Chapter 26 Class (Part 3) Why is everyone challenging her to a duel? ...
"Sorry," Qingxing declined decisively. "It's too late today, maybe next time."
After sitting in various classrooms all day, her whole body was stiff. If she were to fight again now, her body would probably fall apart before she even got back to Tingyu Garden.
The rejected disciple remained silent for a moment, seemingly unwilling to give up. He shoved the challenge letter into Qingxing's hand and quickly ran away. Other disciples with the same goal knew they probably had no hope, and as they left with regret, they all followed his example. In no time, a large space in front of Qingxing was cleared, and her bag was stuffed full of all sorts of challenge letters.
"Tsk tsk tsk." Duanmu Tingzhu stood with his arms crossed, looking like he was watching a good show. He teased, "Senior sister, your fame is spreading far and wide. You're going to be very busy these days."
Qingxing didn't respond to him, but only glanced at him and reminded him, "Don't be late for class tomorrow morning."
"I just overslept this morning, it's not like I'm late every day..." Duanmu muttered to himself, when he suddenly heard the sound of wind beside him. He looked up and saw Qingxing sitting on the Endless Wood, flying rapidly into the night sky.
"Hey! Senior sister, aren't you going to give me a ride?" Duanmu Chao shouted at Qingxing, who had shrunk to a tiny dot. "What will I do if you leave!"
Qingxing didn't turn around, and lightly uttered a sentence:
"Take the teleportation array back yourself."
Exhausted and wanting to sleep early, she flew several times faster than usual. When she finally returned to Qiyun Peak and opened the gate of Tingyu Garden, the first thing she saw was a giant water droplet—Guda was flying rapidly towards her face.
Qingxing tilted her head slightly, easily dodging Guda who was using her like a marble. At the same time, she reached forward with her right hand, grabbed Guda's cheek, and placed it on the table.
"You still have the nerve to come back?" Gudako didn't resist anymore, but just looked at her, her tone full of resentment, "Do you know how I survived all alone... no, as a book spirit, in this tiny room? Do you know how bored I was? Do you know how miserable I was without food?"
Before Qingxing could answer, it began to deny itself again: "No! You don't know! You don't know anything! You only care about yourself!"
After speaking, it sniffed twice and raised its hand to wipe away non-existent tears from the corners of its eyes, displaying an extremely affected manner.
"Stop pretending." Qingxing put the cloth bag on the table and turned to untie the hairband. "The Book Spirits don't eat anything, only you are greedy."
"What, you've seen other Book Spirits?" Guda snorted and said disdainfully, "So what if I have? I'm a high-level Book Spirit. The impurities in those foods can't affect me."
“I’ve seen them. There are many in the high-level scroll bookstore.” Qingxing combed her hair in front of the mirror.
Gudako exclaimed in surprise, "A lot? How come I didn't know?"
Qingxing tidied up her things, then walked to the bedside, plopped down on her back, and slowly continued, "You've been sleeping the whole time."
"Hehe." Guda propped herself up on the table with one hand and kicked Qingxing's backpack. Unexpectedly, the backpack strap came loose and the bark paper inside poured out like a flood, completely submerging the backpack.
It fluttered about in terror, barely managing to peek its head out. Before it lay bark paper of every color imaginable—red, green, blue… Guda glanced at it briefly, then took a deep breath and questioned Qingxing, “Master, you’ve only been to school one day, and you’ve received so many love letters?”
"Take a closer look," Qingxing mumbled sleepily, her eyes barely open. "That's a challenge."
"Hmm? A challenge?" Guda casually picked up a piece of paper, looked at it carefully, and sure enough, it found that the contents were full of words such as "request for battle" and "seeking guidance". It spread the pile of bark paper apart, flew it to Qingxing's ear, and said with a grin, "It seems that our Qingxing master will be able to enter the 'strength list' in addition to the wealth list!"
"Maybe." Qingxing could barely hear what it was saying, but before she completely fell into the dream, she still reminded it, "I have to attend tutoring classes until the end of the year, getting up early and coming home late. The wordless book is too heavy, I don't want to carry it with me, so find some fun for yourself."
Finally, he added, "Don't cause trouble."
Guda was a little unconvinced, wondering when it had ever caused trouble. Just as it was about to argue, it turned its head and heard Qingxing's breathing gradually becoming more steady. It could only pout helplessly and run to look through Qingxing's pile of challenge letters.
