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

Chapter 19 The Birth of King Juan

When the familiar voice of Uncle Long came from the communication talisman in Zhou Ling's hand, Xu Wan finally understood what it meant to be extremely shameless and lack martial ethics!!!

She almost rolled and crawled onto her flying magic weapon, and flew at lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared at the bend of the distant fairy mountain.

"Did that little girl from the Xu family bully you again?" Long Aotian, who was on the other side of the communication talisman, also heard Xu Wan's groan as she almost fell down due to running too fast.

"Yeah, but it's okay now. They were scared away by my shaking action. Master is so awesome!" Zhou Ling's mouth corners almost curled up to the sky. It was really great to have someone to back you up and no one dared to mess with you!

Humming a little tune, Zhou Ling skipped out of the lecture hall and saw her mother sitting on the steps not far away eating.

Are you here to pick her up from school?

He was delighted and tiptoed behind his mother and covered her eyes.

"Guess who I am?" He lowered his voice deliberately, intending to tease his mother, but his mother patted the back of his hand lightly.

"You're out late." Zhou Li saw his daughter come out and had no time to play with her. He wiped the pastry crumbs off his hands, stood up, picked up his daughter and put her on the back of the paper crane.

"Ah? School is over now, there's no need to be so anxious." Zhou Ling was used to being lifted here and there, so she hugged the paper crane's neck obediently.

"New sword-cultivating disciples, after listening to the profound principles of the Dao in the Lecture Hall, must go to the Sword-wielding Peak to learn the basics of the Dao." Zhou Li answered his daughter as he flew off on a paper crane.

These were also what the deacon disciple said in front of others yesterday, but my daughter didn't pay attention.

"Still need to practice swordplay? Are you so rushed in terms of study time?"

Zhou Ling's face fell. Her notebook was filled with words she had never heard of before. She planned to look them up in books after school or ask her teacher. However, she had not sorted out the knowledge points in her notes yet and she had to go back to her own peak to practice swordplay.

It has the flavor of rolled up.

Fortunately, the master accepted the sect's mission to teach these new disciples the basics of swordsmanship.

The feeling is naturally different when you are taught by your own master. If you have questions, you don’t have to be afraid of annoying others or hide them. Just raise your hand and ask.

After the entire sword-fighting class, if Long Aotian hadn't been afraid that others would think he was bragging, he would have praised his disciple to the sky in front of everyone!

With such understanding, it’s no wonder Hengyue chose her as his successor!
Be it the basic theoretical knowledge of Kendo, the movements of swinging the sword, or the continuity of the moves, my little disciple learns everything faster than others and performs the moves more accurately than others.

The way she raised her hand to ask questions and the way she carefully took notes in her little notebook almost made him cry, as if he was back on the eve of the college entrance examination.

Fortunately, they were sword practitioners, and after learning the sword art, they ended their lessons for the day.

A day passed like this, and when Zhou Ling returned to the tent with his arms sore from swinging the sword, his mother had already set up a small pot and cooked meat porridge.

She could smell the fragrance from a distance, but she was too tired after a long day. She felt that the most important thing for her now was not to eat, but to meditate for a week and use her spiritual power to nourish her sore arms and legs.

Otherwise, she couldn't imagine whether she would be able to move her legs when she woke up tomorrow morning.

"I won't eat it, mother. I haven't tasted the fasting pills that Master gave me yet. I'm going to try it today."

"Don't eat that. It's not nutritious."

Zhou Li felt that the fasting pill was unreliable from the beginning. Although it could replenish energy and make the body feel less hungry, could that thing be the same as food?

Eating can supplement nutrition!

"I don't have time, mother. I need to meditate first. I also need to look up some basic terms and theories in the world of immortal cultivation."

"I want to eat that too, just a small bowl."

Zhou Li felt a little distressed and forced a small bowl of porridge into Zhou Ling's hand. In fact, when her daughter was listening to the lecture in the lecture hall, she also heard it outside with her ears perked up.

Her daughter had been wandering around in the mortal world with her since she was young, and had not had a few days of peace. She had suffered a lot. That was why, compared to the second generation of immortal cultivators from aristocratic families, her little daughter lagged far behind in the basic knowledge of the immortal cultivation world, so she was so anxious to make up for it.

She couldn't stop it, the only thing she could do was to make more delicious food for her daughter while she was desperately chasing those people.

"Okay." Zhou Ling understood her mother's intentions and didn't waste any words. She picked up the small bowl, tilted her head back, and slurped the small bowl of meat porridge. The feeling of having her stomach filled made her feel a little better.

Handing the bowl back to her mother, she sat on the ground with her legs crossed. The spiritual energy in her body completed a full cycle. When she opened her eyes again, the night was as dark as ink.

The candlelight in the tent went out, I guess my mother has gone to bed.

She took out the notes she had written during the day from the storage bracelet. She ran away on purpose because she was afraid that the sound of turning the pages would be too loud and would disturb her mother.

The bright moonlight poured down through the leaves and branches, casting a mottled silver shadow.

Zhou Ling leaned against the tree trunk, put the night-shining pearl given to her by her master in a net bag and hung it on a branch, and immersed herself in the sea of ​​books.

In her previous life, she was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze, but she never forgot that the peaceful era she lived in was bought with the blood of her ancestors.

If you fall behind, you will be beaten!

This sentence applies no matter which world it is in.

Her poor aptitude in cultivating immortals is destiny and cannot be reversed.

But Hengyue chose her as his successor, which meant that she was destined not to remain unknown in this life due to her poor qualifications.

After staying up all night, she spent three hours cramming the basic knowledge of Taoism in the world of immortal cultivation!

The moment she closed the book, she looked up at the sky.

My head feels so swollen, I feel like I need to grow a brain.

She had carefully calculated the time in the world of immortal cultivation where she was now, and it was no different from the Blue Planet where she lived in her previous life, with twenty-four hours in a day, or twelve hours.

Looking back on what she had learned yesterday, she herself could hardly believe it. Except for the time on the way to and from school and drinking the bowl of porridge, she did not waste any time. She practiced when she should have practiced and studied when she should have studied.

The twelve hours were fully scheduled, and he can be called a master of time management.

Of course, there are also many gains.

I stretched my body, my butt was a little numb from sitting, I looked up at the sky, and it felt like it was time to go to the lecture hall again.

“Drink porridge first!”

Seeing that his daughter had finally straightened up from studying hard, Zhou Li quickly took advantage of the opportunity and handed her a bowl of meat porridge.

Don’t ask why it’s always meat porridge. The reason is that this thing is delicious, saves time, and is nutritious.

Zhou Ling understood immediately, took the bowl and drank it all, then took the initiative to climb onto the paper crane flying magic tool that his mother had parked not far away.

The wind today seems particularly clear, and the wisps of mist in the early morning blow against Xuan'er's cheeks, making her lively eyes look even more lively.

Because today she is no longer the same person as before!
The knowledge she gained from studying hard all night was enough to enable her to keep up with her master's lectures today.

Those fellow students who were laughing at her in the lecture hall yesterday, today she will show them what the birth of the King of Curls means!
If you dare to laugh at her, then prepare to be crushed to death!

(End of this chapter)