - 51 51 The Choice of Two Different Paths

51: Chapter 51 The Choice of Two Different Paths 51: Chapter 51 The Choice of Two Different Paths In reality, it wasn’t that late into the night; it was just after six when Wang Yunxiao and Chen Yan returned to the school, because they had a class at seven.

The sky was already darkening, and there were no pedestrians on the road.

Apart from the people involved, the only witnesses were the security guards at the school entrance.

Despite the reporter screaming “Assault!” “Help!”,

the security uncle acted as if he saw nothing, heard nothing, and paid no attention to it.

His only responsibility was to guard the gate.

He even turned a blind eye to Wang Yunxiao and Chen Yan returning to school at this hour.

After chasing away the reporter, Wang Yunxiao casually removed the film from his camera.

He didn’t know what the reporter was trying to capture, but it definitely wasn’t anything good.

Back at the school, when Nurse Liu came over, Wang Yunxiao reported everything he had encountered that day in full detail.

Third Master Ding wasn’t the sort of villain he had imagined; in fact, he seemed to be quite sensible, which was a little unexpected for Wang Yunxiao.

But since their conversation had been diverted, Wang Yunxiao hadn’t had the chance to ask about Xiao Baili.

“Ten years ago…”

Nurse Liu paused and said to Wang Yunxiao, “When you meet him next time, you could try to subtly inquire if his client’s last name is Xia.”

Wang Yunxiao asked, puzzled, “Is there something about the surname Xia?”

Xia was the surname of the Imperial Family of the former dynasty.

After more than five hundred years, descendants of the Imperial Family were scattered all over and weren’t considered a rare surname.

“If it really is Xia, and it’s about a daughter buried ten years ago, then I probably know what’s going on,” Nurse Liu explained, spreading her hands.

“Although this matter isn’t exactly a secret, it involves profound implications, and you’re not yet suited to delve into this.

Don’t talk about it outside, and certainly don’t inquire randomly.”

She might as well have written “Here’s the juicy story” across her face.

Wang Yunxiao wasn’t interested in this juicy story but was concerned about something else.

“As you say, it’s like someone is secretly fomenting trouble, trying to take advantage of misinformation to instigate conflict among you,” he said.

Nurse Liu nodded, “That’s very normal.

You’ll often encounter similar issues in the future.

You’ll get used to it.”

How is that normal?

Wang Yunxiao thought to himself that he liked those enemies who were visible and tangible, with clear ranks and health bars, and he wouldn’t mind how ugly they looked.

It was those who hide their heads and show their tails that were troublesome.

You couldn’t do anything against them, yet they could periodically pop up to stab you.

It was like the internet trolls of later generations, who create their own narratives and fan the flames on both sides, striking and then withdrawing.

You’d seethe with hatred yet be powerless against them.

Disgusting.

He had had enough of that in his past life; surely after transmigrating, he didn’t have to continue enduring such loathsome people?

“So Laozi crossed to this world for nothing?”

“I know that with your current level, indeed you can’t solve this kind of problem.”

Nurse Liu admitted frankly, “There are solutions, no doubt, but first and foremost, you must strengthen your own minds.

As students who have read books for so many years, you should possess a certain degree of independent thinking ability.

When someone tries to instigate or deceive you, the first thing you must not do is to consider whether what they say is reasonable.”

“Reasoning is subjective.”

“Imagine for a second that there are ten people here, none of whom know each other, and all we have is a single steamed bun, our only food.

From each person’s perspective, the idea that the steamed bun should belong to oneself is entirely reasonable.”

“If someone wants to deceive you, they will certainly wrap their lies up carefully, making them sound incredibly real, appealing to your empathy, stirring your emotions.

But as soon as your emotions start to change, it will affect your rational thinking, and eventually, you’ll lose sensibility and calm—under the guise of harmless intentions, everyone is susceptible.”

“That’s why I told you from the beginning, don’t be influenced by others, you must make your own choices.

Don’t listen to others telling you whether something is true or false, good or bad, beautiful or ugly.”

“How others see you has nothing to do with you; only you can define yourself.”

Nurse Liu wrote a sentence on the blackboard—”Humans are social animals.”

“From an individual perspective, this viewpoint may not always be correct, as indeed many people are unable to grasp this concept.

This is also the gap at the level of dimensions I’ve spoken about before.”

“You all have personally experienced the war that occurred a few years ago; does anyone wish to return to that time?

If not, then what can we do to prevent war?

The answer is self-evident, only when you are strong enough can you avoid being bullied and beaten.”

“By the same token, only when our country is strong enough will our enemies give up the option of war.

But how can our country become strong?

The answer is simple, it needs young people like you to study hard, to apply your abilities, and to join the ranks of nation-building.”

“Of course, for personal reasons, you are entirely free to reject this theory concerning social collectives.

You can forget that war, you can ignore the living and learning environment your country has provided in recent years, you can pursue your own wealth and glory, happiness and fulfillment—as long as it’s your own choice.”

“In a person’s lifetime, there are not many opportunities for regret.”

Standing on the podium, Nurse Liu looked down at the students in the classroom and said seriously, “Joining the collective or remaining independent is the difference between the Righteous Path and the Heretical Path in the Twelve Laws.

There is no superior or inferior between these two divergent paths.

As long as you make up your mind to choose one, you can obtain the proper introductory materials from me.”

What she meant was that everyone could finally officially step into the path of cultivation.

This was indeed good news.

After class, on the way back to the dormitory, Youtiao whispered in Wang Yunxiao’s ear, “Although she said there are materials no matter which we choose, she must favor the collective side more, right?”

“Of course, what else?”

Wang Yunxiao was not at all surprised that the school-provided materials would definitely favor the collective; what else could it be if not a form of charity?

As for the choice of the Heretical Path, that certainly would not be in the school.

For instance, Chen Yan could choose the Cuojin Sect, or… that person who’s been lurking in the shadows and showing great interest in her.

Wealth and glory must be fought for with life on the line.

As the saying goes, try your luck—if you win, a sports car and models await; lose, and it’s off to hard labor by the sea.

If you do nothing, demanding this and that, why should wealth and glory ever come your way?

Wang Yunxiao thought, if someone gave him a sign-in system now, he’d also take his chances.

But he still hadn’t received the eagerly awaited system.

What he did receive was…

“Wang Yunxiao!

Come outside, there are police at the school gate looking for you!”