Zhang Weiyun

Zhang Weiyun

In the morning, a fine misty rain began to fall from the sky.

Xu Fan hurried toward Heavenly Gate Sect's Beginner Valley beneath an air shield specially designed to keep off rain. It was where newly inducted disciples studied.

Within Heavenly Gate Sect, all disciples in the Qi Refining Early Stage were assigned to a vast valley. Every year alone, the sect recruited several thousand disciples.

In a valley deep within the mountains, a colossal city came into Xu Fan's view. It housed not only newly inducted disciples, but even more ordinary people serving the sect and cultivators with no hope of advancement.

Every time Xu Fan saw those enormous city walls, he could not help but sigh.

"What the hell are walls this tall even good for?"

At the city gate, Xu Fan took out his Token and entered the city, heading toward the area arranged for newly inducted disciples. Having lived here for three years, he knew this city like the back of his hand.

"Eh, isn't this Little Brother Xu? Back to see Little Yun?"

A middle-aged uncle called out to Xu Fan. When Xu Fan turned around and looked—

An awkward yet polite smile appeared on Xu Fan's face.

"Uncle Zhang, long time no see. You're looking more spirited by the day."

Looking at the man before him, Xu Fan thought of that little loli who had insisted on marrying him. Back then, he had found it amusing, so he had agreed.

"Then that's settled. From now on, I'm your Husband. In a moment, I'll go give your father the Betrothal Gift."

It had originally been a joke, but Little Girl's father had happened to hear it when he came looking for her. Just like that, Xu Fan had gained a father-in-law.

"Never mind whether I'm spirited or not. Give me the Betrothal Gift first. Little Yun has been clamoring to see you lately."

"Give it a while longer, and you'll probably be able to see Little Yun in the Outer Sect."

As the middle-aged uncle spoke, he took out a Paper Crane and formed a Dharma Seal with his hands to imbue it with spirit.

"Uncle Zhang, don't notify Little Yun. I'll leave after teaching a class. You know I can't stay in this place for long." Seeing Uncle Zhang take out the Paper Crane, Xu Fan hurriedly tried to stop him.

"Too late," the uncle said.

The Paper Crane had already flown into the distance.

"A man must keep his word. Besides, Aunt Lin and I are both very satisfied with you."

The uncle's mysteriously sweet smile made Xu Fan deeply uncomfortable. Back then, shouldn't you have gotten angry when I said something like that to your daughter? Why were you looking at me like I was some dragon-riding son-in-law?

"All right, enough talk. I still need to water the Spiritual Field over there."

The uncle patted Xu Fan on the shoulder and headed out of the city.

"Uh... you're being this Careless about your daughter's lifelong happiness?" Xu Fan murmured as he watched the uncle's receding back.

When Xu Fan arrived at the Teaching Hall, he found that all the students had already assembled. More than a hundred children in their teens looked at him eagerly.

"There are so many disciples taking the path of cultivation this year?" Xu Fan asked the Old Professor leading him beside him in puzzlement.

"This year, many combat geniuses have emerged in the sect's War Hall. Things have become somewhat excessive, so the sect is vigorously cultivating talent in pill refining, artifact refining, and cultivation this year," the Old Professor said slowly.

"Macroeconomic regulation?" Xu Fan joked.

As he spoke, Xu Fan walked inside. Today was his first class. He would teach two classes a day for a total of three days.

Looking into those innocent pairs of eyes, Xu Fan felt somewhat moved. He recalled the scene when he had first entered Heavenly Gate Sect.

"I am the Teacher who will be teaching you the Minor Spirit Rain Art today."

As Xu Fan spoke, he cast a Light Screen onto the wall behind him.

The Light Screen displayed the mnemonic formula and casting essentials of the Minor Spirit Rain Art.

He cast another Light Screen. It showed an image of the human body, with its meridians appearing vividly within it.

"Since you are able to attend lessons in this Teaching Hall, you should already understand the basics and have all broken through to Qi Refining Layer 1."

"Next, I will explain the key points of casting the Minor Spirit Rain Art, as well as what you need to pay attention to when forming seals."

"The speed and intensity with which you mobilize spiritual power within your body are closely related to the speed at which you form seals."

"It is not enough to simply form seals while outputting spiritual power at the same time."

As Xu Fan explained from the shallow to the profound, the eyes of those newly inducted disciples in their teens gradually lit up.

At last, a Teacher who knows how to teach has come. That was what every student in the Teaching Hall was thinking.

Xu Fan had figured out all this knowledge himself while studying the Minor Spirit Rain Art. Back then, the Teacher merely told them to read the Minor Spirit Rain Art Jade Slips more, or to cast the Minor Spirit Rain Art several more times. The more times they cast it, the higher the success rate would be.

Outside the Teaching Hall, the Old Professor listening to the lesson nodded in satisfaction. At last, someone could explain such a simple spell thoroughly.

After one lesson ended, the next group of disciples waiting to attend class had already gathered outside the door.

"Goodbye, Teacher."

All the disciples stood and bowed to Xu Fan in unison.

A strange thrill rose in Xu Fan's heart when he saw it.

"I haven't finished teaching yet. Come outside with me." As Xu Fan spoke, he called all the newly inducted disciples outside the Teaching Hall.

By then, the fine misty rain had stopped, and sunlight streamed through gaps in the clouds.

"I'll cast the Minor Spirit Rain Art for you once, in slow motion. Watch carefully."

As Xu Fan spoke, his entire body lit up. He used the Light Shadow Art to cover himself, revealing all the meridians through which the Minor Spirit Rain Art needed to circulate.

A four-meter-tall Ethereal Projection appeared. The humanoid projection slowly formed hand seals, accompanied by a demonstration diagram of the meridians running across its body.

A most standard Minor Spirit Rain Art took shape.

"If you still can't learn it like this, then give up on the path of spells."

After saying that, Xu Fan led the newly arrived disciples into their second lesson.

After the two lessons ended, Xu Fan was just about to leave the city when a little girl with bright eyes, white teeth, and a beige flower-patterned dress threw herself into his arms.

"Husband, I finally found you." An adorably sweet voice rang out.

Xu Fan awkwardly tried to push the little girl away, only to discover that she was astonishingly strong. He gave up struggling.

"Little Yun, could you let go of me? I was joking with you back then," Xu Fan said helplessly.

"It wasn't a joke. According to the customs of our village, since we exchanged tokens of affection, we are husband and wife for life."

Zhang Weiyun took out a Hello Kitty Pendant and showed it to Xu Fan.

"Husband, look. This is your token of affection."

"Didn't I give that to you to play with back then? It's not a token of affection." Xu Fan bared his teeth.

"I don't care. You, Xu Fan, are my Husband."

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In the end, Xu Fan had to go through tremendous effort before he finally shook off Zhang Weiyun and hurried toward Tai Xue Peak. He still had lessons there to attend.

"If something like this had happened in my previous life, I'd have been over the moon."

"Now... sigh. As for matters of the heart, I'd better forget it. It is destined to be a tragedy."

Having obtained such a bizarre system, he should not even think about having a Dao Companion in this lifetime.

After attending the afternoon lessons at Tai Xue Peak, Xu Fan returned to his Small Hilltop.

"In another seven or eight days, this Spirit Rice can be harvested."

"Once I have Spirit Stones, I can begin my own path of Pill Refining. I really can't wait." Xu Fan said as he looked at the field of rice before his door.

(End of this chapter)