The First Academy in the Cultivation World

Dongfang Zichu watched the spiritual herbs become increasingly illusory before his eyes, and then disappeared. There was an empty space on the ground, as if there had been no spiritual herbs there before.

"Your inheritance is quite powerful." Dongfang Zichu said.

Ling Yan'er nodded: "Indeed, except for not giving me any cultivation, everything is fine."

He didn't give me any cultivation and still asked me to fight monsters. If I had known earlier, I should have pulled Hua Qingfeng out to fight the monsters, and then gave the final blow myself. But with the mascot Dongfang Zichu, I was doomed to lose.

Ling Yan'er looked at the Level 1 spiritual herb, Qingxin Grass, in her backpack. She took it out and asked, "Isn't normal Qingxin Grass green? Is this purple one really normal?"

Although the description is the same as in the book, the color is really weird.

Dongfang Zichu looked at the intact root system and said, "Didn't you open a spiritual field at school before? Go back and try planting some and see if you can restore the green."

"That makes sense." Ling Yan'er put away the Qingxin Grass, opened the small map and chose a direction where there was no one but there were spiritual herbs and continued walking. After walking a few steps, she took out the flying boat.

"Why do we have to walk like fools instead of taking the flying boat?" Ling Yan'er asked a soul-searching question.

Dongfang Zichu, who had been flying in the air and was tired, leaned on Ling Yan'er's shoulder and said after a moment of contemplation: "Maybe it's because you want to walk."

Ling Yan'er was so angry that she refused to cheat when she arrived at her destination and asked Dongfang Zichu to dig spiritual herbs.

Dongfang Zichu sneered and reached out to pull out the level 3 spiritual herb. However, because his hand was too small, he could only grab a leaf, and then pulled out the spiritual herb one by one in front of Ling Yan'er.

Ling Yan'er whistled to the sky: "I remember that only the roots of this spiritual herb have medicinal value, right?"

Then he took out a sword and gave it to Dongfang Zichu: "It's okay, you can dig slowly, I'm not in a hurry."

It can be seen that Ling Yan'er is deliberately making trouble for others.

But Dongfang Zichu thought about his own age and Ling Yan'er's age. What could he do if a teenage cub threw a tantrum? He had to spoil her.

Dongfang Zichu took the normal-sized sword from Ling Yan'er's hand, and the moment he took it, it became very small and fit perfectly in his hand.

This was also why he could tolerate staying with Ling Yan'er. The sword he made with his own tree branch was also the original size and could not fit the current size.

I don't know how the things in Ling Yan'er's hand became the perfect size for him once they were in his hands. Ling Yan'er thought it was his ability, and he didn't explain.

It's simply because I've lived for tens of thousands of years and I have to maintain my dignity.

In order to calm Ling Yan'er down, he even deliberately didn't use his spiritual power and just used his sword to dig. Since it wasn't his own weapon, he really didn't feel bad about it.

When he had dug a bumpy hole and was covered in mud, he handed the messy roots to Ling Yan'er. Ling Yan'er happily took the spiritual herb and put it into her game backpack, ignoring the introduction that popped up: a broken dripping spiritual herb.

"I'm very sorry for your rude words!" Ling Yan'er said proudly, picking up Dongfang Zichu and shaking him: "Look at you, you're covered in mud."

Play? Never mind, as long as you have fun. Dongfang Zichu thought with a sense of despair.

This is all for survival. If he offends Ling Yan'er, how can he recover his cultivation without fertilizer and water?

Ling Yan'er didn't care what Dongfang Zichu thought. After shaking Dongfang Zichu, she said, "Well, go back to the flying boat and wash up. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing to be covered in mud."

Dongfang Zichu performed a Cleansing Technique and said, "No need."

Ling Yan'er looked at the clean and tidy Dongfang Zichu and said, "Sure enough, spiritual power is still convenient."