The new students' coursework at the Scripture Hall was packed to the brim.
Ling Zhuzi got up at dawn every morning and appeared in the main classroom on time at sunrise.
Martial brother Xuan's classes especially never waited for anyone. Late disciples had to stand at the door and listen through the entire lesson, which felt worse than being punished.
In the morning, there were History of Farm Teachings and Primordial General Knowledge; in the afternoon, Foundational Dao Theory and Basic Spiritual Plant Cultivation.
Between them were Introduction to Formations and Illustrated Guide to Primordial Fierce Beasts, with the occasional special lecture on Detailed Explanation of Contribution Point System.
Ling Zhuzi's head was crammed full every day. Even when he slept at night, all kinds of knowledge still drifted through his Spiritual Sense. Even so, he could never sit still.
There was some free time after lunch. While the other disciples returned to their dormitories to sleep or wandered around the Marketplace, he liked running off to play with martial sister A Heng.
The Spirit Plant Garden covered an enormous area, stretching beyond sight.
All sorts of spirit plants grew within it. Some towered into the clouds, some were as short as moss, some flowered, some bore fruit, and some grew nothing but lush green leaves spread across the ground.
The first time Ling Zhuzi entered the Spirit Plant Garden, he was completely stunned.
The scent of earth, flowers, and fresh grass rushed at him, filling his nose and making his whole body tremble.
He had been born in Nuwa Palace and had seen plenty of Immortal Flowers and spirit plants, but he had never seen so many different spirit plants crowded together in one garden, all desperately growing upward. Every leaf brimmed with life, and even the soil was