No demons in all realms

Chapter 18 Traveling Ten Thousand Miles

Early in the morning, Su Yang stood in the schoolyard, with more than three hundred students standing neatly in front of him.

He looked around and spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but everyone could hear him clearly.

"From today onwards, I will no longer teach you to read."

"I want to ensure that all underprivileged students in the world can afford to go to school!"

With a simple flick of his wrist, a palace-like school appeared beside Qingniu Village, its plaque bearing the four large characters "Guanghan Academy".

"From this day forward, I establish Guanghan Academy. Guanghan means to embrace the poor and needy from all over the world. There are no geniuses needed here; the purpose is simply to make education affordable for students from impoverished backgrounds."

"Mr. Su is truly a saint!" The students below the stage raised their arms and shouted, because from today onwards, no one will be unable to afford to study.

read more, walk more.

Although he could no longer see, his mind was now incredibly clear. He had read ten thousand books, and the next step was to travel ten thousand miles.

Su Yang infused the academy with a great deal of righteous spirit, and this pure righteous spirit can nurture the spirit of scholars.

He appointed his students as teachers at Guanghan Academy, while he prepared to travel the world and find his own unique path.

The next morning, Su Yang shouldered his bundle, leaned on his bamboo cane, and went out.

Uncle Jin was waiting for him at the intersection.

"Are you planning to go for a walk?" Uncle Jin was still in his lazy manner, leaning against a tree with a blade of grass in his mouth.

Su Yang nodded.

"You're blind, and your cultivation is reduced to nothing but a sliver of righteous energy. You can't even defeat a mere Qi Transformation Realm cultivator on the road. Aren't you afraid of dying on the journey?"

"I'm scared," Su Yang said honestly, "but I have to go."

Uncle Jin clicked his tongue and pulled a cloth bag from his pocket, tossing it to him.

"Take it. Inside are a few spirit stones and some healing pills. Don't be reckless. If you can't win, just run away. There's nothing shameful about it."

Su Yang took the cloth bag and groped his way into his pocket.

"Uncle Jin".

"Um?"

Thank you.

Uncle Jin didn't say anything, turned around, climbed the tree, leaned against the trunk, and closed his eyes.

Su Yang leaned on his bamboo cane and groped his way forward.

He didn't turn around.

Because he knew that even if he turned around, he wouldn't see Uncle Jin.

Su Yang was gone for three whole days.

The first day went smoothly; the road was flat and there were quite a few people along it.

He couldn't keep up the next day. He took the wrong path and wandered into a forest, where he spent most of the day before finally getting out.

By the time he reached the main road, it was almost dark. His bamboo cane had broken in half, and he had several more blisters on his hands.

On the third day at noon, he finally found his way to a town.

The town was small, with a dirt road running from one end to the other, and a few shops scattered on both sides. Su Yang walked along the road with a bamboo cane, and people passed by him from time to time, their footsteps hurried, as if they were in a hurry.

He smelled the aroma of food, and his stomach growled at an inopportune moment.

Su Yang followed the scent and found an inn. A sign hung at the entrance, rustling in the wind. He reached out and touched it; it read "Youjian Inn".

The name was chosen rather casually.

Su Yang pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The inn wasn't big, with seven or eight tables, and three or four tables were occupied at the moment. Su Yang found a corner seat, leaned his bamboo cane against the table, and waited for the waiter to come and serve him.

"Sir, what would you like to eat?"

The sound was crisp and clear, like the flowing water in a mountain stream, which was very pleasant to listen to.

Su Yang was stunned for a moment; he hadn't expected the waiter to be a woman.

"Give me a bowl of noodles."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

It was truly unbelievable that the waitress was a woman, but he didn't think much of it. He was blind now, a blind man whose cultivation was only equivalent to the Core Formation Realm, and he couldn't concern himself with so many other things.

The noodles were served quickly.

"Sir, your noodles are hot, please be careful."

The noodles were well-made, the broth was flavorful, the noodles were chewy, and the portion was generous. He ate while listening intently to the sounds around him.

At the table to my left sat two men who looked like merchants, discussing grain prices. At the table to my right sat a family of three; the child was throwing a tantrum and refusing to eat. And at the table diagonally opposite…

Su Yang paused for a moment with his chopsticks.

A man was sitting at the table diagonally opposite me. He was breathing heavily, his heart was racing, and he reeked of alcohol. Several other people were sitting next to him, their breathing also heavy, as if they were a group.