The next morning, Qingxing got up early as usual. She glanced at the day's lessons and put the key to the advanced library into her bag before leaving—she hadn't been there in a long time, and since she didn't have evening classes today, she could go and take a look.
Duanmu Tingzhu wasn't late today. When Qingxing arrived, he was slumped in the back row, but he still remembered to save a seat for Qingxing as well.
"The master has arrived." Qingxing put down the cloth bag, reached out and pinched Duanmu's nostrils, and the latter immediately couldn't breathe and woke up instantly from his dream.
His hair was messy, and he had two big dark circles under his eyes. If you looked closely, you could see that the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.
"What teacher? Senior sister lies without thinking." He glanced around, then closed his eyes and lay down again.
"I didn't lie to you." Qingxing glanced at the young cultivator who had arrived late, and instead of forcibly pulling Duanmu up, she asked, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"
“It wasn’t last night, it was this morning.” Duanmu’s voice was hoarse. He frowned tightly, as if recalling something extremely painful. “My senior brother Wenren sent me a message at dawn, telling me to go with him to the Sutra Repository. I was still having a sweet dream when that message talisman was burned. It almost scared me to death.”
"I'm honestly a bit annoyed. Who would be so kind as to work at this hour? It's outrageous! But I tolerated it for the sake of five hundred spirit stones. But guess what happened when I got to the Scripture Pavilion?"
Qingxing asked, "What's wrong?"
Duanmu Tingzhu: "The chief engineer is actually the senior sister!"
Too many things have happened recently. Qingxing was stunned for a moment before she remembered "Senior Sister" Chen Mo.
She was the top student in this year's inner sect test, and she was of a high seniority. In addition, she had body cultivation techniques, so it was normal for the sect leader to send her to help.
“You have no idea how terrifying those body cultivators are,” Duanmu continued to mutter. “They are all so tall, standing there like several mountains. I look like a chick that has just hatched from its shell in comparison.”
"And they called me over so early, but didn't assign me any tasks. They just had me throw talismans to blast rocks."
After finally finishing his rant, Duanmu seemed unable to hold on any longer, his head lolled to the side, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Qingxing glanced at him, then silently moved to the side, just enough to block the top of his dark head.
She moved the pen holder containing the counting rods to the front, then opened the book with peace of mind and began to listen attentively to the lesson.
This was an arithmetic class, and the lecturer was very young, but like the history teacher, he only talked to himself and didn't care whether the students below understood or not.
They were lucky today. The teacher stayed at his desk for the entire lesson and did not come down to patrol. Moreover, with Qingxing as cover, Duanmu slept soundly for a full hour and a half.
When Qingxing woke him up, there was a big red mark on his face from sleeping.
"I'm hungry." She sighed softly, thinking that she should consider fasting, and asked Duanmu, "Are you going to the kitchen?"
Duanmu glanced at her listlessly and said weakly, "I'm not going. I've already stopped eating grains."
He'd be better off catching up on sleep with that time.
Qingxing nodded, and the two parted ways at the school gate.
The lunch break was quite long, and the dining hall wasn't far, so Qingxing decided to walk. She stretched and hopped along the mountain path, wondering: What should I eat later?
soup?
Qingxing shook her head: No, this won't fill me up.
Red bean rice cake?
She immediately rejected it: This is too sweet.
...
Even as she reached the kitchen door, Qingxing still hadn't decided what she wanted to eat. She shook her head slightly, then, following the idea of "taking whatever is first in sight," she pushed open the wooden door in front of her.
However, we still didn't get to have lunch.
As soon as she entered, she was immediately surrounded by a group of disciples.
"Senior Sister Qingxing, are you free today? I am the twentieth disciple under Elder Musheng, and I request to join the battle!"
"Junior sister, I am also a formation cultivator. How about we have a friendly spar?"
"Junior sister, don't listen to their nonsense, come and compete with me!"
...
They chattered incessantly, giving Qingxing a headache. Judging from their demeanor, this group had probably been waiting for her for a long time.
It's unclear who had nothing better to do, but they spread the word about her daily habit of going to the kitchen.
Qingxing wanted to speak, but with only one mouth, she couldn't possibly out-talk dozens of others. The sentence she uttered was like a stone, instantly drowned out by the endless stream of words around her.
After struggling several times, she gave up completely, secretly making a hand seal. Then, with a "snap," a cloud of green mist rose, blinding the disciples. They coughed and fanned themselves haphazardly, but when they looked up again, Qingxing had vanished.
