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An excerpt from the novel: 

After the Deng Wen Assembly, Song Qianji enjoyed an impeccable reputation-dashing, brilliant, unmatched in both zither and chess. Now he even became the youngest Nascent Soul cultivator, yet people described him as some twisted pervert who took pleasure in tormenting others.

Lin Feiyuan thought to himself. Those people couldn't dig up any real dirt, so they made things up from thin air- gossip born of nothing, spread just to gratify their own petty malice. And they dared to call themselves a righteous sect?

Song Qianji thought otherwise. I'm just a guy who farms. Why would I care about my reputation?

Besides, if my reputation is too good, what if Xian Jianchen came knocking?

"I don't concern myself with that," he said.

Lin Feiyuan was exasperated. "Fine-let's say I care, alright? They're slandering me like that-am I not supposed to care about my own pride?"

Song Qianji nodded. "Alright then."

"What do you mean 'alright'?!" Lin Feiyuan was stunned, only to see Song Qianji already striding forward, blocking the group of cultivators at the mountain gate and addressing them earnestly:

"Don't spread rumors. Don't pass on gossip. Start with yourself. Let's make the cultivation world cleaner, better."

Lin Feiyuan doubled over laughing against a tree-just like that, all his anger vanished.