My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World

ome of them had reached the Foundation Establishment stage while some were still at the Qi Refining stage.

He counted the days.
Today was not the opening day of the Nine Heavens Academy, so why were so many people gathered here? Could something have happened in the academy?

Jing Yue approached someone.
“Fellow Daoist, why are you waiting here?”

The other party was stunned as soon as he saw him, but apparently didn’t recognize him, and merely said, “Don't you know that the library will be opened to the public in a few days? We are afraid that there will be a lot of people then, so we are here to wait in line first.”

Only then did Jing Yue realize—every ten years, the most prestigious library of the Nine Heavens Academy would be open to the outside world for three days.
In other words, during these three days, even if one was not a student of the academy, one could enter the academy to look at the books.

Therefore, these three days were also a grand event for the lower-ranked cultivators in the World of Seven Continents and always lively.
Jing Yue didn’t expect to catch it.

Jing Yue thought of the chance encounter he was waiting for and felt that it should be the case.

He thanked the person who answered and was about to go up the mountain.

“Fellow Daoist, if you go up now, not only will you not be able to enter the boundary, but you’ll also be expelled if the people in the academy find out.” The cultivator kindly reminded.

Jing Yue smiled and said, “It's okay, I’m a student here.”

Having said that, he took out the token of Nine Heaven Academy from his Qiankun bag.
He met with that sudden incident back then and didn’t return the token.

The cultivator was taken aback to see Jing Yue going up the mountain directly and couldn’t help muttering, “Strange, the students of the academy don't even know about the library’s opening day?”

His remark was no longer heard by Jing Yue.
Soon after, Jing Yue entered the gate of Nine Heaven Academy.
It was time for classes and the academy was very quiet.

He walked all the way to the library.
When he passed a hall, he saw rows of portraits hanging on the outer wall, a few more than he remembered.

This was the ‘Wall of Fame’ of the Nine Heaven Academy.
The so-called ‘Wall of Fame’ didn’t refer to the famous students of the academy, but to those who had contributed greatly to the academy.
The first painting was naturally the founder of the academy, Luo-zhenjun, followed by more than ten others.
Finally, there were Lin-zhenjun, Wu Dao-zhenren, Qin Yanzhi, and him.

Jing Yue was a little embarrassed.
Although he knew it was because they had saved hundreds of students during that incident, it was still slightly embarrassing to be hung on the wall for people to admire at any time.

However, the blue phoenix thought otherwise and said happily, “Jing-jing, you’re finally hung on the wall!”

The blue phoenix was so excited that all its feathers were shaking, but suddenly it was unhappy again, “Hmph, this portrait is nothing like you.
There’s no Ji-ji.
Ji-ji has clearly been with Jing-jing the whole time!”

Jing Yue, “…” Hung on the wall? Didn’t sound like anything good.

When he arrived at the library, the door was tightly closed.
He then recalled that the library would be closed before the opening day, and all the Zhenren would take turns to sort out the books in the library so that people who came to the library could find them easily later.

During this period, the academy would also receive a large number of ‘contributions’, the contents varied and complicated, mostly techniques, secret scrolls, secret news, and so on, which also needed to go through a strict evaluation process.

Once selected, the contributor would receive a letter of recommendation from the academy.

Of course, this novel model was also created by Luo-zhenjun.

Jing Yue pondered.
He had learned a lot of otherworldly techniques from the sword souls of the Void Sword Tomb, and most of them were handed over to Frostcloud Sect.
Some of them were simple and practical, so why not submit them to the academy, so that these techniques could have more inheritors, and could also be regarded as helping the sword souls to fulfill their wishes.
Besides, he could also get more recommendation spots for Frostcloud Sect.

He silently contemplated suitable techniques.
While in the library at this time, several Zhenren were sorting out the submissions, too busy to do anything else.

In fact, the library was taken care of daily, and there was no need for them to worry about it.
The reason for being busy was that the submitted manuscripts were in a mess, the selection workload was huge and tedious, and occasionally, it could be a little frightening, such as this moment…

Bang!

The long-bearded golden core cultivator slammed a few pieces of paper on the desk and said angrily, “Simply ridiculous!”

The fat Zhenren beside him asked, “Zhang-daoyou, just look at that violent temper of yours.
What’s wrong now?”

Zhang-zhenren snorted, grabbed the paper, and shook it like a fan.
“This here is talking about Daoist-Master Jing Yuan, saying that he had an affair with a demonic girl back then, and that Yi Ye-laozu is actually his illegitimate son with the demon girl.
This… what’s the meaning of this? If we put this into the library by accident and someone from Frostcloud Sect saw it, our academy will be destroyed for sure!”

The fat Zhenren laughed.
“Is this worth your anger? Why don’t you learn from me? Every time you see a sensitive word, you automatically block it and don't read the content at all.”

Zhang-zhenren was about to speak when a child came running in with a pile of paper cranes.
“Zhenren, we just received more than a dozen submissions.”

These paper cranes were a kind of talisman.
All contributions to the academy were transmitted by paper cranes.

Zhang-zhenren huffed, “Just put it aside.”

“Yes.”

The boy put the paper cranes into an empty bamboo basket.
When he saw that there were more than a dozen other bamboo baskets filled to the brim and lined up in a whole row next to him, he couldn't help but sympathize with the Zhenren.

When Zhang-zhenren finished processing the submissions on the desk, he made a grabbing motion with his hand, and a bamboo basket flew to his feet.
It happened to be the one that the child had just put the paper cranes.

Zhang-zhenren rubbed his eyebrows, picked out a paper crane with a tired look, and examined it nonchalantly.

However, after a few moments, his expression gradually became alert as he muttered under his breath.
Later, he sat cross-legged and started meditating.