The First Academy in the Cultivation World

Ling Yan'er could hear Dongfang Zichu's final guilty conscience and comforted him, "It's okay. You're still so young, it's still early."

Dongfang Zichu sighed, spread out his palms and looked at his still very small self. It was indeed still too early to fully recover.

Putting this aside and not thinking about it anymore, Dongfang Zichu said, "Did you really teach Liu Yixian to heal Wen Zhe today? Can you heal a dantian injury?"

"Yes." Ling Yan'er asked doubtfully, "Hasn't this been mentioned before?"

"Is it effective?" Dongfang Zichu asked.

Ling Yan'er pondered for a moment and said, "Wen Zhe said it has an effect, but it's not obvious. I don't know if it's true or just a psychological effect."

"No one has ever been able to heal a Dantian injury before." Dongfang Zichu said carefully: "Do you know what this means?"

"It means I'm going to train a miracle doctor," Ling Yan'er said. "If we can raise our profile, we won't have to go out and recruit students. There will be a constant stream of talented people begging to enroll in our school!"

Dongfang Zichu didn't know for a moment whether Ling Yan'er really didn't know what he wanted to say, or if she said that on purpose.

Seeing that Dongfang Zichu didn't respond, Ling Yan'er whispered, "Are you trying to say that an innocent man is guilty of possessing a treasure? I understand, but isn't this the purpose of opening a school? I pay tuition, and I teach you everything I have."

"You can wait until the school develops a bit before teaching." Dongfang Zichu said, "If the news gets out now, I'm afraid someone will harm the school."

Ling Yan'er then said, "Do you think anyone would believe me if I told them? Besides, this isn't something that can be cured in a day or two. If Liu Yixian had Hua Qingfeng's cultivation level, it would be fine, but he's lower than Wen Zhe, so his effect is bound to be minimal."

She was just giving Wen Zhe a carrot to hang on. Although it was a bit immoral, she had no choice but to complete the task.

"That means Liu Yixian might not be able to cure Wen Zhe in a year or two?" Dongfang Zichu looked at Ling Yan'er with a puzzled look, and suddenly felt that Ling Yan'er might not be so kind to let Wen Zhe waive a year's tuition.

After all, before the disease can be cured, he has to practice on Liu Yixian.

Ling Yan'er nodded as a matter of course: "About the same. It depends on Liu Yixian's learning progress. If he's fast, it'll take about a year. If he's slow, it could take two or three years."

At present, Liu Yixian's progress is a bit slow. After all, his spiritual roots are also damaged.

Dongfang Zichu didn't know who to sympathize with for a moment. A novice medical practitioner was faced with the most difficult and complicated diseases right from the start, and a terminally ill patient was suffering from a torture, meeting a novice medical practitioner.

Ling Yan'er suddenly asked, "Is the Dantian of a human cultivator equivalent to your tree heart?"

Although Dongfang Zichu didn't know why Ling Yan'er asked this, he still said, "It's different. The physiological structures of different monsters in the monster race are different. They can't be compared with human cultivators."

"Is it different?" Ling Yan'er sighed: "I said if it's the same, let him try to see if he can treat you."

"How do you want him to treat me?" Dongfang Zichu asked darkly, "It's not that I look down on him, but he's only at the fifth level of Qi Refining. It's already hard enough for him to fill my body with spiritual energy, right?"

Ling Yan'er looked at the huge fairy tree, then looked at the little man who was about the size of her palm, and felt a huge gap.

Ling Yan'er then asked curiously, "Your original form is so big, so when you transform into a human form, are you also several times the size of an ordinary person? When Long Xuyao ​​transforms into a dragon, the dragon is him, and there is no other human form. Your original form is there, but you can still follow me around. How is that?"

"Have you heard of an incarnation?" Dongfang Zichu said, "I am one of them."

The original body needs to take root in the land to cultivate, and since he can't sit still, he naturally creates a clone. The original body sleeps, and he can run around in the clone.

Ling Yan'er nodded to show that she understood.

For the next two weeks, Ling Yan'er continued to teach Liu Yixian how to treat Wen Zhe step by step. The progress was not very obvious, but Wen Zhe said that it was good news that the condition did not worsen.

Long Xuyao ​​successfully transformed into a ten-meter-long golden dragon, and then he could no longer change back into human form.

On Ling Yan'er's birthday, the cafeteria served small cakes at noon. Ling Yan'er was stunned for a moment and took a small cake to eat.

Ling Yan'er was in a bad mood the whole day and lay back on the bed after class.

At this time last year, I don’t know what’s happening with my friends who said they would celebrate their birthdays together this year.

The list was clearly still there, but Ling Yan'er didn't have the courage to click it to look. She was afraid that they had forgotten her, but she was also afraid that they hadn't forgotten her.

She didn't know how to go back, nor did she know if she could go back.

Maybe I was too busy before and didn’t have time to think about anything, but now that I’ve been a little free, it’s hard not to think about it.

Ling Yan'er looked at the calendar. It was already the last month of this semester.

Maybe she had cried once some time ago, so this time Ling Yan'er didn't cry, but just covered her head and took a nap.

It was already the next day when she woke up. Ling Yan'er had adjusted her mood. After all, there will always be a way out when you reach the mountain, and all she has to do now is to live well. Perhaps she will get the answer after this school is promoted to the top level.

After her birthday, Ling Yan'er felt that time passed very quickly. Two days before the final exam, Long Xuyao ​​finally transformed back into human form.

Because there was a test during the previous parent-teacher meeting, several teachers didn't need Ling Yan'er to teach anymore.

After the exam, Ling Yan'er took three days off as usual, and then came back three days later to get her results and notification letter.

When Dongfang Zichu came back from the library, he saw Ling Yan'er sitting on the floor of the living room, surrounded by piles of magical instruments, robes, and bottles and jars.

Dongfang Zichu was shocked when he saw this scene before asking, "Did you go rob somewhere?"

Ling Yan'er said, "I thought it was the end of the school year, and I couldn't come up with a certificate, but I could give some practical encouragement. Then I remembered that I took a storage bag from Cheng Yuying when she came that day, so I thought of picking out a few suitable items from it."

Then she clicked to open the storage bag in the living room, and it became what Dongfang Zichu saw.

Dongfang Zichu glanced at the pile of things. There were indeed a lot of things, but in reality, only two or three of them were valuable. They were probably just extras to fill up the storage bag.

"Have you made your choice?" Dongfang Zichu asked, looking away.

Ling Yan'er shook her head and waved to Dongfang Zichu: "Come here!"

Dongfang Zichu flew towards Ling Yan'er with a helpless look on his face: "Let me help you choose?"

"No." Ling Yan'er handed over a clearly men's robe. "Would you like to try it on? I heard that robes can automatically adjust to their size. You should be able to wear it, right?"

Dongfang Zichu instantly turned into Dongfang Nuannuan, but unfortunately, Dongfang Zichu could not wear this robe.