Days passed, one after another.
Black Mountain and Red Wind slowly grew accustomed to life in the Si Household and got a feel for the temperaments of its members.
Third Uncle Granduncle really did not make things difficult for Black Mountain. At least, he did not expect to actually turn him into a "scholarly bear."
The old man merely called Black Mountain into the study at the same time every morning, teaching him to read for two hours without fail. For the rest of the day, Black Mountain could do whatever he liked.
But Black Mountain himself ended up getting rather hooked.
Every day, he spoke in that bookish manner, forever saying either "this humble scholar" or some archaic turn of phrase.
Besides learning to read, the two of them did not neglect their cultivation either.
Si Chen took out the crystal fragment he had brought back from the Ancestral Court for the two of them to study.
The moment the fragment appeared, every hair on Black Mountain and Red Wind stood on end. It was a tremor that came from the deepest reaches of their bloodlines.
For pure-blooded members of the Demon Race, the demon sage power lingering within was nothing short of a sacred medicine that cleansed their sinews and marrow.
The first time Black Mountain came into contact with it, his entire body was enveloped in an amber glow. Every bone in him cracked and popped, the pain making him bare his teeth and grimace, but after the pain came an unprecedented sense of clarity throughout his body.
Red Wind was even more direct. He hugged the fragment and slept for three days. When he woke, his demonic aura had become much more solid, and even the bald patch on his backside had sprouted a small tuft