Chapter 119 turns out to be the Unnamed Sect, not some little demon training class...
"You're awake?" A pleasant voice came from inside.
Through Ji Mingran's blurry vision, a beautiful face gradually became clear.
"Junior Sister." Perhaps seeing her bewildered expression, the beautiful woman smiled and explained, "You suddenly fainted in class, which startled Master Xu. He rushed you back. How are you feeling now?"
Junior sister? Fainted?
Ji Mingran felt puzzled, his eyes slowly turning as he surveyed his surroundings.
With mud walls and a thatched roof, the cramped space could only accommodate a small bed, even more rudimentary and narrow than a dilapidated wooden hut in the mortal world.
Even the bed she was on was just a rough burlap sack laid on a pile of dry straw, with the tips of the dry straw sticking through it, making it quite prickly to sleep on.
However, since she had already established her foundation, how could the thatch make her feel prickly?
Ji Mingran looked down and examined himself.
Yes, she turned into a child again.
Where did they take her?
"Junior Sister, Junior Sister?" Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, the woman in front of her stretched out her five fingers and gently waved them in front of her eyes: "Are you alright?"
"What's wrong with me?" Ji Mingran asked, genuinely puzzled.
"The Master said that perhaps the content of today's divination frightened you, and you fainted because you couldn't handle the stimulation." The woman's voice carried a hint of worry: "If you are still not feeling well, why don't you skip class today? I will ask the Master for leave on your behalf."
Ji Mingran's question stemmed from the current situation, not from inquiring about the fainting incident. However, the woman's answer only deepened her confusion. What kind of classroom content could frighten a child to the point of fainting?
The woman waited patiently for her reply.
"No need, senior sister, I'm going to class." Ji Mingran replied slowly, "I'm feeling much better now." Regardless of how the previous classes went, she wouldn't faint from fright now. Rather than staying in the small hut, she might as well go outside and take a look.
The senior sister supported her and saw that she looked calm and unharmed. So she turned around, moved a block of thatch that was placed against the corner of the wall, and led the way out of the gap in the wall that served as a "door".
After Ji Mingran emerged from the gap, his senior sister very kindly moved the thatched blocks back to block the gap in the wall.
The entire process of moving it was done with utmost care, as if afraid that a single mishap would cause the junior sister's thatched block to fall apart.
Ji Mingran turned his head to examine his surroundings. It was a small hillside with flat grass that had obviously been tended. Looking outwards, the grassland stretched out in a continuous line, with a small patch of woodland appearing at the edge of his field of vision.
"Junior sister, I'm still a little worried. Let me go with you." The senior sister walked to her side.
Ji Mingran was naturally happy to oblige. She didn't know the way, so it would be good to have someone guide her.
As a result, this walk took half a day.
Ji Mingran turned to look at his senior sister beside him, but remained silent.
Her senior sister was even more composed than her, and she never uttered a single word such as "I'll use magic to take you there," as if Guan Yu was simply walking on foot.
This is not common for ordinary cultivators.
Her senior sister couldn't say anything more, but she would occasionally ask if Ji Mingran was alright. Since Ji Mingran's legs were short and he couldn't walk fast, she would patiently wait for him.
It wasn't until we got closer to the woods that we started to see other courtyards and groups of people.
Those she encountered were all dressed in the same style of wide-sleeved, cloud-patterned, tea-white robes, presumably fellow disciples. Upon seeing their senior sister, each disciple would respectfully bow and say, "Greetings, Senior Sister Qin."
Those who were familiar with her waved and smiled, saying, "Hello, Senior Sister Yue."
Qin Rangyue. Ji Mingran finally learned the name of this senior sister.
No one noticed the drab child following Qin Rangyue. Ji Mingran quietly followed Qin Rangyue as she led him to the study hall.
The study hall was located in a quiet courtyard in the woods. Walking deep into the corridor, through the carved windows of the passageway, Ji Mingran saw children about his age sitting seriously behind the desks, listening attentively to the teacher's lecture.
Master Xu stopped when Qin Rangyue arrived, and the children inside turned around one by one to look at Ji Mingran outside the window.
Are you feeling better?
"Yes, she felt much better after resting for a while, and she said she wanted to continue attending the class."
Qin Rangyue was talking with Master Xu.
"Then sit in the back row," Master Xu said.
Ji Mingran nodded obediently, waved goodbye to Qin Rangyue, and entered through the back door of the study hall.
He casually found an empty seat at the back and sat down. Master Xu continued his lecture, but the young disciples sitting down were not as focused and attentive as before.
They whispered and murmured among themselves.
A scrutinizing gaze, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, fell upon him from ahead. Ji Mingran lowered his head and picked up a book from the table, seemingly reading it intently.
She was sharp of hearing and sight; though she sat far away, she could hear Master Xu's lectures and the conversations of his young disciples.
"How come she's not dead?"
"Did she just faint?"
"She was lucky; Senior Sister Qin happened to be passing by."
"Ugh, damn it, I need more clothes, and I was thinking of taking off hers to wear."
"I wonder how much of her spiritual consciousness she has left. I want her too."
"What's the rush? She can hide for a while, but she can't hide forever. Where can she run to after class? Let's ambush her later."
"Me too, I just want the shoes."
The innocent, childlike voice uttered one shockingly malicious word after another.
Ji Mingran slowly turned a page. "I knew it," he thought, "it's just a class, how could she faint from fright?"
