Remember

Long Yao at it.

"Can."

Shui Yue'er brushed the fine sand off her hands.

She followed the group toward the Kitchen, her pace much faster than when she arrived.

Teacher Lin had already set the breakfast on the long table.

A bowl of plain congee.

A dish of pickled crisp bamboo shoots.

There are also two Scallion Pancake left over from yesterday.

The Scallion Pancake were reheated, and a thin layer of oil glistened on the surface.

Shui Yue'er washed her hands and first arranged the four bowls in order.

She served Long Yao half a bowl of porridge, and then filled her own bowl to the brim.

No Lotus Seed Soup today?

Teacher Lin pointed to the bamboo basket next to the stove.

Only a small handful of Lotus Seed remained in the basket.

"We used up the Lotus Seed from last night; we'll save these to make soup tonight."

Shui Yue'er looked out the window.

A few unripe fruits remained in their original place.

One of them was already mostly yellow, with only a light green ring remaining near the stem.

She walked closer and glanced at it, but didn't reach out.

"Almost there."

Shui Bing'er separated the Scallion Pancake.

You said yesterday that the other side still needs to wait.

"The other side of the story has also turned yellow today."

The stem hasn't formed yet.

Shui Yue'er returned to the table and sat down.

"Then let's wait one more day."

Bibi Dong picked up a Scallion Pancake.

That piece had thicker edges and contained more scallions than other areas.

Upon seeing Shui Yue'er immediately reached out and took it away.

"I made this one."

"So?"

I'll eat it myself.

She placed another thin piece into Bibi Dong's dish.

"This part was done by the dean."

Bibi Dong looked at the Scallion Pancake that had been exchanged.

You already ate yesterday.

So I'm giving it to you today.

Shui Yue'er took a bite of the pancake she had made herself.

The edges have been reheated and are harder than yesterday.

She chewed for a long time before finally picking up the bowl of porridge and taking a sip.

"Next time it really needs to be thinner."

Long Yao sat in the main seat and did not offer her opinion.

He picked up some crisp bamboo shoots and put them into his bowl, then slowly ate half a bowl of plain porridge.

Golden sunlight filtered through the bamboo leaves outside the window, falling on a corner of the long table.

The Treasure Ranking remains in seventh place.

After finishing her Scallion Pancake, Shui Yue'er looked up again.

Why hasn't it appeared yet?

"The judgment of Heavenly Dao also takes time."

Bibi Dong put down her chopsticks.

"The top-ranked treasures are more interconnected, so the list won't be just one line long."

"Then we'll look at it again this afternoon."

Shui Yue'er took the initiative to stack the empty bowls onto the tray.

"I'll go wash the dishes first."

Shui Bing'er took the one on top.

"The bowls shouldn't be stacked too high, or the porridge will stick to the bottom."

Shui Yue'er was divided into two piles again.

She put her bowl into the wooden basin, first rinsed off the remaining porridge with water, and then wiped the bowl along the sides with a cloth.

Bibi Dong stood on the other side, washing teacups.

After the Rakshasa Demon Scythe ranked eighth, she still did not take out the divine weapon again.

She wiped the rim of the cup with an ordinary cloth and then placed the washed cup upside down on the wooden stand.

Shui Yue'er looked at her twice.

"Aren't you going to use the Rakshasa Demon Scythe for training today?"

"Try again this afternoon."

Where should I try it?

"Seventh floor."

Can I go see it?

"Cannot."

Shui Yue'er handed the washed bowl to her sister.

"I'm just looking, I won't touch it."

"You cannot withstand the corruption of the Demon Scythe."

Bibi Dong carefully placed the last cup down.

"I'll show you when I can fully control the patterns on my body."

Shui Yue'er did not make any further requests.

She knew that if Bibi Dong said no, Long Yao most likely wouldn't agree either.

After cleaning up the Kitchen, the group returned to the lakeside platform.

The morning sunlight had already pierced through the bamboo curtain and fallen on the outside of the stone platform.

