Sect Monthly Report

Early in the morning, after washing up and getting dressed, Xuanyuan Haoyue went to He Rui’s room next door.

The large courtyard where the disciples of Qingyun Peak lived contained a total of twenty-two smaller courtyards, each with six rooms.

Apart from Xuanyuan Haoyue’s room, the occupants of the other four rooms in this particular courtyard were already up and about. Some had opened their doors and were carrying wooden basins to draw water from the deep pool in the courtyard, while others had finished washing up and were preparing to head to the Cultivation Hall for class.

Only He Rui’s room remained completely silent.

Xuanyuan Haoyue walked over and knocked twice, but received no response.

After spending so much time with Miss He, she knew the girl couldn’t possibly have gone out early. She must have overslept again!

Well aware that He Rui slept like the dead, Xuanyuan Haoyue did not bother knocking again. She simply pushed the door open and walked in.

When these buildings had first been completed, the sect had placed a basic restriction on every room, allowing only its owner to control who could enter and leave.

The two young girls, both in the bloom of youth, had met at the sect. Although their family backgrounds and personalities were rather different, they had unexpectedly hit it off. Within just a few days, they had become close friends.

He Rui knew that her habit of sleeping in was a bad one, so she had opened her room’s entry permissions to Xuanyuan Haoyue long ago.

That was why Xuanyuan Haoyue dared to enter so brazenly now.

Otherwise, she would never have trespassed into someone else’s room without permission.

Sure enough, as soon as she entered, she saw He Rui sleeping soundly on the bed, hugging her quilt.

Xuanyuan Haoyue sighed helplessly and walked over to wake her.

For some reason, after taking up cultivation, everyone had become more energetic than before and needed less sleep. Yet He Rui continued to get plenty of sleep every day—and even slept in.

After Xuanyuan Haoyue shook her awake, He Rui climbed groggily out of bed. Sitting on the edge, she rubbed her eyes and let out a huge yawn.

“Good morning, Little Yue. Sorry to trouble you again by having you wake me,” she said, greeting Xuanyuan Haoyue between yawns.

Xuanyuan Haoyue picked up the comb from the side and placed it in her hand.

“It’s not early anymore, Sister Rui. If you don’t get moving right now, you’ll be late.”

The girls had arranged their forms of address according to their ages. He Rui was seventeen this year, one year older than Xuanyuan Haoyue, so they had settled on these names for each other.

At that, He Rui immediately woke up a little. After forcing her eyes open a few times, she began combing her hair.

Once Xuanyuan Haoyue was sure she would not fall back asleep, she got to her feet.

“I still need to organize some things, so I’ll head back to my room first. Hurry up, Sister Rui. Today’s class is being taught by the Sect Master.”

With that, she hurried back to her own room.

The moment He Rui heard her final sentence, she woke up completely.

That’s right—it was the Sect Master’s class!

And so, the girl who had still been sluggish from just waking up suddenly became several times faster.

The fellow disciples in the courtyard saw a figure burst out of the room, swiftly fill a basin with water, and then rush back inside with it in her arms.

After just a few breaths, they saw Miss He emerge from her room looking bright and refreshed. She carried the small backpack they had sewn together some time ago and stood in front of Miss Xuanyuan’s door, knocking on it.

“Little Yue, I’m ready! Let’s go to class!”

The two girls carried their respective little backpacks and each held a water flask as they made their way together to the Cultivation Hall on Qingyun Peak.

When they arrived in the classroom, they discovered that Lin Xiao was already there. He was leaning against the edge of the lectern, answering questions for a circle of disciples gathered around him.

The two girls had no time to say anything else. They hurried to their seats, put down their water flasks and backpacks, then quickly took out their notebooks of questions and joined the crowd in front.

Lin Xiao answered the surrounding disciples’ questions efficiently, finishing just before the class bell rang.

This was also because nearly every day, the instructors answered any questions their disciples had after class. As a result, the disciples did not accumulate many unresolved problems.

Most of the disciples asking questions that morning had simply encountered new doubts while reviewing their lessons on their own the previous night.

The bell in the Cultivation Hall on Qingyun Peak had been specially made by the Artifact Refinement Hall to ensure that everyone attended class on time. It hung outside the entrance to the hall.

It rang punctually at the beginning and end of class every day, yet consumed less than a single spirit stone over the course of an entire year. It was extremely useful.

After the bell rang three times, all the disciples were seated in their places, looking seriously toward their instructor, Lin Xiao, at the lectern.

Though these hundred-plus disciples each had their own personalities and habits, not one of them had been late during this period.

Whenever the bell rang each day, the Cultivation Hall was always full.

This made Baizhu’s task of recording attendance extremely easy.

Lin Xiao did not begin teaching as soon as the bell stopped, as he usually did.

“Before today’s lesson, I have something to show you.”

As he spoke, Lin Xiao raised a hand. With a series of rustling sounds, stacks of papers flew through the air and landed in front of every disciple.

The disciples were puzzled. They assumed the papers contained something related to cultivation.

But when they reached out and picked up the stack, they discovered that it did not seem to be that at all.

The top page bore a striking title:

Lingxian Monthly Bulletin

Beneath the title were numerous smaller headings.

“Qingming Mountain, the Sect’s Newest Region, Officially Completed and Opened to the Public!”

“A New Research Result from the Artifact Refinement Hall!”

“New Items Available in the Disciples’ Contribution Exchange!”

“This Month’s New Additions to the Scripture Repository!”

“New Dishes Added to the Spiritual Food Hall This Month!”

It seemed rather fresh. Not that they were sure yet—they would have to read a little more.

Every disciple showed great curiosity toward the Lingxian Monthly Bulletin in their hands.

Once he saw that everyone had received a copy, Lin Xiao began speaking.

“This is our sect’s monthly bulletin. From now on, any new developments within the sect, as well as non-urgent announcements, will be published in it. News and other updates from the outside world will also appear in future issues. Much of the information you may wish to know can be found here. Of course, if you think there is something suitable for the bulletin that has not been included, you can submit your suggestions to the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall.”

After speaking, Lin Xiao saw that the disciples below were still studying the various headings on the cover. He continued:

“Obtaining information is also a very important part of daily life. Now that you have embarked on the path of cultivation, you must not bury your heads in cultivation and remain ignorant of the world around you. Gathering information is an important matter as well. Since this is everyone’s first time seeing our sect’s monthly bulletin, you may read it now. I’ll make up for the time afterward, so there’s no need to worry.”

The disciples of the Lingxian Sect differed greatly from ordinary students: none of them resisted cultivation. In fact, they were all eager to learn more about it.