Cheng Changsheng entered the Mausoleum of Books and did not view the HeavenlyTomes. Instead, he viewed the scenery. Nobody knew what Chen Changsheng wasthinking or why he did such a thing. Actually, even he himself did notunderstand why he had refused to take even a single step into the Mausoleum ofBooks or to view any of those stone monoliths. He was only willing to walk inand look around the park below the mausoleum. While watching the setting sun far off in the distance, his hand landed on thehilt of the short sword, and his spiritual sense gently swept over the blackrock inside. Only after feeling that gentle aura did he become more aware, andhe understood that viewing the scenery originally represented his hesitation.This hesitation meant he subconsciously did not want to continue cultivating. Cultivation caused people to mature and become stronger. Only true expertscould follow those instructions that the Pavilion of Ascending Mist had givenhim to change his fate. The only thing was….. he still had not properly begunthis journey. He had already seen the bloody scenes at the end of the longjourney, and these scenes had even caused his legs to become unbelievably heavyand immobile. Previously, he would not think of such questions because everything becameextremely simple while facing life and death. Only by continuing living couldhe have the right to think about this. However, he was currently still far awayfrom solving this problem. Still, he had already begun thinking about anothermatter. It indeed could be considered somewhat unconventional, but of course,this was a type of happiness from a different angle. Twilight slowly grew darker, and the green mountain seemed to burn in theevening glow. He had already walked around the Mausoleum of Books once andarrived in a wooded area in the southwest corner. He saw a grass hut. The grass hut was built very simply, and even the bark on the wooden beamscould still be seen. It seemed extremely crude. He did not know when the grasson the roof was last changed. It was dark, dusty, and very unsightly. If the examinees wanted to stay in the Mausoleum of Books for a long time,they needed to find a place to live and sleep. Chen Changsheng decided not toaccept the arrangement with the other examinees because he subconsciously didnot want to get too close to the green mountain and stone monoliths that hemissed seeing today. He decided to look around and see if he could stay here ornot. He called out to the grass hut out of politeness, but nobody responded. Afterthinking for a moment, he walked up the stone steps and pushed open the door toenter. He realized that the grass hut only had a few simple furnishings. Thesurface of the table was covered in a shallow layer of dust, and the water tankplaced behind the back door was almost empty. However, there was a lot of ricein the rice barrel. There was probably someone who lived here, but that person lived extremelycarelessly. As Chen Changsheng was slightly mysophobic, he could not help butshake his head after seeing the house’s condition. However, he did not leave.After pondering for a bit, he actually found a cloth and bucket in the cornerof the room and began cleaning. From Xining Village to the capital and from the old temple to the OrthodoxAcademy, he was best at cleaning the courtyard and washing clothes rather thanreading. Not long afterwards, the interior of the grass hut was unbelievablyclean from Chen Changsheng’s scrubbing. Clear water rippled inside the watertank. There were no signs of spider webs in the house at all. Although the roomwas not completely different from before, it had at least reached his standardand people could live in it now. He allowed the rice to simmer in the pot, and after cutting the salty fishthat hung from the house’s room, he steamed a third of it. He went into theyard, and pulled out some bok choy. He washed it and then stir-fried it. Afterdoing these things, he carefully washed his hands, He used his handkerchief todry his hands completely before sitting down on the stone steps. Once again, hebegan to stare blankly at the scenery. Twilight slowly disappeared, and the Mausoleum of Books slowly grew dark. Thescenery was not as pleasant as before, but people felt a more mysteriousfeeling. Those green mountain woods turned into inky blobs, which resembled afew characters. Several thousand years ago, a Demon Lord had studied the Dao inside theMausoleum of Books for ten years. In those days, Zhou Dufu used three days andthree nights to completely comprehend all of the stone monoliths, therebyreaching the top of the mausoleum. There were very many stories like these inthe history of the mausoleum, almost too numerous to count. This was because ithad always been a legendary holy ground. Thinking