The two newly replaced bamboo boards yesterday were lighter in color and stood out clearly between the old bamboo.

Shui Yue'er sat down in the spot she had chosen and placed the teacup under the wooden beads.

She did not begin her cultivation immediately.

She first took a dry cloth and wiped away the remaining water stains on the stone platform.

Long Yao sat opposite him, flipping through the new student's training records.

The first page records that the wooden piece moved two inches.

The second page is still blank.

Shui Yuerou hasn't brought anyone over yet.

He took out a pen and left a space after the date.

Shui Bing'er re-condensed the Ice Blossom.

This time, she first left a main vein, and then extended petals from both sides of the main vein.

Bibi Dong entered the True Dragon Tower carrying the Myriad Laws Returning to the Origin Tome.

When she reached the sixth floor, she temporarily placed the Jade Tome on the wooden shelf by the door before climbing to the seventh floor.

A faint light had already illuminated the Azure Lotus Platform.

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe appeared in her palm, with purplish-black patterns gradually lighting up along the surface of the weapon.

She didn't activate all the patterns at once.

The first intrusion mark.

The second pressure mark.

The third disturbance pattern.

Each time a light appeared, she would use her own Spider Emperor essence to Bearing it, and then Refinement the power remaining on the outside of her meridians.

The long scythe did not unleash the Rakshasa Divine Power.

The darkness and death within the artifact continued to attempt to invade her Divine Soul.

Bibi Dong sat cross-legged, blocking the Death Spider Emperor's essence from her Divine Soul.

The Soul-Eating Spider Emperor is responsible for devouring the scattered corrosive power.

To Bearing.

Refinement.

Unification.

After circling around once, the third line stabilizes.

She did not open the fourth channel.

Long Yao said that she needed to know how much she could handle.

Now, these three paths are the range within which she can completely reclaim them.

Outside the seventh floor, Shui Yue'er had once again lifted up the Heavy Water.

The left hand is 30%.

Seventy percent on the right side.

She neither looked at the sky nor inquired about the Treasure Ranking.

35%.

65%.

Forty percent.

60%.

The Heavy Water came to a stop at a height of Nine Inches.

She held for ten breaths, then retreated along the same path.

This time, the handover between primary and secondary officials proceeded without interruption.

The lake breeze wafted through the newly constructed bamboo curtains.

The two wooden beads touched gently.

Long Yao made a mark on the cultivation record.

Forty percent of the round trips.

It took five breaths less than the last time.

Shui Yue'er sent the Heavy Water back into the lake and turned to look at him.

"Dean, how much slower are we this time?"

"No slowness."

She immediately stood up straight.

"So I'm done?"

"One completed."

As soon as Shui Yue'er's face lit up with joy, Long Yao turned to the next page of the record.

Do it nine more times.

She looked at the lake and didn't try to bargain.

A moment later, the second drop of Heavy Water rose to Nine Inches.

The left side accounts for 30%.

70% on the right.

On the stone platform, Long Yao picked up a freshly brewed cup of tea.

True Dragon Tower, Bibi Dong stabilized the third pattern on the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

The Ice Blossom in Shui Bing'er's palm opened and closed once, and not a single one of the six petals was damaged.

The green fruit by the window is almost ripe.

Above the sky, the golden light of the seventh-ranked being was still slowly gathering.

The morning at the Skywater Academy was no different from any other day.

When the Tenth Place round trip ended, Shui Yue'er did not immediately withdraw her Soul Power.

She let the Heavy Water linger at the Nine Inches mark for three more breaths before slowly sending it back into the lake.

Long Yao put down his teacup and wrote a date at the end of the record.

That concludes today's item.

Shui Yue'er walked back to the stone table, first looking at the booklet, then at his pen.

"Dean, is your pen almost worn out?"

Where the brush tip touched, the ink varied in shade.

He picked up the pen.

A few fine hairs have spread out from the side of the brush tip and can no longer be brought back.

"It's been used for a few years, it's time to replace it."

Shui Bing'er put away the Ice Blossom in her palm.

"The Outer Court has some new pens; I'll go get them."

