When a Western Fantasy Witch Traveled to the Immortal Cultivation World and Became the King of Scrol

Chapter 18 Shake people
After practicing for a whole night, Zhou Ling felt that he had plenty of energy and could easily run ten miles in one breath.

She is still young and has short legs now, but after she increases her speed, her two short legs are like riding on Hot Wheels and you can even see afterimages!
The wind was whistling in her ears, and she seemed to hear her mother calling her vaguely.

"superior……"

"Come up!"

Her mother called her several times, but only the last one did she hear clearly.

With a sudden brake, Zhou Ling stared and saw that her mother was actually sitting on a paper crane, flying towards her slowly.

"Are you stupid? You have a flying magic weapon but you don't want to run there?"

Before Zhou Ling could react to how her mother had a flying magic tool, she felt her body lighten and her mother grabbed her collar and lifted her onto the paper crane.

My goodness, just because of her age and small stature, anyone can carry her around like an object.

I really have no temper anymore.

Sitting on the paper crane with her head hung down, Zhou Ling was anxious, but the crane was driven by her mother, and she had nothing else to do, so she reached out and touched the material of the paper crane.

It looks like paper on the outside, but when I touched it I realized it was made of solid wood. It is quite strong and I couldn't pry it apart at all.

Maybe my mother's flying magic weapon was of a relatively low level and did not have any windproof formation. The wind was so strong along the way that if she had not held the paper crane's neck tightly, she would have been almost blown off.

She had been in a coma for ten days, and her mother had been wandering around the sect for ten days. She was familiar with every location in the sect. The paper crane turned a few corners between the fairy peaks, took a small path, and went straight to the lecture hall.

Fortunately, when Zhou Ling landed and ran into the hall, she saw several disciples who were almost late and were left behind by her.

She was instantly relieved that someone was at the bottom and not the last.

She tidied her hair that was messed up by the wind, found an empty cushion and sat cross-legged. As soon as her butt touched the ground, the uncle who was responsible for preaching today arrived.

There were also two disciples who arrived later than the master who was giving the lecture, and were punished by the master to stand at the back and listen to the lecture.

Zhou Ling almost exchanged secret signals with his uncle-master. This damn familiar feeling!
Fortunately, her reason finally held her back, and the words of her master's sermon also stopped her.

Zhou Ling attended the lectures formally and learned the introductory knowledge of cultivating immortals. In this class, he listened more attentively than anyone else.

But as she listened, she felt something was wrong. Many of the words her uncle used sounded like professional terms that she had never heard of before!

She hurriedly took out a blank booklet and a brush from her storage bracelet and began to take notes. Every time her master said a word she didn't understand, she wrote it down and raised her hand to ask again.

The first two times were fine, but when asked the third word, Zhou Ling clearly noticed that his uncle's expression became a little subtle.

Even some of the students who were attending the class next to her couldn't help but burst out laughing. Although they were afraid of the presence of their uncle-master, they were very restrained in their laughter, but Zhou Ling's little face still turned red.

"Uncle Master, I'm sorry. I used to live in the mortal world and didn't have many opportunities to learn the basic knowledge of the immortal world. So there are many things I don't understand, which affects the normal progress of your lectures. I hope you can understand."

One must admit one's own shortcomings. Zhou Ling stood up with his notes in his arms and bowed respectfully to his uncle.

"No problem, sit down and continue listening." The one who was lecturing this group of novice disciples was the elder Lin Sheng from Wendan Peak. He was an alchemist himself, and the most important thing he paid attention to when refining pills was carefulness and patience. But today, his old friend found him a rare elixir that could be used to restore the pill recipes recorded in ancient books. He was anxious to finish the class and go back to try it, so he was a little impatient facing the frequent inquiries of this young disciple.

Zhou Ling knew how to read people's expressions. Noticing that the master who was lecturing looked impatient, he never raised his hand to ask a question during the rest of the class. He just concentrated on listening to his master's explanation of the profound principles of Tao. Whenever he came across a word he didn't understand, he would write it down, planning to look it up in the book when he got back, or...if the master was not busy, he could go and ask the master himself.

Then, a voice that had never been heard before appeared in the lecture hall.

As long as the master who was preaching paused, everyone could clearly hear the subtle brushing sound. Zhou Ling was not used to the brush and could not keep up with the speed, so he had to temporarily change to a charcoal pencil that was more comfortable for him. Once the tools were in hand, the work efficiency was also qualitatively improved.

The other disciples were too disdainful to listen to the first introductory lesson on cultivating immortals. Only Zhou Ling was busy writing down his notes.

"Tsk, you're so serious even in basic courses, you're really ignorant." Xu Wan, who was sitting in the first row, turned her head and glanced at Zhou Ling behind her with contempt, unable to hold back her ridicule.

Although the volume of these words was low, the monks had sharp ears and eyes, so they could hear them clearly.

Zhou Ling was too lazy to pay attention to the young lady's occasional ridicule and embarrassment. Previously, she relied on her master's power to make the young lady bow her head and apologize to her, so she must be upset about this matter.

But because she was concerned that she had her master to protect her, she did not dare to do anything more extreme. The level of ridicule today was still within the range of what Zhou Ling could ignore, so there was no need to confront her.

"That's all for today. Go back and ask your master if you have any questions."

After finally getting through the three-hour sect lecture mission, Lin Sheng closed the book and walked away very quickly.

"It's all because of you. You don't even understand these basic things. You keep asking questions all over the place. You've wasted so much of Master's time. Do you know how much time we've wasted? If you hadn't been wasting time here, we would have started to learn more advanced Taoism tomorrow."

After the master left the lecture hall, Xu Wan seemed to become more arrogant. She stood in front of Zhou Ling with her hands on her waist and accused her with confidence.

As for Zhou Ling, she quietly lowered her head to organize the books and notes she had laid out, and with a wave of her hand, she put them all into the storage bracelet without looking up at Xu Wan the entire time.

"You! How dare you ignore me! You are just a piece of trash with five spiritual roots. Don't think that just because Uncle Long accepts you as his disciple, you can do whatever you want in the sect!"

Xu Wan was raised in a pampered state at home since she was young. Coupled with her natural good qualities, she was a favored child of heaven who was carefully trained by the sect and the family. When had she ever suffered such an injustice of being ignored?

"Zhou Ling! Say something!" She was really afraid that this bitch would pretend to be mute when she wanted to quarrel, so she shouted in anger.

But when Zhou Ling listened, a picture suddenly came to his mind. He looked at Xu Wan warily and took a step back.

"No orange, thank you."

"What orange! Don't change the subject. It's all because of you that we've been delayed in our progress in learning Taoism. Shouldn't you apologize to us?" Seeing that the girl was finally willing to speak, Xu Wan became excited and prepared to take revenge for all the apologies she had been forced to make.

Zhou Ling was speechless. She looked at Xu Wan's cute and arrogant face for a while before she silently reached for her waist.

"What are you doing?" Seeing that she was not in a hurry to apologize but instead made some small movements, Xu Wan suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart.

"Call someone." Zhou Ling replied with only two words, then took out the communication talisman given by his master from the pouch on his waist.

(End of this chapter)