"Is Miss Wang so quick to understand?"

Hua Chaoyan's eyes widened in surprise upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words.

Her master's talent was already like that of a celestial being. Without any books for him to study, he simply held her every day and touched her all over, and he comprehended the Five Elements Escape Technique that she was born with. She herself was just using it according to her bloodline instincts and hadn't even figured it out yet.

"Otherwise, why would your master leave the perfectly good Zhanmeng Islands and come here?"

Feng Bingwen glanced at the little deer. The Five-Colored Deer, revered as an auspicious creature by humans, seemed harmless in appearance. But considering the other auspicious creatures worshipped and revered as sacred by humans, the Five-Colored Deer was hardly a weakling.

Hua Chaoyan looks young, innocent, and naive, but she was born with the ability to use the Five Elements Escape Technique. Although the world is vast, there are few things that can stop her.

Moreover, during this period of time, Feng Bingwen became more and more familiar with the body of this five-colored deer—mainly because in order to deduce the Five Elements Escape Technique, he discovered that there was more undiscovered potential in the bloodline of this seemingly harmless little creature, and that her bloodline contained even more supernatural powers.

Such a good thing must have made many ordinary cultivators envious, but there's nothing they can do, they were born into a good family and have many powerful ancestors whose lineage can be inscribed in their blood.

Every day, they simply eat and sleep, and naturally possess great power. If one day they suddenly have an epiphany and want to cultivate, the foundation given by their bloodline will allow them to have an extremely high upper limit. They don't need to worry about the extinction of their cultivation path, a problem that ordinary cultivators worry about.

"Since Master values ​​Miss Wang so much, why not establish a master-disciple relationship with her and bring her back to the sect? Cultivating in the Zhanmeng Islands would be a hundred times better than here, wouldn't it?"

Completely unaware that she had become a "masterpiece of supernatural powers" in her master's eyes, Hua Chaoyan asked her question.

"It's not that simple."

Feng Bingwen looked up helplessly.

“She has family and parents. If I take such a young child to the island, wouldn’t that ruin her life? I can’t be with her every moment.”

No matter how clever and quick-witted a little girl with less than ten years of life experience is, she is still just a child—the same goes for reincarnations of ancient immortals. Wang Shu's memories of her past life showed no signs of reviving.

If it were a large, populous sect, it would be fine, but a sect like the Supreme Dao, with its dwindling population and the vast majority of its members obsessed with cultivation, where you might not even encounter a single person even after traveling eight thousand miles, would likely cause a little girl to become ill if she went there, even if she wasn't sick.

How can sacred celestial beasts understand mortals? Human inheritance requires learning.

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"When does the master plan to take her away? He can't let her stay here forever, can he?"

"When it's time to leave, you'll leave naturally. That's not something you need to worry about!"

"All right!"

Hua Chaoyan reluctantly withdrew. Although staying by the master's side was much better than staying in the clan's territory, it would be even better to return to the Supreme Path, as she preferred the environment there.

"Sir, may I go for a stroll outside?"

Just after calming the five-colored deer, a burly, bear-like man barged in. This was Xiong Cuiyue. Her current appearance was the result of her best efforts to conceal it. If she were to reveal her true form, she would truly be able to move mountains and uproot peaks.

"I promise I won't cause any trouble. If anything happens, I'll come back to you, sir, right away."

"Can."

Feng Bingwen looked up at the bear-like man with an expectant expression and nodded slightly. He was naturally fierce and combative, and it would be really difficult for him to restrain himself and obediently guard the private school, even if it was only for a few months.

"Master, I want to go too!"

Hua Chaoyan, standing to the side, had her eyes sparkling, revealing an eager look on her face.

"Let's go together, but don't reveal your true forms!"

Feng Bingwen gave a few words of advice and watched the two of them leave the private school together.

Donghua Continent is located at the rear of the human race's power. Although demons and spirits breed in its mountains and wilderness, none of them have truly become powerful.

Therefore, he was not worried about the two of them getting into trouble. Within the human realm, his status as a true disciple of the Supreme Dao was quite good. As long as it was mentioned, no matter who it was, they would give him some face.

"teacher!"

"Um?"

