Deducing Godhood from the Fetal Stage

Chapter 32 Grandmaster of Literature and Taoism

The teaching building of the College of Arts is not far from the dormitory area. It is a building in the style of ancient Xinghua, with upturned eaves and bronze wind chimes hanging under the eaves.

The morning breeze blew by, and the bells rang crisply.

The poetry class was on the second floor, on the east side. When Ling Jiu entered the classroom, it was already mostly full. She found a seat in the middle, near the front, and began to carefully study the textbook.

Unexpectedly, just a second before the class bell rang, Chen Wei rushed in breathlessly, plopped down next to Ling Jiu, grabbed her savory pancake, and took a bite.

"Uh-oh, I don't have time to buy breakfast, I'll treat you to lunch."

"But I already took a bite out of the one you're eating." Ling Jiu stared in disbelief. "And didn't you say you weren't coming?"

"fine."

Chen Wei took another bite of the savory pancake and said smugly, "That's for class participation points, right? How about that? I'm fast, aren't I? This is the wake-up speed of a female college student in the Fourth Era!"

Ling Jiu sighed, finding her eccentric new roommate amusing.

When it was time for the lecture, Jiang Yunying would immediately break away from her cultivation and listen to the lecture with her biological mother.

In this world where all five paths coexist, listening to lectures from the Faculty of Arts should also benefit his growth in wisdom and understanding.

The lecturer was a young woman who looked to be around twenty years old. Her surname was Wang. She was wearing a light blue Xinghua ancient Hanfu with a cross-collar and wide sleeves. Her black hair reached her waist, and she had a calm and refined demeanor.

Of course, she couldn't really be only twenty years old, because the entry above her head was clearly visible:

[Teacher's Fourth Promotion: Lecturer] [Clerk's Fourth Promotion: Poet] [Interpersonal Realm: Mid-Stage of Sensation (Grand Master of Literature)] [Thoughts Under the Moon]

This is the first time I've seen a fourth-tier attribute outside of the villa area, and strangely enough, it's two identity attributes.

He immediately recalled what his father had said when he taught martial arts: those who are public servants can also cultivate a second primary profession. It seems that the profession of "teacher" is also a public servant profession.

"The students here are all elites of the Xinghua Empire on their home planet. Now in their third year, they are facing career changes, professional development, and breakthroughs in their cultivation levels... So today we will talk about the three transformations and the breakthrough of literary cultivation and spiritual cultivation."

The lecturer's voice was clear and melodious, like a spring striking a rock, "Do you know where the clerical staff system comes from?"

"I know!"

A student raised their hand: "It evolved from the student sequence!"

"good."

Lecturer Wang nodded, "The predecessor of the [Clerk] sequence was [Student]. Also, in the early days of the Empire, educational resources were limited, and not everyone could go to school, so Daojun also established the [Reader] sequence."

She pointed to a diagram on the screen.

"Therefore, primary school students, middle school students, and readers are the first step in the clerk's career path."

"The second stage is for [university students] or [practitioners]. By this stage, you have laid a sufficient knowledge foundation and have begun to develop your own thinking and expression tendencies."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the young faces below the stage.

"And the third job advancement is a crucial watershed moment. As the saying goes, 'three gives rise to all things.' In the 'Five Paths and Five Followers,' all job sequences will face their first divergence at the third job advancement, evolving from 25 basic sequences into hundreds of sub-sequences. And our [Clerk] sequence, representing 'Wenzheng,' is—"

She pressed the remote control again, and the diagram on the screen unfolded, revealing that the third stage of the clerk's career path branched into three sub-branches:

Poet, historian, writer.

"Which position you are assigned to depends on your 'literary talent'."

Lecturer Wang slowly said, "In the cultivation of literature, the first two realms are 'extensive knowledge' and 'strong memory.' The fact that you were able to get into Jiang University and successfully enter your third year shows that you are at least geniuses in the realm of strong memory."