"No need, I'll just go for a walk today."

Long Yao closed the booklet, washed the old pen, and placed it horizontally on the pen holder.

Shui Yue'er had just picked up the cloth when she heard this, so she put it back down.

"Go to the city?"

"Buy pens, buy paper, and some tea."

She immediately looked at her sleeve.

A patch of my sleeve was wet from the lake water.

"I'll change my clothes, it'll be quick."

"Wipe your hands first."

He handed the cloth over.

Shui Yue'er took the cloth, wiped her hands, and walked towards the tower gate.

She walked to the door and looked back one last time.

"Dean, please wait for me."

"I have not yet risen."

Only then did she feel relieved enough to enter the tower.

The azure light on the seventh floor of the True Dragon Tower slowly receded.

Bibi Dong descended the stone steps, Long Yao was checking the Copper Soul Coin in his money bag.

Her gaze fell on the stone table.

Several copper coins and silver coins were laid out separately, one of the copper coins having a small corner missing from its edge.

"Is Master going out?"

"Go to town and buy a few things."

She put the Myriad Laws Returning to the Origin Tome Back to its original place.

I'll go with you.

Long Yao at her right hand.

Some purplish-black lines remained between the knuckles.

"The third line has been withdrawn?"

"It's back; the fourth line hasn't moved."

"Give me your hand."

Bibi Dong did as she was told and reached out her hand.

He touched the side of her wrist with his fingertips.

A wisp of corrosive power hidden at the end of the meridians was drawn out and stopped between the two.

She immediately activated the Soul-Eating Spider Emperor's essence to Refinement that wisp of power.

"There's still one spot missing at the end."

"Check this place first next time."

Long Yao withdrew his hand and put the coins on the table back into his money bag.

Shui Yue'er happened to come out of the tower gate.

She changed into a light blue dress, and a cloth bag was hanging from her waist.

Shui Bing'er looked at the bulging bag.

What did you bring?

"Money."

She untied the bag, revealing a neatly folded handkerchief and a few Copper Soul Coin inside.

"And a cloth for storing things."

Long Yao stood up.

Let's go.

On the long street outside the college, the stalls from before noon had not yet closed.

The cloth shop had spread out half a bolt of blue cloth, and the shop assistant by the door was tidying up the wooden rack.

A man was passing by the street corner carrying two baskets of fresh vegetables; the radishes in the baskets were still covered in mud.

Long Yao didn't walk too fast.

He calmed his breathing and walked forward along the side of the street.

A thin ray of blue light fell beside them, concealing their easily noticeable aura of origin.

Shui Yue'er looked at the passersby.

They didn't recognize you.

I've come to buy something.

"Not here to be received?"

"Um."

She stepped aside to make room for the people picking out their vegetables.

A carrying pole passed in front of her, and a green onion fell onto the stone path.

Shui Yue'er bent down to pick it up, quickly took two steps, and handed it back into the basket.

The man thanked her, and she waved him off before returning to her sister's side.

Long Yao stopped in front of a paper and ink shop.

The shop was small, with several strings of wooden clips hanging by the door to hold paper in place.

Behind the counter, a shopkeeper was cutting paper.

He heard footsteps and put down the knife he was holding.

"Would you like to write calligraphy or draw?"

"Notebook."

Long Yao at the pen holder on the wall.

"Take two durable ones."

The shopkeeper took out a wooden box.

Inside the box were six pens, each with a different length of handle.

Bibi Dong picked up the innermost one.

The penholder is smooth and warm, with a small piece of white jade inlaid at the end.

How about this one?

"That one is suitable as a gift."

The shopkeeper then took out two more bamboo-handled pens.

"This is perfect for daily budgeting; I won't feel bad if it breaks."

Long Yao took the bamboo brush and moistened the tip with clear water.

He dipped his brush in ink and wrote Shui Yue'er's name on the test paper.

With the final stroke completed, the pen tip returned to its original position.

Shui Yue'er moved closer to the counter.

Why write about me?

I've been writing a lot lately.

