The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

When Xiao Han walked into the Class B classroom of the Fu Dao League, there were already more than ten cultivators inside.

These people were gathered in groups of three or four to chat. They were all from the sixth, seventh, or eighth level of the human fairyland. They had young faces and gorgeous clothes. It was obvious that they were monks with very good backgrounds.

Seeing Xiao Han's unfamiliar face, a male monk with a horse face looked Xiao Han up and down and asked, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

He thought Xiao Han was a cultivator who had gone to the wrong place because he had done something at the Fu Dao League.

Xiao Han smiled and said, "My name is Xiao Han, and I'm also here to learn the Dao of Talismans."

Suddenly, the eyes of more than a dozen people in the room fell on her.

"Are you like this?..." He looked Xiao Han up and down, his eyes full of disbelief and contempt.

A female cultivator beside the horse-faced cultivator also chuckled and clicked her tongue twice. Although she didn't say anything, she clearly felt that Xiao Han's words were not true.

One male cultivator even said bluntly, "I've never seen a talisman cultivator doing so badly."

It's very simple. All the talisman masters who can enter the primary school to study are descendants of some powerful forces, or are related to the masters or grandmasters of talismans.

In short, it is impossible for him to be a casual cultivator like Xiao Han, who is wearing the lowest-level equipment and looks extremely poor.

The horse-faced male cultivator immediately asked, "Who introduced you here?"

Xiao Han had come into contact with so many high-level cultivators that he had to bow to each one and call everyone "senior." Finally, he had finally entered a circle of equals, and he felt completely relaxed.

So she teased, "Who introduced you then?"

The horse-faced male cultivator said angrily, "I'm the one asking you a question."

Xiao Han raised an eyebrow, "I can also ask you a question."

The horse-faced male cultivator slammed the table in anger, "Looking at your poor appearance, you might have sneaked in. Show me your identity token."

Xiao Han crossed his arms and said with a smile: "First, take out your identity token and let me see it. Then I will show it to you."

It would be fine if she just humbled herself in front of those great cultivators, but why did a group of people with the same cultivation level also show off in front of her?

She was not blindly trying to show off. Although these people looked like the Nth generation of officials and rich people in the fairy world, their identity should first be talisman masters.

This place is like a school, and she doesn't want to be bullied by the school bully.

Seeing Xiao Han arguing with him, he didn't look angry at all. He smiled as if he was watching a child making trouble. Someone pulled the horse-faced male cultivator's arm.

"Forget it, we are here to learn the Dao of Talismans, no matter who she is."

Xiao Han immediately applauded and said, "This fellow Daoist is a wise man. We are all here to learn the art of talismans. I am not hindering you. Why do you dislike me? Just because I look shabby?

We are all talisman masters. If you have the ability, then crush me in the art of talismans, and I will sincerely respectfully address you as Master."

At this time, a clear and beautiful female voice came from the door, "Well said, we are all talisman masters, and what we want to compete is the way of talismans. Ma Changming, since you despise others, then you have to be more competitive."

Xiao Han turned around and saw a female cultivator from the seventh level of the fairyland, with a beautiful appearance and a somewhat cold temperament walking in.

Seeing her come in, the horse-faced monk Ma Changming immediately approached with a friendly smile, "Junior Sister Lan Yue, you're here."

The female cultivator named Lan Yue snorted and sat down in her seat.

Seeing this group of young cultivators greeting Lan Yue one after another, Xiao Han had a feeling that these people were not talisman masters, but just a group of students in school.

However, her feeling was indeed correct. Ma Changming sneered at her again, "Although I don't know who recommended you to come here, when you leave, don't tell us that you went to the same elementary school as us."

Xiao Han didn't know that these people already called each other senior brothers, senior sisters, junior brothers and sisters, and after going out, they would be proud of having studied in the elementary school together.

But she was never the type to try to get close to others, so she just said with a smile: "Ma Changming, right? Don't worry, I don't know you at all. If someone asks, I will definitely ask in return, who is Ma Changming?"

"You!" Ma Changming suddenly became angry again, always feeling that Xiao Han's words were a contempt for him.

A male cultivator advised, "Brother Ma, why bother arguing with someone who only knows how to talk? Let's just ignore her from now on."

Ma Changming thought it made sense, so he went back to chatting and laughing with these people, and no longer paid any attention to Xiao Han.

Xiao Han found an empty seat and sat down. Someone immediately said, "That's someone else's seat. You can't sit there."

Xiao Han looked at the person who was speaking and asked, "Which seat is empty?"

But the man deliberately snorted and stopped talking.

Xiao Han didn't feel angry at all, he just found it funny. He felt that these young people in the fairy world were so naive.

She is an old monster who has lived for eight or nine hundred years. Does she still care about school bullying?

The female cultivator named Lan Yue glanced at Xiao Han and was a little surprised to see that she showed no anger or grievance at all.

Xiao Han thought about it, turned around and went out to find Monk Fang who registered her last time.

This cultivator was probably a clerical worker in the Fu Dao League. When Xiao Han went to look for him, he was in the house making rubbings of a jade slip.

Xiao Han asked with a smile, "Senior, did Class B provide the tables and chairs in the elementary school, or were they provided by the Fu Dao League?"

Monk Fang said, "This must have been prepared by the alliance."

Xiao Han hurriedly asked, "Are there any extra tables and chairs inside now? Is there a place for me?"

Monk Fang was not clear about this either. Thinking that Xiao Han was introduced by Young Master Jiuhua after all, he simply stood up and found a set of tables and chairs and gave them to Xiao Han.

Then Xiao Han entered the small classroom again. In full view of everyone, he took out the tables and chairs from his storage bracelet, arranged them in order, and then sat down leisurely.

She came here to learn the skills of talismans, not to play some bloody plot with these little natives from the fairy world, where a poor person enters the aristocracy and starts being bullied in a private school.

Not long after, a middle-aged male cultivator in the Golden Immortal Realm walked into the school.

There is no need to guess, you can know that this person must be the master of talismans who is teaching.

The man walked to the front of the podium, glanced at all the students in the classroom, and soon found a strange face.

However, his gaze only lingered briefly on Xiao Han's face before he spoke: "Today I will tell you about the characteristics of the fourth-grade rune. I hope you will listen carefully."

Then, the middle-aged monk began to talk.

Xiao Han had discovered that the runes in the Immortal Realm, not to mention the high-level ones, even many of the low-level runes were things she had never seen before. Fortunately, Thousand Runes City was worthy of being a holy land for rune masters. All runes were sold publicly, and the prices of low-level runes were very cheap.

After all, what constrains the talisman master is not the runes, but how to turn the runes into finished talismans.

Therefore, Xiao Han is very busy now. She has to learn to draw many first-, second-, and third-grade runes that she has never seen before and become familiar with them.

After all, it would be a laughing stock for a true talisman master if he couldn't even draw some low-level talismans.

After the Master of Fu Dao finished today's lesson, he began to assign homework.

"Everyone, go back and start practicing drawing the fourth-grade forbidden talisman. When class resumes in three days, I will check your talisman-drawing skills."