Qin Zhaoyue slowly walked towards the secluded courtyard.
Only when you get closer can you hear clearly that it is not the sound of reading aloud, but rather like the babbling of a child learning to speak.
Jiang Wuyai would recite a sentence, and the twenty-four students with pure eyes below would repeat it indistinctly.
"The crane soars through the sky, tracing back to the true source."
The mind, though small, can encompass a thousand rivers.
When a single thought does not arise, all phenomena are illuminated.
"In the primordial chaos, the Dao naturally arises..."
It seemed to be some kind of mental cultivation principle, containing a mysterious rhythm, every word a gem, yet profound and difficult to understand.
However, these students were just beginning to develop their minds, and their pronunciation was not very accurate.
The sound of reading aloud throughout the courtyard seemed somewhat chaotic, a jumbled mess, yet strangely focused.
Upon seeing her arrive, Jiang Wuyai immediately stopped teaching and greeted her with a broad smile.
"Junior Sister, you've arrived!"
"Senior brother," Qin Zhaoyue's gaze swept over the students who were sitting quietly, "what are you doing?"
Jiang Wuyai rubbed his hands excitedly, his eyes brimming with the joy of discovering a treasure, and explained in a low voice:
"Junior Sister, you don't know this, but these children are top-notch talents, one in a million!"
He could not hide his excitement and explained in detail the reasons for teaching here.
It turns out that while sorcerers have their advantages in communicating with heaven and earth and comprehending the great Dao, they often fall into a paradox:
The purer a person's mind and the more innocent they are, the easier it is for them to connect with the Way of Heaven and sense the mysteries of nature.
However, the path of cultivation is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind, and you must seize every opportunity and resource.
Those who cultivate to a high level are all people who have reached the pinnacle in a certain field.
They inevitably experience many hardships, are as meticulous as foxes, are good at planning, and are even ruthless.
By then, how easy will it be to rediscover that original childlike innocence?
The minds of these twenty-four people before us were like freshly laid-out white Xuan paper, untouched by any trace of worldly dust or ink.
Whatever is depicted on it at this moment will be what appears.
In a sense, this is the ultimate expression of childlike innocence.
Ordinary children may also have innocent hearts, but they lack the understanding and focus of adults.
What Jiang Wuyai is doing now is leading them to repeatedly recite the most basic introductory mental cultivation principles of the Tianyan Sect every day.
It does not discuss specific methods of cultivation, nor does it explain profound principles, let alone involve cultivation levels.
As for what they can glean from this repeated recitation, that depends entirely on their individual fortune; no one can predict it.
In the past, Jiang Wuyai had little interest in taking on disciples and spreading his teachings, but now that he had found his junior sister who had been recognized by the Heavenly Plate and had also accidentally discovered this batch of unpolished gems, he couldn't help but be excited.
Moreover, perhaps from their chaotic and unrefined way of understanding, he could glimpse a trace of the simple truth of the Heavenly Dao, which might greatly benefit his own breakthrough to the profound and mysterious First Rank Realm.
In short, he saw many benefits in this matter.
Upon hearing this, Qin Zhaoyue unconsciously furrowed her brows.
With over twenty people, plus those with outstanding looks housed in another courtyard, the Princess's mansion could certainly afford to support them, but she had no intention of supporting idle people for nothing.
The initial plan was to send them to a manor on the outskirts of Beijing to learn farming from the old farmers, so that they could at least be self-sufficient and live a stable life.
Farming is one way of life, and following Jiang Wuyai to learn the profound ways of sorcery is another.
For these people whose minds are almost blank, there is no distinction between good and bad.
The key issue is that they are unable to express their own will, and all arrangements are made by outsiders.
After a moment's thought, Qin Zhaoyue asked, "If we continue teaching like this, what might be the final outcome?"
Jiang Wuyai scratched his head.
"Well... this is the first time I've encountered such a situation, so it's hard to say for sure."
However, it is reasonable to speculate that some of them may be born with an affinity for the path of sorcerers and possess considerable potential.
I don't intend to teach too much, or even explain the meaning of any of the mental techniques; I just plan to lead them in reciting them day after day.
If someone can truly gain some insight from this and lay the foundation for the Great Dao, then it can be basically guaranteed that they will at least be able to step into the Divine Martial Realm in the future.
If one cannot comprehend it, it generally won't have much impact; it's merely like a toddler learning to speak, and it can calm the mind.
Qin Zhaoyue nodded. Since there were no major drawbacks, she said:
"In that case, I'll leave this matter to you, senior brother."
"Hehehe, no problem, no problem, Junior Sister, don't worry!" Jiang Wuyai assured her repeatedly.
Qin Zhaoyue observed for a few more moments.
Seeing that the students, though their expressions were blank, were extremely attentive when reading aloud, he stopped disturbing them and turned to leave the courtyard.
Since we had already come this far into the backyard, we decided to head to the other side of the courtyard to see the other group of people who had been rescued from Chengyuan.
"Your Highness."
As I approached the courtyard, I encountered a woman carrying a wooden basin.
It was late autumn, and she was dressed in a plain-colored cloth dress like an ordinary maid, her black hair simply tied up in a single bun.
Apart from a very ordinary wooden hairpin, there were no other ornaments.
However, even with such a simple outfit, her natural beauty could not be hidden.
Upon seeing Qin Zhaoyue, she immediately put down the wooden basin, curtsied, and performed a smooth and natural bow.
"No need for formalities," Qin Zhaoyue said, raising her hand slightly.
"Thank you, Your Highness."
As the woman stood up, a strand of her dark hair slipped down from her temple.
She extended her slender fingers and gently brushed them behind her ear.
It was just a simple action, but when she did it, it had a unique and natural charm.
Qin Zhaoyue sighed inwardly. Although Dice Heart Mother was ruthless and inhuman in her actions, her eye for choosing beauties was indeed impeccably sharp.
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