Feng Bingwen turned his head at the sound and looked at the girl holding a book who walked to his side.

"The yin and yang of the four seasons are the foundation of all things. Therefore, the sages nourish yang in spring and summer, and nourish yin in autumn and winter to follow their roots, thus rising and falling with all things at the gate of growth." What does this sentence mean?

Do you have your own understanding of this?

"have."

"Tell me about it!"

"The changes of Yin and Yang in the four seasons are the foundation of all life..."

Without hesitation, the girl expressed her understanding, then stared intently at Feng Bingwen.

"Teacher, do you think my understanding is correct?"

"Pretty much the same!"

Feng Bingwen spoke with great eloquence, while the girl jumped up from the ground with joy.

"What's there to be happy about? How long did it take you to come up with such a simple sentence?"

Feng Bingwen touched the jade book and then tapped Wang Shu on the head.

"master!"

Wang Shu covered the spot where Feng Bingwen had knocked her, looking aggrieved. She felt a strange, tingling sensation there, seeping into her entire body.

"You should go home now. Don't linger here too long, or your parents will come looking for you."

Feng Bingwen ignored her aggrieved gaze and directly found an excuse to kick her out of the private school.

As the sun sets and rises, just as it peeks halfway over the mountains, a vibrant and energetic little girl skips and hops towards the private school, bathed in the morning sunlight.

This appearance immediately drew approving glances from many adults, while their disappointed looks fell on their own lazy children, whose faces seemed to scream "I don't want to go to school."

"Master, I'm here!"

The girl was the first to rush into the private school, and then she easily made her way into the backyard. As soon as she stepped into the courtyard, her loud noise stopped immediately, her steps became much lighter, and her eyes shone as she looked at the scene before her.

In the courtyard, on a slightly flat bluestone, sat a valiant Taoist with long, sword-like eyebrows that swept upwards into his temples. His eyes were closed, and with each breath, specks of light could be seen surging and gathering around him. Within his body, they transformed into serpentine rays of light that swirled around him and finally merged into his body.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that the young Taoist was not sitting on the stone platform; his body was actually suspended in mid-air, with no support underneath.

Winter~

A crisp tapping sound rang out, and the Taoist priest, who had been meditating, opened his eyes at some point, looking at the girl who was clutching her forehead and groaning in pain with an unfriendly expression.

"It seems you haven't learned your lesson from yesterday. Do you think you can just barge into a cultivator's residence? If I were practicing lightning magic, you would already be nothing but bones by now."

"I won't do it again next time!"

The blow to her forehead seemed to pierce her very bones, but the girl's eyes remained wide open, unblinking, staring at the young Taoist priest who was still sitting cross-legged in mid-air. This was the first time she had ever witnessed such a wondrous scene.

Although she had always known that her teacher was extraordinary and elusive, she had never seen him in person. Now she finally saw him, fulfilling her wish, and at the same time, a great longing arose in her heart.

"You want a next time?"

Feng Bingwen snorted coldly.

"There won't be a next time. Next time I come in, I will definitely wait for your permission, Master."

"What master craftsman?"

The young Taoist priest frowned.

"The book says that immortals have the secret to preserving their youth. Although you look very young, I think you must be very old, maybe even older than the great-grandfather in the village."

The girl was innocent, romantic, and unrestrained. She felt that she could confide her thoughts and speak freely in front of the young Taoist priest who had come to her.

"Where did you read those frivolous books? Nonsense! I am not an immortal, and what you see now is my true form. I have always been this young; I am not old!"

Feng Bingwen enunciated the last three words very forcefully.

"Hehe, I got it, master!"

"You worthless wretch!"

After Feng Bingwen finished his practice, he gathered his energy, stood up, and disappeared from the spot as he landed on the ground. Only a voice reached the girl's ears.

"Come with me to class."

"They're here!"

Wang Shu smiled so much that her eyes narrowed into slits. She had always addressed him as "teacher," but now that she had changed it to "master," the young cultivator was beginning to accept her.

Indeed, when it comes to cultivating oneself and seeking the Dao, one still needs to be a little thick-skinned. The girl figured this out without being taught, and in the days that followed, she became increasingly bold, taking the initiative to ask Feng Bingwen for advice on matters of cultivation.

