At first, she gritted her teeth and endured it out of fear, but in the end she couldn't take it anymore and sat down on the ground to act spoiled. After being scolded, she started crying.

She said she would complain to her father and mother, and that she was a girl and did not practice martial arts.

But none of her efforts worked on Fu Tingchen.

As a result of this commotion, she was not only punished by being hung on a wooden pole, but she also missed out on breakfast.

My nephew was also implicated and missed out on breakfast.

The little princess is also concerned about her image. I accept being punished, but why should others be implicated as well?

But she knew her third brother's personality too well; talking to him was useless. She could only obediently admit her mistake and then grit her teeth and continue training in the morning despite her empty stomach.

Fortunately, both of them were just starting out and it was their first day, so Fu Tingchen wasn't really that demanding.

The morning training program wasn't too demanding, and at least we were able to have lunch in time.

The afternoon was more relaxed.

Of course, this is in comparison to the morning.

The afternoon class mainly consisted of literature lessons, where the two students copied from books.

However, it is necessary to copy the first ten chapters of the "Great Court Instruction Law" twice.

It's actually only about 800 characters in total, and at a normal speed, it can be completed in an hour.

But the little princess relaxed again here.

She was eager to finish her homework so she could escape her third brother's clutches and go down the mountain to play.

I only cared about speed, and when I handed in my homework, I was scolded for my messy handwriting and had a lot of spelling mistakes pointed out.

In the end, he was punished by having to copy it five more times.

Unlucky Fu Ziyu was implicated again and punished by having to copy the text five times.

When Yun Zhiyi arrived, the two children had just finished dinner and were sitting at the table copying a book, still halfway through the last round.

The little princess's face was eerily white in the candlelight, but her eyes were swollen and red like walnuts.

When they saw Yun Zhiyi coming over, their eyes lit up.

But it quickly dimmed again.

One felt hopeless and helpless, while the other was filled with shame.

Fu Tingchen then went to patrol the mountain and, incidentally, herded the poultry back into their shed.

"It's so late, haven't you finished your homework yet? Have you had dinner?"

"Sister, we've just eaten, it'll be ready in a little while," Fu Ziyu said hurriedly.

He didn't want his sister to know that he hadn't finished his homework for so long because he had been punished.

Yun Zhiyi placed the food box on the table, took out two plates of pastries, and sat down beside it.

He glanced at the little princess, who was radiating resentment, and asked, "How was your day? Did it go smoothly?"

Fu Ziyu nodded naturally, "Very good, I can complete everything that Third Uncle arranged."

The little princess, on the other hand, pursed her lips, lowered her head, and copied the book with a wronged expression, but she still couldn't help but look up.

Her voice was hoarse with sobs, "Sister Yun, can't you really arrange for my third brother to go on a business trip?"

On the very first day, she felt like she couldn't go on living.

The thought of enduring his torment every day made her feel hopeless.

Yun Zhiyi found it funny.

Just as he was about to say something, he paused and glanced to the side.

"In times of trouble, it's better to strengthen yourself than to ask others for help."

Upon hearing this voice, the two children's expressions changed, and they immediately straightened their backs and lowered their heads to write.

Yun Zhiyi looked at the two children, their bodies tense, and a hint of a smile flashed in her eyes.

She stood up and turned to Fu Tingchen.

Fu Tingchen nodded to her, "Master, is there anything I can do for you?"

Fu Wenyu, sitting at the table, was so startled by these words that her hand trembled, and the page she had painstakingly copied was instantly ruined, her little face twisting into a pretzel.

Yun Zhiyi nodded. "There is indeed something I need to discuss. Let's go outside and talk."

Fu Tingchen nodded, and the two walked out together and sat down at the wooden table in the courtyard.

Yun Zhiyi asked, "If I give you a set of internal energy cultivation techniques, can you teach others to learn them... They don't all need to know them, just 80% will be fine."

Martial arts, martial arts, are martial skills and internal energy.

The former focuses on external cultivation, while the latter focuses on internal cultivation.

Ordinary people can be called martial artists by learning just a few moves.

But this happened after martial arts had gradually declined.

She is not yet sure whether the martial arts system of the Cloud Ripple Realm was the same as the one she encountered in other worlds.

However, according to the orthodox martial arts training system, only by cultivating internal energy can one be considered to have truly entered the path.

Just like a cultivator must draw qi into their body to be considered to have crossed the threshold.

Only those who can cultivate internal energy can be called martial artists.

Internal energy can be cultivated through corresponding techniques or through one's own gradual mastery of martial arts skills, integrating and condensing them slowly.

The latter undoubtedly requires a long time and exceptional talent.

What she took out was something that could allow a person to cultivate internal energy in a short period of time, which could be considered a shortcut.

This kind of thing exists in many sects and schools.

They all primarily cultivate their skills using internal energy techniques as a foundation.

Fu Tingchen had a grandfather who was the leader of the martial arts alliance, so he didn't have to rely on martial arts skills to slowly learn like a self-taught martial artist. He also started by cultivating internal energy.

Therefore, I was not surprised by what she said.

She asked this question because different internal cultivation methods exist, and if someone practices one method, they may not be able to practice another.

However, if some people want to teach others, they need to study it themselves first in order to teach better.

So we'll ask first, and if Fu Tingchen's approach doesn't work, we'll think of something else.

Neither she nor the Nine-Tails followed the path of martial arts.

As far as she knows, Fu Yuanbo and Fu Tingchen are the most suitable.

However, the former is a professor-level teacher. Even if he could teach, she was afraid that if he were to teach a group of 'elementary school students' to get started, he would ruin them.

Fu Tingchen did not give an immediate answer, but instead asked, "What kind of technique is it?"

Yun Zhiyi didn't hide anything and directly took out a thin blue book.

Including the cover, it's only ten pages long.

Unlike martial arts techniques, martial arts manuals require drawing and breaking down the moves.

This is a very basic introductory manual for cultivating internal energy, suitable for most people, and is the most suitable for beginners.

Fu Tingchen took it and started reading.

Each page contains only four key principles, written in a very profound style.

That's why we need to find someone to teach us.

Because those who teach also need to decipher and comprehend it first.

Otherwise, just give each person a book and let them practice on their own.

In the path of cultivation, having a master to guide you through the beginning is always the safest and quickest way.

Fu Tingchen looked at the contents of the mental cultivation manual, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

He closed the book, nodded to her, and said, "Yes, but it depends on your aptitude and potential."

Yun Zhiyi's brow relaxed slightly, and she smiled, "Then there's no problem. We'll be sending a group of people with martial arts aptitude and talent over soon. I'll have to trouble you then."

Fu Tingchen's fingers unconsciously traced the book cover, but he didn't ask any more questions. He simply nodded and said, "It's my duty."

Yun Zhiyi smiled and took out two more white porcelain bottles.

Fu Tingchen glanced silently at her not-so-wide sleeves and continued to play dumb.

However, when she saw her push the small porcelain bottle towards her, she frowned and instinctively wanted to refuse.

Yun Zhiyi spoke first.

"There are one hundred Qi-stabilizing pills in here. They can stabilize internal energy and strengthen the dantian. Once someone has gathered internal energy, give them these pills."

Fu Tingchen was taken aback, his gaze falling on the white porcelain bottle, his eyes deep and unfathomable.