She was knocked unconscious.
She glanced down at her clothes and shoes.
Her attire was the same as the other junior disciples, nothing special. It seems these junior disciples are quite short of money, to the point of resorting to robbery, even eyeing her clothes and shoes.
Master Xu continued lecturing in a flat tone, seemingly oblivious to the hushed chatter below, who appeared not to notice his young disciples' inattentiveness.
However, although these disciples spoke softly, she could hear them; how could Master Xu in front not hear them?
Gradually, the younger disciples in the middle and back rows started arguing about how to allocate her thatched hut, and the noise grew louder.
Master Xu coughed once, and the young disciples immediately fell silent.
Master Xu then continued his lecture.
Ji Mingran kept his head down, flipping through the book. The contents of the book were all related to the Six Calculations.
She wasn't interested in divination or Taoist arts, but it would be good to learn about them. She memorized the contents of the book and looked up, ready to concentrate on listening to Master Xu's lecture.
A malicious gaze fell upon him at that moment. Ji Mingran followed the gaze and looked back, meeting a familiar face, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
Isn't this the demonic cultivator she slew?
Although he still looks like a child, his facial features are almost identical, and Ji Mingran is certain that he has not made a mistake.
His remnant soul was pulled into the deep pool along with him, so it was also thrown here just like him?
Could this be his former school?
Ji Mingran suddenly realized why the children here had such unusual views; it turned out this was a training center for little devils!
The demonic cultivator looked at her with the same malicious gaze as any other child, revealing no other emotion.
He didn't recognize himself.
That's strange. Ji Mingran believed that as the person who had killed him, there was no reason why he wouldn't recognize him.
Could it be that his primordial spirit was incomplete, causing him to be affected by the formation and resulting in impaired consciousness?
As Ji Mingran pondered, she calmly returned the gaze. The child demon cultivator, realizing his gaze had been noticed, turned away from her and instead nudged the person sitting beside him with his elbow, whispering something to him.
This time, Ji Mingran really couldn't hear clearly; the demonic cultivator's voice was so low that he was almost speaking in lip-reading.
"Jiang Chaoxing." She heard the child sitting upright beside the demon cultivator respond, "This lesson is obscure and difficult to understand. It is rare for Master to invite Master Xu to give a lecture. If you do not listen carefully and do not understand later, I will not teach you again."
The demonic cultivator Jiang Chaoxing was visibly stunned, then turned around angrily and looked at the teacher intently, listening to the lesson carefully.
Ji Mingran, who was resting his chin on his hand, was taken aback.
This was the first time since entering this place that she had been truly stunned by what she saw.
The child sitting next to Jiang Chaoxing turned his head slightly in response, revealing a glimpse of his facial features. Even the outline was smooth and exquisite, as if it had been meticulously sculpted by the hand of nature.
It's not hard to imagine that the child must have been exceptionally handsome.
If she grows up, she will be exceptionally beautiful, the most outstanding woman in the world.
As he grew up, he indeed grew to be even more handsome than an immortal. Ji Mingran thought to himself.
She could recognize even a demonic cultivator she had only met once, so how could she not recognize him?
Why is Yu Tianxing here, and sitting next to that demonic cultivator?
Ji Mingran shook his head. Why was he sitting with that demonic cultivator?
Of course I should sit with her.
Snap! A crisp sound interrupted her wandering thoughts.
The sound came from ahead, and Ji Mingran turned to look.
"You lot!" The ruler slammed down on the table again, startling those who had been daydreaming.
Master Xu glanced at his disciples, who were all lost in their own thoughts, and seemed to have reached his limit: "Pay attention! It's only been a short time since class started at cockcrow, and you can't even stand it? I only have time today, and I won't be back tomorrow. If you miss this, you'll only have your own fault if you can't keep up with your studies in the future!"
"If you fail the Six Arts exam, don't even think about staying in the Nameless Sect!" Master Xu declared sternly.
"Unnamed sect?" Ji Mingran asked in surprise.
Is this the Nameless Sect? Or the Little Demon Training Center?
"Anyone who isn't paying attention, get out!" After nagging and scolding his distracted disciples, Master Xu resumed the lesson.
This time, no disciple dared to lose focus.
Ji Mingran suppressed the various questions in his mind and focused on listening to the lecture.
Master Xu just mentioned the exam. If someone like her, who came halfway through, also has to take an exam, I really don't know if she can pass.
What if it doesn't pass? Without fully understanding the current situation, Ji Mingran can only take it one step at a time.
Fortunately, she had already learned the basics of Taoist arts and had also taken a few courses on divination techniques offered by the Dingsheng Sect. She was able to listen to what Master Xu was saying and integrate it with the divination techniques she had learned before.
As the moon and stars shone brightly, Master Xu finally finished her lecture and walked out of the study hall, watching her eager young disciples rise at the same time.
Jiang Chaoxing pursed her lips, giving up on the idea of ​​participating, and said to the person next to her, "They're about to start, let's hurry up and go."
"Hmm." Yu Tianxing tidied up the items scattered on the table and was about to get up when a shadow fell over him.
Two slender fingers came into view, bent up, and tapped on the wooden table.
"Knock knock".
He looked up.
The girl was slender and pretty, with clear and bright eyes, and a smile as warm as the spring sun.
"Yu Tianxing, I'm here!"
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