"Similar to the Blood Refining Realm in martial arts, the first three levels of the Blood Refining Realm cleanse the marrow to produce internal strength, the middle three levels refine the body to produce external strength, and the last three levels emphasize the combination of internal and external refinement to produce 'Primordial Qi' in order to advance."

"And reflected in the realm of literature, this manifests as the early, middle, and late stages of the 'powerful memorization' stage. In the early stage, one can forcefully absorb knowledge, enriching one's literary knowledge; in the middle stage, one can begin to appreciate the differences between various types of knowledge and perceive artistic conception; in the late stage—"

She emphasized, "You need to refine a strand of your own 'innate literary energy' from all the knowledge and insights you have accumulated. Only then can you enter the Dao through literature and store your spirit within your body."

The classroom was so quiet you could hear someone breathing.

"During the process of advancing to the Hidden Spirit level and refining your literary energy, the characteristics of your literary energy will determine which position you are assigned to."

Lecturer Wang tapped his finger lightly, and the branch representing the poet lit up.

"Since it's a poetry class, I'll only talk about poets."

"To advance to the rank of [poet], your writing must be sensitive and vibrant, it must contain a profound understanding of the myriad aspects of life, and most importantly, it must have imagery that makes people feel as if they are there."

She smiled slightly as she looked at the students' expressions below the stage, which ranged from bewildered to hopeful to thoughtful.

"I know that most of you are only around twenty years old. You have limited life experience, and you may not have seen enough scenery or experienced enough things."

In the old days, poets often needed to travel far and wide, personally experiencing joys and sorrows, and feeling the hardships of life, in order to cultivate that sensitive and literary spirit.

"But now we live in a new era, and one of its greatest advantages is that it makes spiritual practice more efficient."

As she spoke, she read a sentence aloud:

"Moonlight shines before my bed."

Ok?

Jiang Yun, nestled in the womb, was actually listening attentively to the lecturer, hoping to increase her Dao wisdom...

Suddenly I was stunned.

Why did the teacher suddenly start reciting "Quiet Night Thoughts"?

Is it "Thoughts on a Quiet Night"?

This is another world.

As far as he knew, the history of this world was completely different from that of Earth.

Is it just that the first sentence is the same?

Inside the classroom, as the lecturer finished speaking, the lights dimmed, and the surrounding walls began to melt, revealing countless flowing ink lines that gradually transformed into a traditional Chinese ink painting.

They were sitting on a bed in the simple wooden hut depicted in the painting.

"It looks like frost on the ground."

As another sentence fell, a bright moon rose in the painting, followed by a blanket of frost covering the ground.

The sound of the wind, the chirping of insects, and the faint barking of dogs in the distance. All the sounds, the air, and the temperature were clearly perceptible, so real that it was almost unreal.

"I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon—"

Another sentence.

This time, however, the lecturer himself appeared in the painting. His blue Hanfu had transformed into a simple moon-white men's robe as the ink spread.

Her waist-length hair flew up automatically and was tied up with a plain white scholar's handkerchief.

At the same time, his figure became tall and robust, he wore a black gauze hat, his face became clear and handsome, and he even grew a beard, with a sheathed long sword hanging at his waist.

Li Bai?

Nestled inside her mother's belly, Jiang Yun's eyes widened in disbelief.

No, how did the gentle female teacher become the Qinglian Hermit?

It was exactly the same as the short video clips he had seen in his previous life; it really was Li Bai!

Where did this come from? Is it still the Fifth Astral Realm?

Then, the hermit Qinglian lowered his head deeply, his shoulders slumped slightly, and his sigh seemed to travel through a thousand years, striking the hearts of every listener.

"I bow my head and think of my hometown."

Jiang Yun was completely stunned.

Through his mother's eyes, he looked at the bright moon painted in ink, listened to the familiar verses etched into his DNA, and looked at the all-too-familiar Li Bai. His mind went blank for a moment.

Ok?

Is that correct?

This isn't right!

The history of this world has absolutely nothing to do with the previous life...

How come she not only recited Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts," but also transformed herself into Li Bai?