of these stories and legends or that number one divine general of thecontinent who had stayed in the pavilion for hundreds of years, Chen Changshengfelt slightly moved. His eyes grew darker and darker due to the color of thenight. “Yearning and reverence are all very normal, but…….. you are only looking atit one way, and you are doing absolutely nothing. In my opinion, this isextremely stupid…..and you are wasting your life.” A voice entered from outside the tattered wattled fencing of the grass hut.That person spoke very slowly, and he did not have any obvious fluctuation inhis voice. It sounded like a boring record. Chen Changsheng turned his head around to take a look and only saw a teenagerstanding outside the wattled fencing. The teenager was very skinny and did nothave any expression on his face. He seemed very apathetic, just like his plaineyebrows. It was the teenager of the Wolf Tribe, Zhexiu. Chen Changsheng knew that Zhexiu had earned enough army merits in the northernborders to easily obtain the right to enter the Mausoleum of Books. However, hehad waited many days at the Orthodox Academy for Chen Changsheng who had neverappeared. Instead, he had recently entered the mausoleum with the examinees ofthe top three grades from the Grand Examination, so inevitably, this was somekind of coincidence. He clasped his hand to greet the teenager outside the wattled fencing and saidafter thinking, “Listening to songs, watching dramas, and reading novels,aren’t there actually many people who are wasting their lives? I also reallywant to experience such a feeling.” “But you….. aren’t that kind of person.” Zhexiu looked at him and spoke withthe wattled fencing separating them. His voice was still dry and awkward, butit was very certain almost unquestionable. Chen Changsheng stayed silent and only replied after a little while, “I havesome things that I still cannot make sense of. And before I can understandthem, I temporarily do not want to do anything. At the very least, I do notwant to do anything today.” He had only met Zhexiu at the Grand Examination, so he was not too familiarwith him. Also, his first impression of the Wolf Tribe teenager was anextremely dangerous and very vigilant character. However, when twilight hadswallowed the Mausoleum of Books today, he suddenly found that this Wolf Tribeteenager seemed to be able to understand his own bewilderment for some unknownreason. Perhaps, it was due to the brutality of the northern plains’ extremelywindy and snowy weather or the rumors regarding this teenager. “Is living really the most important thing?” He looked at Zhexiu and asked himseriously. A fifteen-year-old teenager asked his peer a question concerning life ordeath. It seemed like an extremely philosophical question, and he woulddefinitely be laughed at by people if it were asked in the capital’s academies. However, Zhexiu was not a normal teenager, so he did not laugh at ChenChangsheng. Instead, he stayed silent for a very long time. Only after thinkingvery seriously about the question did he give his reply. “Living is not the most important thing.” In the snowy and windy northern borders, living was an extremely difficultthing. It was even more difficult to survive for a mix-blooded young wolf whohad been exiled from his tribe since his youth. Zhexiu had managed to surviveat all costs, and had done countless cold-blooded things to survive. However,he did not believe that living was the most important thing. This answer was somewhat shocking. Chen Changsheng ruminated deeply and said, “Thank you.” From outside the wattled fencing, Zhexiu replied, “Don’t mention it.” Chen Changsheng then asked, “Then, what is the most important thing to you?” Zhexiu said, “Living soberly, or dying soberly.” Just at this moment, there was a creaking noise in front of the grass hut. Thewattled fencing was pushed open to reveal a hole, and a male walked in. Themale had messy hair and a dirty face, and his clothes were old and shabby.However, he did not seem too old, and a pair of bright and clean eyes could beseen from within his untied hair. He looked at the two teenagers who stood onopposite sides of the wattled walls, and he looked like he wanted to asksomething. However, he did not end up asking anything due to some unknownreason. Silence descended upon both the inside and the outside of the wattled fencing.This silence was somewhat strange. Changes in translations: ?? – Used to be divine sense, now spiritual sense It’s technically more correct as spiritual sense because it is heavilydependent on the spirit (?). Even the author explained at the start of the bookthat the strength of the spiritual sense was dependent on the strength of thespirit, so spiritual sense would be more correct than divine sense.