She stared at those three words, speechless for a moment.

Indeed, her name appears everywhere in the cultivation records.

The shopkeeper smiled and handed over another piece of paper.

"Would this young lady like to give it a try?"

Shui Yue'er took the pen and wrote down the words next to it.

Her first stroke was too heavy, and the ink pooled on the paper.

The last two strokes were light, and the connecting part showed white space.

Shui Bing'er glanced at it.

Your name is practically overflowing the paper.

"This sheet of paper is narrower than the college's."

Long Yao turned the paper upright.

The paper didn't squeeze you.

She looked down at the words she had written, then picked up her pen again.

The second time, she first left space before making the first stroke.

The three characters were finally arranged neatly.

"That's fine now."

Just as the shopkeeper was about to take the test strips away, she reached out and pressed down on the corner of the strip.

"Can I have this one?"

"It was just for testing purposes, take it."

Once the ink from Shui Yue'er and the others had dried completely, she carefully folded the paper and put it into a cloth bag.

Long Yao selected two pens and asked for three blank booklets.

There was also a stack of papers on the side of the counter.

The corner of the paper was not cut evenly, and the color was a bit darker than the surrounding area.

He picked up a sheet and looked at it in the sunlight streaming through the door.

How much are these?

"The edge was damaged, but it's half the price; it won't hinder my calligraphy practice."

"Wrap it up."

Shui Yue'er looked at the stack of papers.

"So many, how long will it take you to memorize them all?"

"Not for my use."

She instinctively took half a step closer to her sister.

Long Yao at her.

"You and the newly admitted students can both use it."

"I want to practice calligraphy too?"

"One should be able to clearly write down one's own cultivation experiences."

She touched the test strips in the cloth bag and didn't ask any more questions.

When it was time to pay, the shopkeeper put the jade-inlaid pen back into the wooden box.

Bibi Dong put the two volumes of paper into a cloth bag.

"Does the master not like the jade stem?"

"Just hold it where it feels comfortable."

He picked up the remaining volume.

"We'll be using the pen."

Next to the paper and ink shop, separated by two shops, was the tea shop.

Three earthenware jars were placed in front of the door.

The tea shop owner took out a small dish and poured a few pieces of dry tea into it.

Long Yao picked up one of the pieces, smelled it, and then put it back in the dish.

"This can, was it made in a different place?"

The shopkeeper looked up at him.

"Has this customer bought this before?"

"I've bought it twice."

"The original tea gardens had a lot of rain this year, resulting in a low harvest. This batch was transported from the south."

Long Yao nodded.

"Brewing one cup first."

Hot water is poured into the teacup, and the tea leaves slowly unfurl.

Shui Yue'er stood by the counter without reaching out.

She watched as the tea's color deepened before asking a question.

Do you have to choose sweet tea like this too?

"You have to try it."

Upon hearing the words "sweet tea," the shopkeeper fetched another small jar.

"These are harvested at the end of spring; they're refreshing on the palate and have a sweet aftertaste."

Two cups of tea were placed side by side on the counter.

Long Yao took a sip from each cup, leaving the second one in his hand.

"Half a jin (250g)."

Shui Bing'er also tried a little.

The tea flavor is not strong, and even after it cools down, a delicate fragrance lingers on the tip of the tongue.

This type is suitable for people who are drinking tea for the first time.

She doesn't like waiting for the aftertaste to turn sweet.

Bibi Dong accepted the paper package from the shopkeeper without asking any further questions.

Shui Yue'er, had already understood.

"Is this for Senior Gu Yuena again?"

"Leave half at the academy."

She immediately looked at the shopkeeper.

"Then please divide it into two packages."

The shopkeeper took out more paper, divided the tea leaves, and tied them with thin strings.

Long Yao paid and picked up one of the packages.

Shui Yue'er took the other package.

She didn't put it with the test strip, but wrapped it in a handkerchief and held it in her palm.

"The paper still smells of ink; it shouldn't be near tea."

Shui Bing'er nodded.

"I'll remember this time."