Let a Hundred Flowers Bloom, Leave No Stone Unturned

After the examination, the cultivators of Yangyuan Peak settled the five boys and girls who had entered the immortal mountain this time in a cave dwelling to rest.

That night, the five children gathered together, eagerly imagining their future cultivation lives.

"Brother Bowen, what kind of spells do you think we'll cultivate? My second granduncle said that after becoming cultivators, there are many different schools and paths to choose from."

Yang Xing asked.

Though the five were the same age, Yang Bowen had been born after the New Year and was the oldest among them.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Bowen replied, "Hmm... that's hard to say. I've only seen scattered records in books. I only know that it may have something to do with our 'affinities,' but I don't know the details."

"I see..."

Yang Xing frowned slightly. With a glance around, he found that the Liang siblings wore the same puzzled expressions as he did, while Lin Qiao of the Lin Family seemed to know something but was too embarrassed to speak.

Yang Xing's eyes immediately lit up. He moved closer and asked, "Lin Qiao, do you know about these things? Tell us! We all really want to know!"

The other three also turned their gazes toward her. Yang Bowen nodded and said, "Indeed. The four of us were all born ordinary mortals, but Lin Qiao's father cultivates the Dao, so she should know something about cultivation."

Faced with the expectant looks of the four, Lin Qiao revealed a timid smile and said softly, "Methods of cultivation are divided into cultivation arts and spells. Cultivation arts concern a cultivator's advancement in realm, while spells determine a cultivator's actual capabilities."

"So that's how it is!"

It was the first time the other four had heard such an explanation.