There is also spring for passers-by

She might stay in the world of immortal cultivation for a long time, so she took the name Mowang to remind herself.

Mochou sounds nice, but it always reminds her of the female devil Li Mochou, so it’s better not to call her by that name.

"The Tianji Pavilion governs Xiaoyao City and the Dark Market. Xiaoyao City has the Tianshi Hall. You should first familiarize yourself with the life of the Tianji Pavilion, and then go to the Tianshi Academy of the Tianshi Hall to study in three days. Yujizi, take your junior sister to the cave residence."

Wen Wan followed Yu Ji Zi. The architectural style here was very similar to the Imperial Observatory in the mortal world. There were observatories, Sanqing Palace, alchemy rooms, as well as palaces and towers.

Yu Jizi introduced, "Junior Sister Mowang, you are now the daughter of the Pavilion Master's old friend, Pingyangzi. This is Pingyangzi's life story, you must memorize it. Xiaoyao City's Tianshi Hall accepts disciples every twelve years. They are divided into inner and outer sects, with Taoist and secular sects. After completing their studies, they each pursue their own careers. Secular disciples can marry and have children, but Taoist disciples are not allowed to marry and must worship the Three Pure Ones for life.

Junior Sister's cave has Taoist robes and secular Heavenly Master robes prepared."

The choice is hers, this is what the master ordered.

Yu Ji Zi only recently found out that his master and grandmaster had accepted a younger sister as their junior apprentice.

He was proficient in astrology, qi-observation, and physiognomy, and he knew at a glance that his junior sister was unusual. With a bone age of eighteen years, she had already reached the late Nascent Soul stage and had mastered the principles of swordsmanship.

Before Yu Jizi left, he handed him a few pages of paper, on which were written the life story of Pingyangzi. This person's ancestral home was actually Anguo. He entered the sect at the same time as Xuan Jizi. They studied together in Tianshi Hall when they were young. They studied together for ten years, and spent the other two years outside catching monsters and saving souls.

Wen Wan memorized her life story and put the two pages of paper into her space. She did not take any magic weapon that could reveal her identity and replaced it with a storage bag.

The Nascent Soul cultivator disguised himself as a young cultivator at the third level of the Foundation Establishment Stage. He got up early in the morning to bathe and change his clothes. He put on a Taoist robe and boots, tied a Taoist bun, and hung an ordinary storage bag around his waist.

When Tianjizi and the other two saw her dress, they all showed admiration in their eyes.

Xuanjizi called the steward over and said, "Old Meng, take Mo Wang to Tianshi Hall in person and have them arrange a dormitory for her as an inner disciple there. She can go back to Tianji Pavilion on her days off, and her monthly salary will also be paid from Tianji Pavilion."

"Yes."

Wen Wan met the chief steward and the second steward of Tianshi Hall and first chose a dormitory. The dormitory for inner disciples usually had four to six people living in a small courtyard, each person in a room, with a shared small kitchen and bathroom.

When she entered the Tianshi Hall, she immediately attracted many young Taoist priests and young Tianshi to watch.

"Come quickly, there's a new junior sister."

"She's not ugly, so why would she become a Taoist priest at such a young age?"

"Didn't you notice that she's wearing the uniform of an inner sect disciple? Which elder's disciple is she?"

Wen Wan was personally brought into the school of Tianshi Hall by the chief steward. The school was a quadrangle with twelve rooms, divided into one, two, three...nine, as well as a practice room, teacher's room one and teacher's room two.

The academy is more like a school, still adhering to the simple style. The ordinary study rooms and classrooms, and even the rooms in the teacher's office are very ordinary. The ordinary desks, armchairs, bookshelves, tea sets, and four treasures of the study are obviously the offices of the teachers who teach arts. Teacher's Room 1 is shared by six teachers, and Teacher's Room 2 is the office of teachers from grades 7 to 9.

A disciple rang the school bell, and all the disciples rushed into their rooms.

"Mo Wang, go to the first grade classroom." A young Taoist priest in his early twenties ordered.

