Time flew by, swift as a white steed flashing past a crack.
Before they knew it, three years had passed.
Throughout those three years, Xiao Mo studied the Confucian classics with Bai Ruxue every day, along with new Confucian works written over the past three thousand years.
Though Bai Ruxue wasn't all that stern when teaching Xiao Mo, and would even play around with him from time to time,
Xiao Mo had to admit that Ruxue was indeed very learned.
Ruxue didn't simply explain the scriptures to him by rote. She had her own understanding of them.
Xiao Mo even felt that Ruxue's annotations on the scriptures bore some resemblance to the habits he'd had in his previous life.
That warmed Xiao Mo's heart.
The silly girl who hadn't known a thing back then and asked "why" about everything had, to his surprise, become so knowledgeable and talented.
Besides reading, Bai Ruxue also taught Xiao Mo some Mind Methods to aid his cultivation, as well as sword techniques for self-defense.
Every so often, Bai Ruxue would help Xiao Mo temper his body with a medicinal bath.
Xiao Mo recognized a few of the medicinal ingredients used to temper his body. Every one of them was worth a fortune.
Most cultivators wouldn't even bear to throw such ingredients away after one use; they'd reuse them several times.
But every time Xiao Mo finished bathing, Bai Ruxue would throw all the ingredients into the sea to feed the fish.
To Bai Ruxue, everything Xiao Mo used had to be the best.
Reuse the medicinal ingredients?
Then what would be the point of being Lord of the North Sea?
Xiao Mo didn't know what resources the direct disciples of other sects had.
But he figured they probably couldn't compare with his.
With all