Chapter 654: Butterfly Slave (21)

Afterwards, Wen Wan and Lu Ping got to know the other eighteen disciples. Because of their sweet talk, they quickly became the most beloved junior sisters here. Apart from her and Lu Ping, they were all male disciples, which was quite absurd.

However, these senior brothers are almost never seen in their entirety; most of them are in seclusion refining weapons. It can be said that these people have excellent talent and are all geniuses. Moreover, they are hardworking enough. It would be unreasonable for them not to be strong.

Lu Ping taught Wen Wan the basics of weapon crafting. Master Gao Linyuan didn't interfere with these techniques because they were too simple. He wanted Wen Wan to absorb the basic knowledge first.

However, as freshmen, they still need to attend group classes with the core disciples and other freshmen.

As soon as Wen Wan appeared, she felt countless eyes staring at her, and most of the people seemed rather unfriendly.

Wen Wan could understand. After all, many people felt resentful when she became a core disciple, and now that she had become Elder Lin Yuan's personal disciple, it was even more incomprehensible to everyone.

What makes her so special?

How can someone be so lucky?

The next second, Wen Wan hid behind Chu Yao, "Senior brother, please protect me."

Chu Yao: "..."

Lin Sheng couldn't help but laugh, but when he looked at the other disciples, his eyes held a hint of threat.

The other disciples: "???"

That's shameless! How can someone be so brazen? He's a direct disciple, after all. This is just too shameless.

Chen Zihan looked at Wen Wan with eyes that seemed to want to devour her. "As expected of a country bumpkin, you only know how to hide behind others when something happens. At the freshman assembly, I will definitely not let you off the hook. I will make you realize the difference between you and me."

Wen Yan: "..."

"Scared~"

Chen Zihan: "..."

This affected manner is truly infuriating.

"Class time has started! Do you think this is a market? Hurry up and sit down in your seats!"

The teaching elder entered, and all the new disciples quickly took their seats.

“My surname is Chen, you can call me Teacher Chen. I am your history teacher. In my class, you should follow the rules, otherwise you will not know what the punishment will be.”

"Class will now begin."

Wen Wan was initially very curious about this so-called history class, thinking it would be about teaching formations and alchemy, but it turned out to be a history class about the history of the Tianli Sect.

The old man's voice was so hypnotic that Wen Wan felt sleepy.

Just as she was about to close her mouth, she was hit on the forehead. The pain brought tears to Wen Wan's eyes and woke her up from her drowsiness.

"Distracted thinking and sleeping are prohibited during class."

Wen Yan: "..."

Her forehead must be swollen. The punishment in this cultivation world classroom is really fierce. Wen Wan insisted.

Although the person was still staring at the elder with open eyes, the god was gone.

"Next, I'm going to ask you some questions. If you can't answer them, you'll have to copy the history of the Tianli Sect three times."

All disciples: "???"

How terrifying.

Wen Wan immediately lowered her head, silently praying, "Please don't call me, I didn't hear anything."

The first person to be found was her.

"Wen Jie."

Wen Yan: "..."

Teacher Chen is definitely doing this on purpose; this is definitely revenge. Wen Wan stood up. "System, if you don't help me, I won't have time to do the tasks."

System: [Alright.]

Wen Wan breathed a sigh of relief; this system was reliable after all.

"Let me introduce the Tianli Sect's Hundred Rivers War."

The system retrieved Wen Wan's information, and Wen Wan began to read it aloud confidently. The other disciples who wanted to see Wen Wan make a fool of herself were stunned, and even the elders were somewhat surprised. "Correct answer, sit down. Next person, I hope you won't disappoint your teacher."

As a result, the questions asked by the elder were all trivial, and many people couldn't answer them at all, so a large number of people were punished.

Wen Wan watched others suffer misfortune and enjoyed the spectacle, especially Chen Zihan's misfortune. Chen Zihan couldn't even answer the question; wasn't he supposed to be arrogant? In the end, he was still punished by copying a book, which made Wen Wan extremely happy.

Soon the morning classes finally ended, and Wen Wan stretched.

"Senior Brother Chu, Senior Brother Lin, let's go to the cafeteria, I'm starving."

Chu Yao: "Junior Sister, I am practicing the art of fasting. Ordinary food contains too many impurities and is not helpful for cultivating immortality. Junior Sister should gradually give up eating three meals a day."

Wen Yan: "???"

"Why must eating be useful for spiritual practice? Eating is for enjoyment; it is the most wonderful and indispensable thing in this world. If I don't eat delicious food, I will lose all my good qualities, and I cannot live."

Chu Yao: "..."

He couldn't understand his junior sister's craving for food.

Wen Wan looked at Lin Sheng, who shook his head. "I need to go to the library."

Wen Yan: "..."

Why go through all this trouble? They're already so amazing.

"Alright, then you can go."

Chu Yao and Lin Sheng left, so Wen Wan had to go to the cafeteria alone. There weren't many people in the cafeteria, and most of them were ordinary disciples wearing ordinary disciple clothes.

As soon as Wen Wan stepped in, her clothes, befitting a direct disciple, made a very high-profile entrance.

Wen Yan: "..."

Good grief, could it be that in their eyes I'm becoming decadent?

Wen Wan pretended not to see it. Her desire to eat was like her mother's desire to remarry; there was no stopping her, not even if the sky were to fall.

First, I scanned all the windows, and then I selected the one I wanted to eat.

“Personal disciple, it’s rare to see a personal disciple eating in the disciple’s canteen. I’ll get you extra food.”

"Thank you, Uncle. I'd like to ask how many head chefs we have in our cafeteria?"

"what are you up to?"

"To be honest, I'm a picky eater. Can you afford to cook for me separately here? My family has been chefs for generations, and my ancestors even cooked for the emperor. I've developed a picky palate since I was a child, and I just want to eat what I'm used to."

The other party was very surprised.

This was the first time he'd heard such a request, and at that moment, a man put down his spoon. "You think my cooking is bad?"

Wen Yan: "???"

"He is our head chef, Chef Lin."

Wen Wan: "Master Lin, you are the head chef! If your skills were outside, you would be comparable to the imperial chef. You could open a restaurant and dominate the entire cultivation world. But I just want to eat some hometown flavors. You know, it's very difficult for me to come here far from home to cultivate."

The other person, flattered by Wen Wan's praise, was no longer angry. "Then show me the recipe."

Wen Wan quickly gave Chef Lin the recipes for the dishes she wanted to eat. Chef Lin was initially curious about what kind of recipes could make this young girl so obsessed with them, and even dislike his cooking. But as he looked at them, Chef Lin's expression became serious.