Although Feng Bingwen always encouraged her to recite Taoist scriptures to build up her knowledge, he still taught her some basic breathing techniques.

Then Feng Bingwen witnessed the uniqueness of a reincarnated ancient immortal. Without any special physical enhancement or guidance from past life memories, he relied solely on his upright and peaceful breathing technique, without any special characteristics, but also without making any mistakes. In just one hour, a wisp of "Qi" appeared in Wang Shu's dantian.

It was an extremely faint wisp of "qi" that seemed to be dispersed by a mere breeze. However, when it appeared in the dantian, it signified that the person was no longer the same as before and had embarked on a transformative path of cultivation.

"Master, Master, I've cultivated Qi! Look!"

The girl immediately shared her joy with Feng Bingwen, who was reading a Taoist book. When the girl, who was jumping and skipping, rushed in front of him, Feng Bingwen was still a little surprised.

However, in his eyes, the girl's entire body was completely visible, and the faint white light emanating from her dantian was all too obvious.

"Yes, I saw it!"

Feng Bingwen remained calm. He simply lifted the girl and placed her on the bluestone where he usually meditated. Then, he guided her to close her eyes and concentrate once more, directing the faint wisp of Qi to circulate through her meridians to strengthen her cultivation.

"Calm your mind and focus your attention!"

The young Taoist's voice contained a peculiar power that extinguished the girl's joyful emotions, gradually calming her mind, just like an old monk who had been in meditation for many years, without any thoughts or desires.

After a long while, the girl felt a pang of hunger in her stomach and finally broke out of her meditative state. When she opened her eyes, the moon was high in the sky and the stars filled the heavens; it was already late at night.

"Oh no, it's so late and I haven't gone home yet. My parents will be worried!"

The first thought that popped into the girl's mind when she saw the sky was worry about her parents.

"Don't worry, I've used a little trick to keep your parents in the dark."

Feng Bingwen said it wasn't a big problem; he had done similar things many times before, often staying out all night, and had long since mastered a set of illusions to deceive his family.

"Then everything is fine!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Shu breathed a sigh of relief, but her expression quickly brightened with excitement. After two months of cultivating and seeking the Dao, she had finally experienced firsthand the wonders of cultivation.

"Master, I'm a cultivator now too!"

"Hmm, from today onwards you are also a cultivator. Unfortunately, you are the weakest cultivator I have ever seen!"

Feng Bingwen responded, and then mercilessly attacked his disciple.

"I've only just begun my cultivation. As long as I work hard and persevere, I'm sure I can become as strong as you, Master!"

"You're dreaming. I succeeded in cultivating Qi with just a little effort, while you spent an hour. With your talent, unless you put in ten times the effort, you'll never surpass me in this lifetime!"

Feng Bingwen was talking nonsense at this moment, because his cultivation path was different from most cultivators. Before he officially started cultivating, his body had accumulated a huge amount of "Qi", which was the power of the Heavenly Dragon Pearl.

"Ten times the effort!"

Wang Shu lowered her head, her excitement almost gone, her hands clenched tightly, her eyes filled with determination.

"Go back now, don't keep your family waiting!"

Feng Bingwen waved her hand. She didn't want to discourage this disciple, but he was indeed too outstanding and had to be kept in check. Without the memories of an immortal, a child of this age could easily become arrogant and complacent.

"yes."

After the girl left, Feng Bingwen sat on the bluestone platform, frowning and deep in thought.

He found it extremely unreasonable. He had examined Wang Shu's physique countless times, even more than she did herself. She was a completely ordinary person with nothing special about her. Logically speaking, even with the most advanced Qi-guiding techniques, it would be impossible for her to sense Qi so quickly.

"Unless, she has perfectly mastered the Qi-guiding technique and, without making a single mistake, guided the Qi into her body!"

In order to verify his idea, Feng Bingwen even temporarily sealed his own cultivation, including the special properties of his Five Elements Dao Body. Then, using the same guiding technique as his student, he began to try to draw in Qi.

"What kind of monstrous talent is this?"

After trying it, Feng Bingwen confirmed once again that this reincarnated immortal, apart from lacking the Dao body and memories, had probably inherited everything from his previous life.