I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

During the days of teaching Lilith visualization, Ji Tian deeply understood what it meant to "play music to a cow".

No, cows at least don't fall asleep while meditating.

On the first day, at dawn, outside Lingquan Cave, the morning mist had not yet dissipated.

Lilith sat cross-legged on the futon, her hands resting on her knees, her eyes closed, her palms facing upwards.

His posture was upright, but before half a cup of tea could be brewed, his head started bobbing up and down like a chick pecking at rice, his body swaying and twisting, and finally he fell onto the futon with a "thud," a glistening drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Ji Tian expressionlessly picked her up and put her down. At her request, he used his spiritual power to condense a thin needle and hung it three inches above her head, so that she would prick it if she dozed off.

The next day, Lilith arrived with dark circles under her eyes.

This time she didn't fall asleep, but she kept muttering to herself and her eyelids twitched wildly, as if she were arguing with something she couldn't see.

Ji Tian asked her what she was visualizing, and she said, "I'm thinking about the little cake... no, I'm thinking about what should be in the illusion."

Ji Tian paused for a moment, then changed the day's teaching content from "visualization" to "meditation".

On the third day, Lilith was finally able to sit quietly for a full hour.

She closed her eyes, her breathing was deep and even, and there was actually a sense of "meditation" in her eyes. Ji Tian did not disturb her, but just stayed by her side for the whole morning.

Day 4, Day 5, Day 6...

Lilith's progress was visible to the naked eye. She began to be able to actively "see" the illusions in her consciousness. At first, they were just blurry spots of light, but they gradually took shape, forming mountains, rivers, starry skies, and she could even construct specific scenes in the illusion.

On the morning of the seventh day, Ji Tian stood outside the Spirit Spring Cave, watching Lilith lay out her prayer mat and sit cross-legged. Her breathing had become long and even, and most of the restlessness in her eyes had faded, making her look quite like a "cultivator".

He placed a bamboo slip containing the introductory mental cultivation method on the stone platform beside her, then turned and left.

"Remember, this must be done for three hours every day without interruption."

Lilith suddenly opened her eyes. "Aren't you going to stay with me?"

"You're always distracted when I'm with you. Besides, I have my own things to do."

"……oh."

Ji Tian didn't turn around and teleported directly to the entrance of the sect's scripture pavilion.

From inside came Alice's wailing: "Second Senior Sister! I really didn't peek at the forbidden book! I was just passing by!"

"Passing by will trigger three restrictions?" Ophelia's voice was filled with unquestionable certainty. "You are punished by copying the 'Meditation Mantra' thirty times, to be handed in before dinner tonight."

Thirty times?! My hands will break!

"Then use your feet."

Alice's wails grew louder. When the two saw Ji Tian enter, they stopped what they were doing and bowed slightly.

"metropolitan."

"Master...Master, I didn't do anything wrong."

"Hmm." Ji Tian ignored Alice's sophistry, walked straight to the desk, beckoned over a blank bamboo scroll, unfolded it, and dipped his brush in ink.

With a stroke of the pen, the characters flowed like clouds and water, filling the page in no time.

"I'm going on a long trip. It will take three to five days, or up to half a month." Ji Tian handed a token to Ophelia. "This is the main control token for the sect's formation. In case of emergency, a drop of blood will activate the full defense."

Ophelia raised her head, a barely perceptible ripple flashing in her icy blue eyes.

"Is Master going out?"

Ji Tian walked towards the door with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant, rolling mountains. "Hmm, let's go to the Eastern Border."

He didn't say who he was going to see, but Ophelia already guessed.

Upon exiting the Scripture Pavilion, I expanded my spiritual sense and saw Shirley teaching a silverback giant bear to wrestle in the training field. The giant bear had a look of utter despair on its face. Big Black squatted beside it, listlessly poking at a stone with its paws, occasionally glancing at its master before burying its head back in its paws.

He shook his head with a smile, and then his figure flashed again.

In the dining hall, Mason was wearing an apron and busy at the stove.

She has recently become obsessed with "improving sect meals," taking out various ingredients she brought from Kolde City from her storage ring and making different breakfasts every day.

Alex sat at the table, quietly eating a bowl of steaming oatmeal and a plate of fried eggs in front of him.

"Senior!" Mason, with his sharp eyes, spotted Ji Tian approaching and quickly poked his head out. "Want some? I made honey pancakes today, they're fresh out of the oven."

Ji Tian waved his hand and said, "No need, Alex looks much better than he did a few days ago."

Alex looked up and smiled. "Thanks to Mason for taking care of me."

Ji Tian rolled up the bamboo slips and handed them over.

"This is your training plan for the next three months. The Sword Heart Clarity Technique uses intention to control the sword, emphasizing the word 'clarity'. Do not be greedy for more or faster results. Practice swordsmanship at dawn, read books at dusk, and then meditate for an hour in the afternoon."

Alex took the bamboo slip with both hands, glanced at it, and saw that the handwriting was neat and the organization was clear, even including the daily lessons at midnight and noon.

"Thank you, Master."

"No need for formalities." Ji Tian turned to look at Mason. "I have entrusted your studies to your third senior sister. Although that child is always unreliable, she has real talent in the art of fire. I hope you will keep an eye on her and prevent her from setting the mountain on fire again."

"……yes."

Ji Tian walked through the dining hall, exited through the side door, and headed towards the back mountain along the blue stone path. Jenny was bending over weeding in the herb garden.

Ji Tian stood at a distance and watched for a while, but did not go over. He turned around and teleported to the low stone house deep in the back mountain—the red dragon's lair.

"Old Dragon."

Red Dragon raised its head from the haystack. Next to it were several magic crystals that had been chewed up beyond recognition. It had recently discovered that the magic crystals left by Ji Tian were much purer than those outside, so it shamelessly asked, "Are there any more?" Ji Tian casually tossed it a bag, and it began to chew on a few pieces as snacks every day.

It was chewing on a piece of food at the moment, and mumbled, "What now?"

"If there are any sparring matches between sect disciples, please keep an eye on them and make sure they don't actually start fighting."

Red Dragon snorted, "Leaving? Why are you leaving me with this mess?"

"You're a guest retainer; isn't that what guest retainers do?"

Red Dragon opened its mouth, wanting to refute, but found itself speechless. After all, it didn't know exactly what a guest minister did, and ultimately suffered from its lack of education.

But then again, do human civilizations really evolve their cultures this quickly? A thousand years ago, it did specifically study the cultures of various ethnic groups.

It said sullenly, "Come back soon. Your apprentices are all troublemakers. Also, let me make this clear: if your eldest apprentice gets angry, I'll be the first to run away."

"I know, don't worry, I told you, Shirley is a good girl."

Ji Tian walked out of the stone house, stood on the edge of the cliff behind the mountain, and looked at the eastern horizon.

In the Eastern Territory, in the Viscountry of Pompeii, there was that manor, and that person.

He touched the white robe in his Purple Mansion space that had been repaired by time reversal. It was neatly folded and carried a faint scent of soap.

He tucked the dried flower bookmarks that Elena had sent him into his book, "Insights on Nascent Soul Cultivation".

He hasn't replied yet, nor does he need to. If he has anything to say, he will come on his own.

Ji Tian took a step forward, and his figure disappeared into the void.