Life in Bai Manor was leisurely.
Their lives were safe, and they did not have to toil or suffer. Yet in the dead of night, whenever they gazed at the full moon beyond the window, they would always think of all that lay beyond the mountains. A long-time guest yearned for the village well; only after leaving home for so long did one remember the goodness of home. Alas, who knew when they would be able to return?
"Alas..."
A sigh drifted away.
Beneath the ancient tree, voices rang out as students read aloud. It looked just like the shabby private school in town, packed with children, where the teacher swayed his head as he instructed his pupils in reading and writing. Occasionally, unfamiliar snake demons with incomplete transformations could be seen joining in. Not a single snake demon dared let their feral nature erupt and cause trouble, perhaps because the faint aura of terror pervading Bai Manor was simply too frightening.
As usual, Lu Gui came to the tree carrying food and a bamboo tube full of water, secretly learning from them the spells and martial techniques that were difficult to acquire outside.
One day, Lu Gui saw the little boy holding a paper book. Once he clearly saw the two words on its cover, he was filled with shock and envy. If the old teacher at his private school had not deceived him back then, those two words read "Chunyang."
How could that be...
Though the Chunyang Cultivation Method did not fear being secretly learned by others, it would not be spread everywhere either. Without sincerely entering the Dao, it was difficult to fully comprehend it. Yet this mysterious little boy from the wilderness was able to learn it. It was beyond understanding.
If he had asked Iron