Wen Wan responded.

Behind me came the voices of several teachers discussing:

"When this female disciple came in, she was brought in by Manager Meng from the Tianji Pavilion. What's her background?"

"Mo Wang is a native of Anguo in the mortal world. His father, Pingyangzi, was the 81st lay disciple of the Tianshi Hall. Twelve years ago, Pingyangzi died from injuries sustained while subduing a demon in Tingzhou, Chen State. He has only one daughter, who is being fostered in a friend's home. His wife passed away shortly after giving birth to their daughter.

The head of the Tianji Pavilion accidentally heard about this, and remembering their schoolmate friendship, and taking pity on the orphan girl, he sent someone to bring her from the secular world to Xiaoyao City. Because she had dual spiritual roots of fire and wood, he made an exception and accepted her into the Tianji Pavilion as an inner disciple.

"The Pavilion Master is really nostalgic."

"Both her parents are gone. If it weren't for the help of an old friend, this girl would have been hastily promised to someone else in the secular world..."

There were thirty-six disciples in the first grade of Tianshi Academy, and only three of them were female. Wen Wan thought she was old enough, but it turned out that she was in the middle. The oldest had a bone age of over forty years old, and the youngest was only twelve years old.

There are only three female disciples, one is Xiao Yan, the fifth daughter of the Lord’s Mansion of Xiaoyao City, and the other is Han Yue’er, the granddaughter of a casual cultivator in Xiaoyao City.

Xiao Yan does not live in the school dormitory. She rides her spirit beast, the silver-horned beast, to and from school every day.

Wen Wan felt like she was back in school. In the first month of the first grade, she reviewed the "Taoist Classic" and "Ode to the Gods and Immortals" for school-age children. There was one class for learning to read, one class for calligraphy, and the third class for regulating breathing (two hours). The third class spanned the morning and noon. There was no break at noon, and there was no going home for lunch after school. When they were thirsty, they drank water from the storage bag, and when they were hungry, they swallowed fasting pills. There were three more classes in the afternoon: the first class was drawing talismans, which were the simplest amulets; the second class was "The Book of Changes"; and the third class was regulating breathing and practicing (three hours).

After a day of study, everyone returned to their dormitories and none of the students wanted to talk.

Wen Wan discovered that the younger disciples would fall asleep while practicing breathing exercises, and would always wake up when they heard the teacher say "school is dismissed" and were woken up by the other disciples' voices.

The first lesson of the second day: "Ghost Hunting".

If Wen Wan hadn't been in the world of immortal cultivation, she would have felt her worldview was shattered.

A group of uninitiated Taoist priests were dancing and waving peach wood swords in the square, while the Taoist master on the stage was teaching with great interest, and would walk down from the platform from time to time to correct the disciples who made mistakes in their movements.

When Wen Wan swung the peach wood sword, it looked more like she was practicing Tai Chi. At first, she didn't realize it, but later on, she attracted other disciples to watch her dancing and waving the sword. In the end, even the Taoist priest stopped and stared at her intently.

She was so engrossed in her performance that when she came to her senses, she found herself surrounded by hundreds of disciples and teachers.

"Sir... do we not need to practice anymore?"

The Taoist on the stage coughed lightly, "We are both disciples. Look at Mo Wang, and then look at you. His ghost-catching sword dance is so good. We are from the same teacher and the same school. Look at what you are dancing. It's a chaotic dance of demons, without any power at all. You are trying to catch ghosts, but I'm afraid the ghosts will catch you."

Wenwan raised her hand.

The Taoist said, "Mo Wang, what are your doubts?"

"Sir, have I learned the art of catching ghosts?"

"You've already learned the four parts of the Ghost Hunting Technique: separation techniques, spells, incantations, and sword dances. You can return to the practice room to learn talisman drawing. You... your calligraphy and talisman skills need to be improved."

All the disciples in the audience laughed, thinking they were about to be scolded by the teacher. They thought she was very capable and forgot that Mo Wang's calligraphy was extremely ugly and even her talisman drawing technique was ranked last.