The interior environment of the simple house is very modest.

    It truly deserves the title of "shabby room."

    It looks exactly like an abandoned house in a village.

    A large cement bed, with a small square table on it, accompanied by three cushions.

    A fireplace on the ground, above which sits an old-style aluminum teapot, emitting steam waves.

    The remaining items that can be considered furniture are just a single bookshelf, filled with books.

    It's truly, a shabby room!

    "Would you like to have tea or coffee?"

    A middle-aged man places the books on the bed, lifts the old teapot, and asks with a smile.

    This question was completely beyond the expectations of Zhou Reng and Ning Meng, such a shabby house, but there is also coffee?

    That doesn't fit the character setup!

    "Two little girls, what are you thinking about? You're impolite! It may be a bit shabby, but it's not as bad as you think!"

    The middle-aged man glared at the two women, then turned around and took a pack of coffee beans from the drawer of the bookshelf.

    Just as Zhou Reng thought this man could somehow produce a coffee machine.

    And just as Zhou Reng thought that this man could produce a coffee machine, he saw the middle-aged man rub his hand, and the coffee beans turned into fine powder instantly.

    "Almost forgot, this uncle is still a Confucian cultivator."

    Zhou Reng muttered to herself inwardly.

    The three of them climbed onto the bed.

    "Senior, we still do not know your name and status?"

    The coffee is ready, but Zhou Reng and Ning Meng still don't know the identity of this middle-aged man. Holding their coffee cups, Zhou Reng reminded.

    "I didn't mention that? Ah, it's my negligence."

    "My name is Yan Xueshan, a professor of Chinese Literature at Zhongyuan University, and who might you be?"

    The middle-aged man, Yan Xueshan, tapped his own forehead and smiled as he introduced himself.

    "Special Affairs Management Bureau, Zhou Reng and Ning Meng."

    Zhou Reng and Ning Meng spoke in turn.

    Considering that Confucianism has always been portrayed in a positive light throughout history, Zhou Reng deliberately concealed her identity as a psychiatric nurse's assistant. She didn't want to be labeled as a "zombie" by Yan Xueshan in front of her.

    "Originally, you are young disciples of the Special Affairs Management Bureau, and I apologize for the impolite behavior!"

    Yan Xueshan poured coffee for Zhou Reng and Ning Meng.

    "Senior, please don't say that. We don't know why Senior brought us in here?"

    Zhou Reng quickly bowed respectfully, holding the coffee cup with both hands. Thanks to her extraordinary physique, the just-cooked coffee wasn't too hot.

    "Ah, nothing. It's just that I heard this little girl talk about Confucianism and Daoism, so I wanted to hear how things are being talked about outside now."

    Yan Xueshan turned his gaze towards Ning Meng.

    Ning Meng heard this and secretly muttered a "no good".

    This guy was definitely drawn by what she had said, and she wondered why she suddenly spoke up.

    "Senior, please don't joke. We are just two newly awakened novices. Before this, we didn't even know the existence of Confucianism and Daoism, let alone discuss them."

    Zhou Reng took the initiative to change the topic, revealing her true situation in detail.

    "That's right, right. I only know one Daoist sword refiner. I haven't even seen a Buddhist person, let alone a Confucian."

    Ning Meng nodded vigorously in agreement beside her.

    She had heard from her colleagues in the Special Affairs Management Bureau that the cultivators of the three schools of Daoism, in their daily lives, were often involved in disputes over their own schools and couldn't tolerate anyone saying anything negative about them.

    They can be called a bunch of madmen!

    "Is that so? Has Confucianism declined to this extent? The young generation hasn't even heard of it."

    Yan Xueshan's expression suddenly sank.

    He had pursued it for half of his life, but now he could not gain the recognition of others, a feeling that was simply too uncomfortable!

    It felt as if he had wasted his entire life.

    "Senior, you don't have to worry too much. I think the reason why you're not famous is because...you're too shabby!"

    "If you can join us at the Special Affairs Management Bureau like those Daoists, people will definitely get to know you again."

    Zhou Reng's attitude at this moment was completely that of a patient, showing great patience in comforting him.

    "It's hard to enter the world, in this world, there are countless temptations everywhere. Young Confucian scholars can't resist the temptation of the worldly affairs. Once they enter the world, their cultivation will be almost gone in no time."

    Yan Xueshan sighed and drank the coffee he had ground himself.

    "Just like this coffee, it's not as sweet as tea, yet it has successfully replaced tea to become the new favorite of the young generation. This is the trend of the times!"

    Zhou Reng and Ning Meng looked at Yan Xueshan with a simultaneous glance.

    What does this guy intend to do?

    Is he planning to host a venting session?

    They don't have the mood to listen to him complain here.

    They're still hungry!

    "Then, Senior, if you have no other matters, we should leave first?"

    Ning Meng blinked her eyes, looking pitifully at Yan Xueshan.

    "Go, go. Let me have some quiet time alone."

    Yan Xueshan didn't even look at Ning Meng, casually waving his hand and looking thoroughly disheartened.

    "Then we'll leave!"

    With Yan Xueshan's permission, Ning Meng and Zhou Reng immediately stood up, as if fleeing from the shabby room.

    "This old guy is really strange. It's all very mysterious."

    Only after running for over 200 meters outside the small bungalow did Ning Meng finally feel like she had been rejuvenated, patting her chest.

    "It's indeed very strange. But has Confucianism really declined?"

    Zhou Reng looked back towards the bungalow, her expression thoughtful.

    "Eh? Sister Zhou, aren't you interested in Confucianism? Don't do that. I've heard that Confucian cultivators practice very hard, even harder than Buddhist cultivators who are self-cleaning and renunciation!"

    "Because the cultivation is too difficult, so gradually the inheritance was broken off, and became the present declining appearance."

    "Sister Zhou, don't get carried away!"

    Ning Meng saw Zhou Reng's interested expression and immediately shouted at her to stop.

    But just as she finished speaking, Ning Meng quickly covered her mouth with lightning speed, her eyes scanning the surroundings in fear of another person like Yan Xueshan.

    "No, never mind, it's nothing. Let's go, let's have something to eat!"

    Zhou Reng thought for a moment, not having any desire to explain, she pulled up Ning Meng's arm and started looking for lunch on the streets.

    It's not that Zhou Reng is interested in Confucianism.

    It's that the skills of Confucianism brought Zhou Reng a different kind of experience.

    【Special Divine Technique, Cultivating the Self and Observing Discipline】

    This skill, although Zhou Reng didn't get to see its full details, has made a difference since she received it.

    During the ten or so minutes she spent with Yan Xueshan.

    Zhou Reng could clearly feel that her mind and spirit were purified while being in Yan Xueshan's shabby room.

    It's like an old smoker who has smoked for ten years, suddenly quitting for half a year.

    Or like a person who has been overweight for ten years suddenly losing weight successfully.

    It brought her a strange sense of refreshment, and she felt like her body was rejuvenated.

    If she was to fight the Synthetic Beast again, she was confident that she could defeat that monster within ten moves!

    That's how magical it is.