"The second possibility is much simpler!
If you have a Soul Puppet on hand, drive some ordinary beasts over to test it out.
After that, the Soul Puppet can go in..."
At that moment.
The many children below looked at their little aunt, who was speaking with great assurance, their eyes shining brightly!
Their hearts were filled with admiration as well.
Just then...
The old man seated at the front nodded approvingly and said:
"Not bad!"
"It seems you have grasped the essence of the family spirit's inheritance."
The young girl Qingyao tried hard to put on a calm expression and said solemnly:
"This is all thanks to Teacher's guidance!"
Hearing this.
The old man gave a faint chuckle but did not reply. He waved his hand and said:
"Take your seat!"
"Yes!"
"Next, the second question..."
"..."
Very soon.
An hour passed. The old man at the front slowly left the classroom and headed outside.
Once the old man had left, the previously quiet classroom instantly became lively.
"Aunt Qingyao, I heard Teacher is a Mortal Cultivator from our Cheng Immortal Clan. Is that true?"
the chubby little boy asked curiously.
As soon as he said this.
Another child joined the discussion and spoke up:
"That can't be possible, right!"
"Aren't all the Mortal Cultivators of our Cheng Immortal Clan in this Canyon?"
"Those teachers are all outsiders. How could they possibly be Mortal Cultivators of our Cheng Immortal Clan?"
"Yeah, I've never heard of it either..."
As the children surrounded the thirteen- or fourteen-year-old Cheng Qingyao and chattered away...
It sounded like a swarm of mosquitoes buzzing by Cheng Qingyao's ears, leaving her thoroughly irritated.
A clear look of impatience appeared on her little face as she snapped furiously:
"Enough!"
"Stop talking!"
At this.
The children gathered around