Having finally escaped the zombie-like crowd, Qingxing hadn't even had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief when someone shouted her name from behind. Sensing something was wrong, she turned and ran.
But no matter where she went, it seemed like someone nearby always recognized her. After hiding around various parts of Mount Taihua for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Qingxing, panting, leaned against a tree trunk. Looking at the group of blue and white figures rushing towards her, she straightened up expressionlessly, as if giving up, and spoke before they could:
"Come within one hour."
Around noon, the disciples usually eat or sleep, and very few go to the training ground.
But today, the training ground was unusually lively.
If older senior brothers and sisters were in the training ground, they would surely marvel at the amazing sight before them: Qingxing had been standing in the training ground for an hour, and in front of her were the disciples of Taihua Mountain who went up on stage one after another.
After defeating dozens of disciples in succession, Qingxing looked up at the setting sun—the next class was about to begin.
She put away the Endless Wood and calmly looked at the cultivator who was slowly walking onto the stage opposite her: "I have to go to class. We'll fight again next time."
After saying this, she didn't give anyone time to react and teleported herself directly to the foot of Jade Tiger Peak, outside the Beast Taming Classroom.
Qingxing thought she could take a break under the pretext of attending class, but she was too happy too soon; things were clearly not over yet.
Because as soon as she stepped into the classroom, before she could even stand firmly, Shen Wan pounced on her.
The clear sound of silver bells rang in her ears. Shen Wan held Qingxing's arm, her tone full of grievance:
"Senior sister, you agreed to fight those people, so why did you leave me out? Do you hate me?"
“…I didn’t.” Qingxing pulled Shen Wan away with great effort. She wondered how her junior sister could be so strong, and then turned her gaze to Xie Yuzhou in front of her. “We can discuss this matter another time. I’m currently in class and don’t have time for the time being.”
After he finished speaking, Xie Yuzhou, who had been watching them with a sinister look since the beginning, finally understood. He came over and dragged Shen Wan away, his tone cold: "You made a fuss about coming to help with education, where did you go to help?"
"What does helping students have to do with me talking to my senior sister?" Shen Wan was unconvinced, but when the class bell rang, she had no choice but to follow Xie Yuzhou back to the front row.
Qingxing rubbed her right arm, which ached from casting the spell, and thought to herself: After school ends, she will teleport directly to the Scripture Pavilion and ignore those disciples who challenged her.
But after this commotion, she didn't enjoy the class at all. Duanmu Tingzhu, perhaps having overslept, didn't come at all, and Qingxing, without anyone to talk to, could only pass the time by focusing entirely on the lesson in front of her.
However… Qingxing cast a spell to restrain the mud-spitting one-eyed frog in front of her, then slightly turned her body and shrank under the stone table—Chen Wan was busy with other things, but his eyes kept glancing at her, filled with a myriad of emotions, making Qingxing feel like a heartless man.
She sighed softly, thinking to herself: How come I never noticed before that all the people of Taihua Mountain are like fighting cocks?
In comparison, Master Jiuquchen is simply a breath of fresh air.
Ring ring—
The school bell rang abruptly, interrupting Qingxing's thoughts. Before Shen Wan could turn around, she quickly activated a teleportation array and arrived at the Scripture Pavilion in the blink of an eye.
Because the building next to the Sutra Repository was still under construction, there weren't many disciples here. Qingxing, with a heavy head and unsteady steps, quickly climbed up the pavilion and hid inside as if fleeing for her life.
After adjusting her breathing, she sat down in front of the small hill of "arrays" and began to meditate.
"I thought you wouldn't come again."
Before she could concentrate for even a moment, a voice suddenly rang out. The voice was somewhat familiar. Qingxing opened her eyes and saw a book spirit sitting below her, resembling a ball of fire—it was the one she had seen before.
It looked at the green apricot and continued, "Your meridians are blocked, don't you know?"
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Author's Note: Don't worry, I won't be teaching for many more chapters [droopy-eared rabbit head]. I'll fill in the gaps left from the previous chapters, add some micro-group portraits of daily life that I wanted to write, and then I can move on to the next volume! (Countdown to Master's return from seclusion)
I wrote some really great content in the later drafts, and I really want to release them all! [Please!]
Why did I lose a favorite? My readers, please come back for more content! [crying emoji]
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