58: Letter to Tang Wuming

Chu Qing successfully became the Lead Big Brother as he wished.

However, his position as Lead Big Brother was a bit inflated.

After all... he hadn't even cultivated 365 Iron Tendons yet.

The other eight, like the white-haired Wang Yinyang and Cui Moyang, had all cultivated them, with the latter two even having 365 Bronze Tendons.

Excluding actual combat, their strength was much greater than Chu Qing's.

But, Chu Qing only said he had cultivated 7 Golden Tendons.

The two pairs of Twins, being simple-minded, patted their chests and pledged their support.

The remaining four, though they acknowledged it, still harbored some doubts.

Chu Qing didn't care about any of that.

After exchanging pleasantries with The Crowd and understanding each other better, he returned to the first floor with them.

The Martial Academy had arranged their nine rooms together.

There was a groove at the entrance. After placing an identity token inside and knocking in a specific rhythm, the mechanism soon sounded, and the stone door opened.

Before entering the room, Chu Qing told them, "Remember, for the next few days, try not to leave the Martial Academy."

The Crowd nodded.

Chu Qing entered the room, and the stone door closed.

He found that the room was not very large, but not small either.

It had numerous suites:

A study, dining room, bedroom, bathing room, cultivation room, and living room – everything was available.

Chu Qing checked them one by one:

The books, bedding, and so on inside were all present.

Everything was of top quality.

In the bedroom, he even saw a wardrobe.

Opening the wardrobe, there were several sets of luxurious clothes inside.

Chu Qing glanced at them casually and knew he could wear them.

He walked around once and finally went to the study.

He wanted to write a letter, a letter to Tang Wuming.

Entering the Martial Academy, and then, taking a single step to heaven, directly becoming one of the Inner Courtyard students, who only had ten spots.

Even though he had lived two lives, he was still incredibly excited.

He eagerly wanted to find someone to share it with, and then he thought of Tang Wuming.

There was a red string in the study. He pulled the red string.

Not long after, the stone door opened.

Two young and beautiful maidservants entered.

They were not old, had pleasing looks, wore luxurious clothing, and possessed a noble demeanor, like Young Misses from a prominent family.

"Greetings, Young Master!"

Their delicate voices made one feel soft.

Chu Qing said, "Grind the ink!"

"Also, prepare hot water; I want to bathe and change."

"Yes!"

A round-faced maidservant went to the bathroom.

The melon-seed-faced maidservant rolled up her sleeves and began to grind the ink.

Chu Qing took up the brush and wrote seven or eight pages in a vigorous, flowing hand.

Aside from the useless rambling, the general meaning was only one thing:

[Tang Wuming, there were over ten thousand candidates this time, and only ten Inner Courtyard spots.]

[None of the Powerful sons and daughters from the Fortified Manor got into the Inner Courtyard, only I, Chu Qing, did.]

[My future is more promising than yours.]

[If you can't make a living, you can be my scribe and muddle through.]

The melon-seed-faced maidservant gently blew on the ink to dry it, took a gold-threaded, silver-edged envelope, and placed the letter inside; she then sealed it with fire wax, and finally, in a soft voice, said:

"Young Master, please present your seal!"

Chu Qing... "I don't have a seal!"

The maidservant said, "Young Master, the Martial Academy has prepared a seal for you; it should be in that box."

On the corner of the table, there was a box.

Chu Qing opened it, and inside were actually seven or eight seals of various sizes.

He was bewildered.

The maidservant pointed to a small, delicate seal and said:

"This is a letter seal."

Chu Qing casually tossed it to the maidservant and said, "You press it."

The maidservant pressed the seal.

A moment later, some strange patterns and Chu Qing's name appeared on the fire wax.

Chu Qing found it interesting and asked the maidservant, "Why are there so many seals?"

The maidservant explained, "This one is for letters, this one is for paintings and calligraphy, this one is for leisure and play, this one is for contracts, this one is..."

