There Are Very Few Things I Don't Know

Tianyan Sect.

Qinghe hummed a little tune, lounging leisurely on a rocking chair, sipping freshly squeezed spirit fruit juice with utter contentment.

Having spirit stones felt absolutely amazing!

Though she couldn’t bring herself to waste a bottle by pouring it out, she could always drink one cup after another!

Just as satisfying~

Even though Chu Xingchen had put a stop to her pill-flipping scheme, she’d still made a tidy sum before the crackdown.

The best part? For the first time ever, Grandma Bai hadn’t demanded the "ill-gotten gains" back.

Qinghe suspected it might have something to do with Cui Hao’s involvement.

If Grandma Bai had forcibly reclaimed her spirit stones, even without mentioning Cui Hao, he likely would’ve handed them over voluntarily.

Then again, maybe Grandma Bai had suddenly grown a soft heart—who knew?

Either way, this time, she’d struck it rich~

Qinghe’s gaze drifted lazily toward Cui Hao, who was across from her, teaching Zhou Ping how to read.

It had been a while since she’d had any spirit stones coming in, and her little stash was running low.

Sitting up, she called out to Cui Hao,

“Got any other bright ideas for making spirit stones?”

Cui Hao set down his brush and lifted his eyes, giving her a resigned look.

Ever since he’d started teaching literacy, he’d begun to understand why his senior sister had given him that bewildered look when instructing him in cultivation.

That look basically screamed—Do you even have a brain?

Cui Hao had studied under renowned scholars since childhood, and naturally, he’d had classmates.

One of them had been so hopelessly dim-witted that it was unforgettable.

The tutor would always keep him after class for extra lessons.

He was constantly getting rapped on the knuckles or assigned extra copying.

Yet, despite that, the guy had studied with dogged determination, putting in tremendous effort.

Back then, Cui Hao had been something of a slacker, coasting purely on talent—listening when he felt like it, skipping class when he didn’t.

Even so, he’d consistently ranked first in class. Every time he handed in an exam, the scholar would give him a look that said, How are you the genius here?

As for Zhou Ping’s cultivation talent, Cui Hao wouldn’t comment—he wasn’t exactly an expert himself yet.

But when it came to literacy, Zhou Ping was at least one Zhou Ping-level below that old classmate of his.

How could anyone be this slow at comprehension?

A single character only had two meanings at most, and a sentence only two possible interpretations.

How could he still get so tangled up?

Cui Hao often threatened to discipline this junior sect brother, but in reality, he’d never even raised his voice.

Sometimes, silence was his loudest reprimand.

Now, hearing Qinghe’s insatiable question, he felt even more exasperated.

This little dragon really never learned—she took others’ one-time leniency as a permanent pass to push boundaries. Sometimes, you just had to know when to stop.

“I do have a proposal,” Cui Hao said dryly. “But after pulling it off, Qinghe-daren would most likely earn herself permanent sleeping rights at the foot of the mountain.”

With that, he turned his attention back to Zhou Ping, whose expression was the picture of innocence.

Taking a deep breath, he asked gently,

“Do you understand now?”

Zhou Ping shook his head with pure, unclouded confusion.

“Copy it, then…” Cui Hao’s face stiffened. “Annotations included!”

Zhou Ping glanced at the several pages Cui Hao had written and asked timidly,

“How… how many times?”

Cui Hao pushed the meticulously compiled notes in front of him.

“Until you can recite these lines in your sleep.”

Zhou Ping rubbed his sore wrist lightly. These days, he hadn’t made any progress in cultivation—but he’d certainly become an expert at copying texts.

Still, he couldn’t deny his utter lack of foundational knowledge. Yet, seeing the graceful bearing of the cultivators around him, he found no resentment in the task.

Taking the pages, Zhou Ping lowered his head and began copying diligently.

Hearing that her money-making days were over, Qinghe sighed and took another sip of spirit fruit juice.

One good thing about doing business with Cui Hao was that he’d always lay his cards on the table, spelling out the worst-case scenario.

He had principles. Qinghe actually liked that.

At least she’d know why she was getting beaten up.

Cui Hao shook his head slightly and picked up his own cup of spirit fruit juice.

Honestly, Tianyan Sect wasn’t half bad—where else could you get such good stuff for so few spirit stones?

“Cui Hao? What are you doing here?”

A cool, composed voice rang out.

Qinghe instantly sprang from her rocking chair and dashed toward the source.

Xie Lingyu looked slightly exasperated as Qinghe threw herself into her arms but allowed the embrace anyway.

“Wow! You’re finally out of seclusion!” Qinghe clung tightly to Xie Lingyu. “I missed you so much.”

Xie Lingyu patted Qinghe’s head lightly, then glanced around, her gaze searching—but Chu Xingchen was nowhere in sight.

Qinghe knew exactly who she was looking for. Her nostalgic expression shifted as she explained,

“That stingy brat got a message from Li Yingling and rushed off. He was here just a few days ago.”

Xie Lingyu nodded faintly, gently pushing Qinghe away as she turned her attention to Cui Hao and the slightly nervous Zhou Ping.

"Congratulations, Master Xie, on successfully reaching the Nascent Soul realm." Cui Hao clasped his hands in salute, then gestured to the young man beside him. "This is Zhou Ping, a new outer disciple taken in by our master. I’ve been tasked with teaching him basic literacy."

Xie Lingyu asked, "Aside from you and Chu Xingchen, has anyone else come to the Tianyan Sect?"

"Of course. There’s Lin Luoyu—I sent that girl to the Sword Vault Peak to experience the lingering sword intent. Who knows? She might even pick up a decent spirit sword while she’s there."

"Little Baiqing is inside reading."

Bai Xuanling strolled leisurely into the courtyard, her gaze sweeping over Xie Lingyu before she nodded in satisfaction.

"Steady and unhurried, solidifying your foundation before leaving seclusion—truly worthy of being my disciple."

Xie Lingyu’s expression turned slightly helpless. Was there really nowhere left for her master to praise her? Even something as basic as consolidating her foundation was worth boasting about?

Bai Xuanling stepped forward, spreading her arms wide.

"In recognition of your outstanding performance, your master rewards you with an embrace."

Xie Lingyu remained calm, mirroring the gesture and wrapping her arms around Bai Xuanling.

For a moment, Bai Xuanling froze, feeling the warmth of Xie Lingyu’s embrace… Then a genuine smile bloomed on her face as she happily returned the hug.

However, Xie Lingyu soon pulled away, her tone tinged with curiosity as she asked,

"Why has he come to the Tianyan Sect?"

Bai Xuanling also withdrew, arching an eyebrow playfully.

"Who knows? Maybe he missed me."

Xie Lingyu sighed faintly. Still, now that she had reached the Nascent Soul stage, she had finally caught up to the mainstream standard.

At least some of the lost time had been reclaimed.

But there were still many shortcomings to address.

Compared to that person, she still had a long way to go.

Tianyan Peak.

Lv Xuan, the sect leader of the Tianyan Sect, silently poured tea for the sect’s most elite disciple—Yanyun.

Yanyun picked up the cup and took a small sip.

Lv Xuan spoke gently, "It’s been some time. How has your cultivation been outside the sect?"

"Everything is proceeding smoothly." Yanyun set down the cup, her calm eyes betraying a hint of confusion. "But I have a question for you, Master."

Lv Xuan smiled confidently. "Speak freely. There are very few things your master doesn’t know."

Yanyun tilted her head slightly.

"On my way back, someone referred to you as ‘Sect Leader Danxing’ and mentioned it was some kind of title. What’s that about?"