Xiaoyu didn’t pay attention to the interaction between the two Elder Sisters.
To her, the relationship between the two Elder Sisters was so good that it was perfectly normal for Sister Xiaoyou’s face to turn red from time to time.
After all, among those two Elder Sisters next door, there was also one who was a bit shorter, and like Sister Xiaoyou, she often got her face flushed by the other Elder Sister.
Although Xiaoyu was sometimes curious about why they both blushed, her little brain couldn’t figure it out at all, so she gave up thinking about it.
She glanced at the two Elder Sisters who were still whispering, then looked at the book called [Sutra of Qi Nurturing and Spirit Transformation] in her hand, and decided not to disturb the two Elder Sisters for now, and read the book by herself.
Thinking this, Xiaoyu opened the book, and her gaze was immediately drawn to the opening lines of the scripture:
One Qi, chaos origin begins, yin and yang transform and are born.
Dantian hides true fire, Purple Palace holds void light.
All phenomena return to mysterious female…
Can’t understand, just can’t understand at all!
Xiaoyu was just an ordinary second-grade elementary school student.
Even if her physique was unusual, when it came to knowledge, she was really just a little girl.
At this moment, she felt the scripture in the book was extremely obscure and hard to understand, unable to figure out what any of it meant.
If this were in a manga, there would probably be countless big and small question marks floating above her head, and her eyes would turn into dizzy mosquito-repellent coil eyes.
Wuwuwu, I really don’t understand at all, this is too hard, can I really learn this technique?
Xiaoyu was starting to doubt herself.
Maybe her comprehension was too low, which was why she couldn’t understand the meaning of the scripture.
But fortunately, her two ‘teachers’ were still paying attention to her, even though they were ‘flirting’ the whole time.
Out of the corner of her eye, Ling Xiaoyou noticed Xiaoyu’s odd expression.
She glared at Bai Shuanglian one last time, then walked over to Xiaoyu and looked at the scripture in her hand.
Judging by Xiaoyu’s expression, Ling Xiaoyou could easily guess what was troubling her.
“It’s normal not to understand, Xiaoyu, you haven’t seriously studied cultivation yet.”
“When I first started learning to cultivate, I didn’t understand anything either.”
Ling Xiaoyou patted Xiaoyu’s head, pulling her out of her ‘text dizziness’ state.
“Eh, Sister Xiaoyou didn’t understand at first either?”
Xiaoyu was surprised, even a little excited, feeling as if she had found a fellow underachiever.
“That’s right, after all, I hadn’t been exposed to cultivation before either.”
Ling Xiaoyou nodded her little head, openly admitting it.
When she was first picked up and raised by Hong Lingyan, she spent a long time learning these things with her.
“Oh! Then what about Sister Bai?”
Xiaoyu turned to Bai Shuanglian, her big eyes full of expectation.
“As for me, I started by learning basic knowledge from a young age, then began formally studying cultivation techniques.”
Bai Shuanglian shook her head decisively.
She was born into a proper cultivation family.
She’d been learning the basics of cultivation since she could remember, so when she finally got her hands on the actual technique, she might not have mastered it instantly, but she could at least understand the general idea.
“Oh…”
Xiaoyu instantly felt disappointed.
So the only underachievers were herself and Sister Ling Xiaoyou.
Ling Xiaoyou sensed this little girl might be thinking about something depressing, so she gave her a light tap on the head.
“Ow.”
Xiaoyu covered the spot where she was tapped, let out a cry, then looked at Ling Xiaoyou with a sheepish, ingratiating smile.
“Alright, let’s start formal cultivation lessons now.”
Ling Xiaoyou gently tapped Xiaoyu’s forehead, not taking the earlier incident to heart.
She looked at Bai Shuanglian.
“Mm.”
Bai Shuanglian nodded, then waved her hand.
A blackboard about the size of a desk materialized in the air.
“You even prepared a blackboard?”
Glancing at the blackboard and the chalk Bai Shuanglian produced, Ling Xiaoyou asked in surprise.
“Since we’re being teachers, we need to be prepared.”
Bai Shuanglian said as she moved the chalk, writing the word [Cultivation] at the top of the blackboard.
Then she looked at Xiaoyu, whose face was full of concentration.
“In Eastern Radiance, cultivators are divided into three major categories: human, ghost, and demon…”
At this point, Ling Xiaoyou, acting like Bai Shuanglian’s teaching assistant, took the chalk from her hand and wrote the three big words [Human, Ghost, Demon] on the blackboard.
It had to be said, Ling Xiaoyou’s handwriting was much cuter than Bai Shuanglian’s, looking round and soft.
But that didn’t mean Bai Shuanglian’s handwriting was unattractive—it had a sharp, cold elegance, fitting the impression others had of her.
Of course, that impression didn’t include Ling Xiaoyou.
Bai Shuanglian smiled at Ling Xiaoyou.
The latter lifted her chin slightly, giving a look that said, ‘What would you do without me?’
Bai Shuanglian chuckled softly and continued explaining cultivation basics to Xiaoyu:
“The demon race emphasizes the physical body, and pays less attention to soul cultivation; ghosts focus on the soul and have no physical body to cultivate; humans are more balanced, neither focusing solely on the body nor the soul, possessing both qualities.”
As she spoke, Bai Shuanglian pointed at Ling Xiaoyou, who was quietly acting as the ‘assistant’ beside her.
“Your Sister Xiaoyou is a Ghost Cultivator, currently at the third realm of the Ghost Cultivation Nine Realms—Soul Gathering Stage.”
Ling Xiaoyou wasn’t surprised at Bai Shuanglian revealing her cultivation level.
After all, Bai Shuanglian’s cultivation was much higher than hers, so it was normal for her to see through it.
Then Bai Shuanglian pointed to herself.
“As for me, I’m at the fourth realm among cultivators—a Golden Core Stage Cultivator.”
“Gold… Core?”
Xiaoyu tilted her head in confusion.
“Then can I see your Golden Core, Sister Bai?”
For cultivators, the Golden Core was the essence of their cultivation.
If the Golden Core was damaged, the cultivator would be seriously injured and lose most of their power.
So it could never be shown easily!
“Of course not.”
Bai Shuanglian paused, just about to explain, when she heard a clear voice beside her.
Ling Xiaoyou shook her head.
“The Golden Core is like the heart of a cultivator. You can’t just show it to anyone!”
Ling Xiaoyou’s tone was stern, like a strict mother scolding a child.
Although Xiaoyu didn’t know what a Golden Core was, she understood the heart, so she hurriedly apologized to Bai Shuanglian.
“I’m sorry, Sister Bai, I didn’t mean to!”
“It’s fine, you didn’t know.”
Bai Shuanglian wouldn’t blame a child.
She smiled at Ling Xiaoyou, then looked back at Xiaoyu.
“Xiaoyu, if you want to step into cultivation, you need to enter the first stage—Qi Drawing.”
“As the name suggests, it means drawing a strand of spiritual energy into your body and transforming it into your first strand of spirit power.”
At this, Xiaoyu’s face crumpled.
“But I can’t understand the technique at all…”
“Ahem! It’s fine, let me teach you!”
Ling Xiaoyou glanced at Bai Shuanglian, giving her a ‘leave this to me’ look, then turned to Xiaoyu, took out her own annotated book, and began teaching straight from it.
She wanted to enjoy being a teacher too!