"Waiter!" The man, breathing heavily, slammed his hand on the table, his voice as unpleasant as a broken gong. "Another pot of wine, please!"

"Coming, coming." The woman's footsteps came from the counter, and she jogged over to the table. "Sir, your wine."

"Come on, fill it up."

"Okay, sir."

Su Yang heard the sound of the wine pot clinking against the cup, followed by the sound of wine being poured. After pouring the wine, the woman turned to leave.

"etc."

The man, breathing heavily, suddenly reached out and grabbed the woman's wrist.

"Sir, you..." The woman's voice was clearly panicked.

"Young lady, you're quite pretty." The man chuckled twice, his breath reeking of alcohol. "Being a waiter in this run-down inn is so boring. Why don't you come back with me and enjoy the good life? What do you say?"

"Sir, please let go..." The woman struggled twice but couldn't break free.

"What are you pretending for? You're just a waiter in this place, and you dare to act all high and mighty with me?" The man's hands started to wander, groping upwards along the woman's wrist.

Su Yang tightened his grip on the chopsticks, but he didn't move.

It wasn't that he didn't want to move; relying on his righteous energy to sense everything around him, he discovered that someone had already moved before him.

"Let her go."

A voice came from Su Yang's right, deep and steady, carrying an undeniable pressure.

Su Yang sensed a white-robed man sitting there with his righteous aura. He was about thirty years old, breathing steadily, with a strong heartbeat, and his spiritual power was abundant. This was the cultivation level that only the Qi Transformation Realm possessed.

The bully paused for a moment, then turned to look at the person who had spoken: "Who are you? Mind your own business."

The man in white stood up. "I am Qian Jiuri of the Immortal Sect. I'll say it again, let her go."

"So what if you're from a prestigious family? Your father won't let you go, what can you do about it?" The bully suddenly stood up, grabbed the woman and pulled her to his side, his other hand already on her waist.

The woman screamed in fright.

Su Yang sensed a sudden burst of spiritual power emanating from the white-robed man's body—it was killing intent, pure killing intent.

He's going to kill someone?!

Su Yang suddenly stood up, not even bothering to grab his bamboo cane, and reached out to block Qian Jiuri's path.

"Wait a minute!"

Qian Jiuri paused for a moment.

Su Yang took a deep breath, turned to the bully, and said in a deep voice, "Brave man, you are drunk and have acted inappropriately. This young lady makes a living here, and it is unreasonable for you to harass her in public. Please let go and go your separate ways to avoid damaging the harmony."

The bully sized him up and down, and seeing that he was blind, he immediately laughed: "Where did this blind beggar come from? He dares to meddle in my business?"

Su Yang ignored him and turned to Qian Jiuri: "Brother, this man's actions are indeed despicable, but his crime doesn't warrant death. If you were to kill him, it would be against the law and against reason. Why not report him to the authorities?"

"Report to the authorities?" Qian Jiuri sneered. "Can the government handle these local thugs and bullies?"

"Whether the government can intervene or not is their business; if you kill someone, that's your business." Su Yang's tone was calm. "Brother, your cultivation is profound; killing an ordinary person is as easy as turning your hand. But what happens after you've done it? How are you any different from him?"

Qian Jiuri frowned. "You're comparing me to someone like that?"

"I'm not comparing," Su Yang said. "I'm saying that violence is not the right way. If you really want to help him, you should teach him what rules are, instead of killing him outright."

The bully grew impatient, released the woman, and walked towards Su Yang: "You blind, stinking scholar, are you tired of living?"

He reached out to push Su Yang.

Su Yang did not dodge. With a flick of his cane, he knocked the bully to the ground.

Qian Jiuri looked at Su Yang with a complicated expression.

"You're talking nonsense," he said to Su Yang.

Then he moved.

Su Yang only felt a gust of wind brush past him, followed by a scream, and then the dull, heavy sound of something falling to the ground.

A strong smell of blood filled the air.

Su Yang froze.

The man in white stood beside the thug's corpse, flicked the blood off his sword, and turned to look at Su Yang.

"Keep your道理 (principles/reasoning) for yourself." His tone was clearly disdainful. "In this world, fists are more effective than reason."

Su Yang did not speak.

He could sense that everyone else in the inn was looking at him—some with pity, some with mockery, and some just enjoying the spectacle.

Qian Jiuri scoffed, his gaze sweeping over Su Yang's bandaged eyes: "A blind man like you dares to spout the words of sages to me? Save your breath, heal yourself first."

After saying that, he tossed a few pieces of silver onto the table and strode out of the inn.