“Two little kitties~ two little kitties~ learning to meow! Learning to meow! One likes grilled fish, the other likes the teacher, meow meow meow~ meow meow meow~~”
“Meow meow meow~ Teacher, teacher, a customer is here~”
Thanks for the invitation. I’m currently at the psychological clinic, handing over my sick little pet to the psychologist for examination.
Su Bai’s heart was struck with a strong “whoa”!
She had just been about to begin the second simulation when her little pet suddenly acted up, rolling around in pain with a pained expression.
Having no choice, she had to temporarily set aside the simulator and go find a pet doctor.
She ended up visiting three pet doctors in a row, but not one could find the cause of the illness.
Since science was unreliable, she had no choice but to turn to metaphysics.
She made a simple divination using the Plum Blossom Numerology, which led her here—Zhang’s Psychological Clinic.
It was said to be run by a senior of Wan Qing Yongxing, who had made a fortune abroad and returned near the alma mater to open a shop, giving back to the school and offering discounts to students.
Su Bai had come here a few times before, not because of psychological issues, but because this clinic specially offered a stress relief program for students approaching their college entrance exams.
They set up a soundproof, enclosed room with several silicone dolls.
You could write the names of the school leaders or enemies you disliked on the dolls, then paste photos onto them.
Then, you’d grab a baseball bat and vent your anger by hitting the plastic dummies while cursing!
It was incredibly satisfying and relieving!
“The fishbone got stuck. Tsk, this is the first time I’ve seen a cat get a fishbone stuck,” Zhang Junfang said as he carefully used several delicate tools inside “Little Black’s” mouth, finally pulling out a three-centimeter fishbone and placing it into a nearby plastic box.
“Thanks so much, Senior Zhang.”
“No big deal. I just didn’t expect you, Junior Su, to come see me, a psychologist, for this kind of thing,” Zhang Junfang said as he handed “Little Black” back to Su Bai, then curiously asked a question.
Su Bai just smiled without answering.
Watching Su Bai’s back grow more distant as she cradled the black cat until she disappeared from sight, Zhang Junfang casually tossed the fishbone into the trash bin, then turned to sip a cup of health tea.
“Teacher, teacher, that big brother’s aura is so strange,” a cute little boy in blue and white striped robes wearing a big baseball cap ran over.
He tilted his head back to look at Zhang Junfang, sniffing the air with his tiny nose.
“A faint scent of peach blossom, but it feels just like Sister Xiao Yin and Sister Ji.”
Zhang Junfang: ???
……
【Cultivating for five hundred years, you’ve spent half that time in bed; perhaps you deserve the title of ‘Cream Puff of the Immortal Realm.’】
【Although there was cause, the fact that your own adopted son, disciple, and little pet could openly rebel against you in such a way—let alone anything else—alone proves how utterly failed your teaching methods really are…】
【Meanwhile, you, who pride yourself as a political expert, disdain fighting and killing, focusing solely on political factions to build your own power base, but you forgot the fundamental logic of the cultivation world’s lowest level—violence!】
【Wrong methods lead to wrong actions, which yield wrong results. During the three centuries of violent house arrest, have you reflected on this?】
【Day after day, year after year.】
【Unable to endure the loneliness of being turned into a cream puff, you happened to contact two like-minded people and carefully planned a grand betrayal feast.】
【However, as stated before, the cultivation world’s core logic is violence. No matter how clever your scheme, violence, if strong enough, can break all methods!】
【The betrayal feast succeeded, but also failed.】
【You wiped out the enemy’s five centuries of pride in one stroke, reminding yourself to be cautious and humble.】
【But their second form nearly wiped you all out. Fortunately, you are clever; although devoted to political methods, you understand that ‘the most reliable person is oneself.’】
【Through planted agents, you managed a counterattack, leaving your adopted son and disciple a profound lesson.】
【Summary: Your education failed—pampering raised a twisted son-disciple who is mother-loving, teacher-crushing, and rebellious; your actions failed—you used your life’s experience to form factions, ignored the local core logic—violence.】
【This is your misfortune: the world’s underlying logic binds you, leaving you no room to shine; armed with dragon-slaying skills but no dragons to slay. It is also your fortune: people can’t teach others, but one lesson is enough for a person to learn. Hopefully, you have gleaned enough lessons and experience from these five hundred years.】
After reading the simulation’s evaluation of the last run, Su Bai blushed—a rare occurrence.
No other reason; the descriptions were too piercingly accurate.
Whether it was her pampering of her little pet Su Xiaohei, or her political faction-building among the major sects in the Central State of the Immortal Realm.
Clearing her throat twice, Su Bai turned to begin the second simulation.
【Ding! Important temporal anchor point detected. Consume temporal anchor point to return to the anchored time?】
Temporal anchor point?
Su Bai paused briefly, then looked at the disposable simulation experience cards in her character slot, clicking to confirm usage.
It was just a simulation after all; nothing serious should happen.
【This simulation begins】
【Choose one of the following to start this simulation:
- An item you possessed in the last simulation.
- Your true cultivation level from the last simulation.
- The simulated memory of a person closely related to you. This memory can be inherited by that person.】
Item, cultivation, or memory.
Su Bai looked over the three options and immediately ruled out “memory.” Who would she give her memory to? That twisted son who resented his teacher and father?
She definitely didn’t want another three hundred years of violent scholar rampages!
Her gaze lingered briefly between “item” and “cultivation” before finally choosing “cultivation.”
Last simulation, she had been penniless, hadn’t even refined a Golden Core treasure, and had focused solely on politics, trying to build a Golden Core cultivator mutual aid society.
But before she could succeed, she was tragically placed under house arrest, utterly powerless to resist.
The only treasure was a seedling of the Ascending Tree, but what use was the Ascending Tree seedling? Sacrifice it again?
Finding a comfortable and leisurely lying posture on the bed, she clicked “Start Simulation.”
Second run, activate!