The First Academy in the Cultivation World

Ling Yan'er and Dongfang Zichu went to find Ling Ziye with three sword techniques. Ling Ziye was a little surprised when he heard the purpose of Ling Yan'er's visit.

He thought that physical education class would just involve challenges in the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

"I also know some swordsmanship." Ling Ziye said.

Ling Yan'er then remembered that when she first heard Ling Ziye's name, when the report of Ling Ziye's kill was broadcast, Ling Ziye used a long sword.

Ling Yan'er handed the jade slip she had chosen to Ling Ziye: "I picked three, which one do you think is suitable?"

After reading it, Ling Ziye said, "The attack power of these three sword techniques seems to be similar, and they all have some fancy tricks."

"As for children, they will of course learn this kind of swordsmanship when they first start learning. The prop swords used in class are all in the equipment room. You can ask them to go to the equipment room to get them when you are in class, and ask them to put them back when the get out of class is over." Ling Yan'er said.

"Okay." Ling Ziye randomly picked up a jade slip and said, "Then I'll teach you this sword technique."

"Okay." Ling Yan'er put away the jade slip. "Teach them slowly if you don't have time. Just finish teaching this sword technique this semester. If you don't want to teach them anymore, just send them to the Demon Suppression Tower."

Ling Ziye agreed, and Ling Yan'er and Dongfang Zichu returned to the dormitory.

On the second day of the training class, Long Xuyao ​​and Liu Yixian went to the classroom on the third floor, and Ling Yaner entered the classroom as the bell rang.

Long Xuyao ​​asked curiously, "How are you going to teach me how to practice today? Do you want me to change my technique?"

"You don't need it?" Ling Yan'er asked curiously, "Hasn't your training class always been about how to care for young dragons?"

"Yes, body training." Long Xuyao ​​said, "I have learned everything in the book."

"Then change back to your original form and let me see." Ling Yan'er said.

"A half-demon can't transform back into its original form." Dongfang Zichu reminded him, "If a half-demon is born with a demon body, it may not be able to transform into a human form. And if it is born in human form, it doesn't have a demon body."

"That's why we asked him to learn how to care for a young dragon." Ling Yan'er sighed, "If it was instinctive, then there would be no need to learn."

"The book didn't teach me how to change back to my original form, did it?" Long Xuyao ​​frowned and thought back, trying to make sure he remembered it correctly.

"You sit on the cushion." Ling Yan'er said, then clicked on the course tutorial on her mobile phone, and the half-demon turned back into her original form.

After confirming the class had started, Ling Yan'er put away her phone and patted Long Xuyao's shoulder as he sat on the futon: "It might be a little painful later, just bear with it."

"Okay." Long Xuyao ​​agreed, still wondering how painful it would be.

Then he let out a long howl of pain, as if every bone was being broken and reassembled, and even his flesh and blood seemed to be melting.

Long Xuyao ​​wanted to struggle, but Ling Yan'er's hand lightly resting on his shoulder made it impossible for him to move.

He wanted to curse, but he couldn't utter a complete word except for a howl of pain.

Because of Long Xuyao's howling, Lan Lian and Hua Qingfeng, who had no classes downstairs, came up.

"What happened?" Hua Qingfeng walked into the classroom and asked.

Ling Yan'er waved the hand holding the phone and said, "It's okay, I'm teaching Long Xuyao."

But Long Xuyao ​​doesn't look like he's okay.

The others looked at the painful Long Xuyao ​​and were silent for a moment.

Fortunately, this situation did not last too long. After about ten minutes, Long Xuyao ​​turned into a small dragon not much bigger than Dongfang Zichu.

The little dragon is only as thick as a finger. The little horns on its head look soft, and its two whiskers are about as thin as a hair. Its four little paws are invisible unless you look closely.

But the little dragon's scales are all golden, which is still very beautiful.

Hua Qingfeng looked at the little Long Xuyao ​​and suddenly understood why Ling Yan'er called him "little boy".

Lan Lian and Dongfang Zichu looked at Ling Yan'er in silence. Lan Lian muttered to himself, "It's actually from the demon clan."

Ling Yan'er squatted down, pulled the limping little dragon out from the pile of clothes, and said, "It's not a demon, it's a half-demon."

There were some dry, flying, dead skin on the young dragon's body. Ling Yan'er scratched it twice but didn't help to tear it off. Instead, she said to Long Xuyao, "This should be your first molting period, but because you haven't transformed back into your original form, your original form is only this big. You should be bigger after you molt."

"According to your physical age, you should have another molting period at 500 years old." Ling Yan'er said: "You must shed your skin on your own during the molting period. You cannot ask others for help, otherwise it will be detrimental to your future cultivation."

Long Xuyao ​​nodded weakly. He didn't even have the strength to speak, and his body was still throbbing in pain.

If it weren't for his strong willpower, he would have screamed when Ling Yan'er pulled him out of her clothes.

Every bone and every inch of his flesh was in pain. He felt like he was stuffed in a small jar, and every inch of him wanted to get out.

After listening to Ling Yan'er's words, he understood that in order to be freed, he needed to shed his skin, but he really didn't have the strength now.

"A half-demon actually has a perfect demon body shape." Lan Lian was a little bit unbelievable.

Dongfang Zichu also said, "No wonder the half-demons of the snake clan don't live long. I thought their lifespans were limited to that."

The reason why the demon race does not recognize half-demons is because half-demons are too prone to sudden death or premature death. Compared with the long lifespan of the demon race, half-demons do not seem like demons at all.

So half-demons actually have true forms, but no one has ever been able to help them transform back into their true forms before.

Dongfang Zichu and Lan Lian looked at each other, then turned their heads back to continue looking at Long Xuyao.

Long Xuyao ​​remained motionless. Ling Yaner poked him and said, "Hurry up and tear off the dead skin yourself first. Isn't it uncomfortable for you?"

Long Xuyao, who had just recovered, was poked and screamed uncontrollably: "You know I'm in pain, but you still touch me? Can't I just take it easy?"

He was having a hard time getting used to his current body, and even turning his head was difficult.

The reason why it was difficult was because it hurt whenever he moved, but he also knew that if he didn't shed his skin it would continue to hurt, so it was better to tear it off sooner rather than later.

Wuu ...

Long Xuyao ​​was in pain and cursed Ling Yan'er in his heart, while trying hard to tear it off with his mouth.

It hurts more when I exert force. There is no part of my body that doesn't hurt. What kind of torture is this?

The most painful punishment in the world shouldn't be even one percent of this! Why did he question Ling Yan'er? Why did he come to this school to hide from Qingshan Academy? Wouldn't it be better for him to find a secret place, a deserted mountain to retreat?

If all else fails, he can just find a small mortal village. As Long Xuyao ​​tore the paper, tears welled up in his eyes.