"Young Master, you must take good care of these seals."

"If nothing unexpected happens, they will be used until you leave the Martial Academy."

"Perhaps even... for a lifetime."

Chu Qing played with the seals of various sizes; they were all carved from unknown jade, warm and smooth to the touch.

Good stuff.

The maidservant then handed him a small sachet: "Young Master, among the many seals, the contract seal is the most important."

Chu Qing thought for a moment, then had the maidservant put all the contract seals into the sachet for him to carry.

The sachet was fragrant, and inside, there were silk threads binding the seals, so there was no fear of losing them.

Chu Qing gave the letter to the maidservant and asked, "Can this place be delivered?"

The maidservant smiled and said, "Yes!"

"It will be delivered in three days at most."

This place was a thousand li from the Prefecture City, delivered in three days? That speed... was quite fast!

"Oh, right, go and help me post a task."

The maidservant said, "To post a task, your seal is required."

Soon:

After gaining Chu Qing's consent, the maidservant wrote an article according to his request.

Then she had Chu Qing use the contract seal to imprint it in several key places.

The maidservant also explained the meaning represented by the seal's patterns.

Chu Qing felt he had gained knowledge.

"Young Master, tomorrow morning, this task will appear on the Martial Academy's task board."

"At the latest by noon, Shiji County, and even several surrounding counties, will also receive this task."

Chu Qing was satisfied.

He knew this was a privilege of Inner Courtyard students.

"I hope to find Red Snake soon!"

He spent two academic credits to acquire Red Snake, specifically to break the limit of Red Snake Leg.

At this time:

The round-faced maidservant came over: "Young Master, you can bathe at any time."

Bathing, changing clothes.

Chu Qing didn't have to move at all; the maidservants took care of everything for him.

The bath lasted a full hour.

During this time, the maidservants used various fragrant liquids, strange ointments, etc., washing him thoroughly clean and fragrant, inside and out.

Every strand of his hair was meticulously styled.

Finally, the maidservants chose a set of gold and red brocade clothes for him and tied his hair into a large ponytail.

"Young Master is even more handsome."

Chu Qing smiled.

"Oh, right, do you need academic credits or gold and silver?"

The two maidservants quickly said, "Young Master, the Martial Academy pays our wages."

Chu Qing nodded.

He casually gave each of them a fifty-tael silver note and said, "Do your work diligently. If anyone asks you about me, you can tell them, but after you do, you must inform me."

The two maidservants exchanged glances and nodded vigorously.

"Oh, right, is there food? I'm hungry."

The maidservants said, "Yes."

"You can eat in the small cafeteria, or you can eat here."

"Then here it is."

Not long after, the maidservants pushed a small cart over.

There were many food boxes on it.

A few minutes later:

Chu Qing looked at the dining table with eighteen dishes and was a little surprised:

"Does everyone have this kind of setup?"

The melon-seed-faced maidservant pointed to a soup basin and said, "Except for this, everyone else is the same as you."

Chu Qing was puzzled.

"Young Master, among this batch of students, you have the highest points, so you have an extra medicinal meal."

Chu Qing was satisfied and prepared to eat.

As a result, the two maidservants started working on both sides, feeding him with slightly unfamiliar and clumsy movements.

Chu Qing... was speechless.

This life... was too corrupt.

He came here to temper his martial Dao and improve his cultivation.

Now... they were corrupting him with sugar-coated bullets, what should he do?

After a long while, the maidservants cleaned up the leftovers and left.

Chu Qing smacked his lips, feeling the sweet taste of rouge still in his mouth.

"Next time... I'll eat by myself."

"Never be corrupted by sugar-coated bullets!"

After a short rest, in the latter half of the night, he got up and quietly left the Stone Tower.

He wanted to go back once, to personally tell Madam Jin the good news.

And then... retrieve his greatsword and the specially made luminous pearl.