After disappearing for ten years, the junior sister made the entire sect kneel down to welcome her.

Hearing this, Luo Zhenzhen snapped out of her daze, tilting her head with a look of disgust on her face.

"What second senior brother? Nephew Lei, I don't want you anymore. From now on, whether in private or in public, please address me as: Junior Uncle."

Lei Ziyue's confident expression froze instantly. He had already swallowed his pride and made concessions, yet she was still acting up.

Just as he was about to lash out, Su Mingyue tugged at his sleeve and gently shook her head: "Second Senior Brother, let's go, the first class at the academy is about to begin."

The academy was set up by the Xuantian Sect for disciples below the Nascent Soul stage.

On weekdays, they would take turns inviting elders or outstanding disciples of the sect to teach them and answer their questions.

Lei Ziyue recalled that the first class of the day was taught by Elder Qin of the Formation Pavilion. Elder Qin was a strict and rigid person, and disciples who were late would be punished.

He glared at Luo Huanzhen, then took Su Mingyue's hand and turned to leave.

Luo Huanzhen watched the two leave, a sneer on his lips: "Tch."

The two students rushed as fast as they could, and finally stepped into the academy at the very moment the first class began.

Elder Qin sat in the seat of honor.

Hundreds of meditation cushions were filled with disciples.

Elder Qin glanced around and found no one absent or late. Just as she was about to begin her lesson with satisfaction, she saw a slender white hand gently raised.

"Elder, we are still one person short."

Su Mingyue said cautiously, "In the academy, apart from new disciples, all disciples below the Nascent Soul stage must attend classes, but Junior Uncle Luo really didn't come."

Elder Qin is a conservative old-fashioned person.

Unaware of the rumors, Su Mingyue patiently recounted her story with Luo Huanzhen.

After speaking, she raised her head, her voice becoming even gentler, "Now that Junior Martial Aunt has regained her identity, she is no longer a new disciple. Mingyue feels that the academy cannot neglect Junior Martial Aunt. She is unruly and ignorant, and skipping classes is nothing... but the academy cannot let her do as she pleases, lest the Grandmaster Uncle blames her later."

Elder Qin pondered for a moment. She had indeed not received Yun Yao's message and felt that Su Mingyue's words made sense.

He then turned to the disciple beside him and said, "Go and call Luo Huanzhen here."

Lei Ziyue sat down next to Su Mingyue.

Although he was the second senior brother, he was the most dull-witted among Hengyangzi's disciples.

Because he had not been able to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, he had been held back in the academy.

Lei Ziyue was already feeling uneasy when he heard that Elder Qin was going to find Luo Huanzhen.

Elder Qin's corporal punishment was very severe; Zhenzhen's small frame definitely couldn't withstand it.

But when Lei Ziyue thought about how cold and rude she had been to him earlier, he felt that he should teach her a lesson.

Only then will she realize her mistake.

As for Luo Zhenhuan saying she didn't want them, Lei Ziyue didn't believe it at all. She thought she would leave with Yun Yao, and that it was just a momentary outburst of anger.

Once she calms down, she will return to their family.

At the head of the table, Elder Qin gently tapped his palm with the ruler in his hand, closing his eyes and concentrating. The disciples silently opened their jade slips to review the previous section on formation knowledge.

A storm was brewing, and the atmosphere was tense.

After an incense stick had burned, a small figure walked into the academy with an air of indifference.

"This is it—spicy!"

Elder Qin opened his eyes and commanded, "Luo Huanzhen, come here."

Luo Huanzhen walked up to her, looked up, and asked innocently, "Elder, why did you summon me in such a hurry?"

Elder Qin: "..."

He was indeed a mischievous and unruly child, showing no respect for hierarchy and even calling himself "this one".

Elder Qin: "Absent-time punishment: thirty strokes of the cane. Hold out your palms."

Su Mingyue sat below, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Fight! Fight now!

When that ugly freak gets angry, he'll definitely pull out his flag and cause a ruckus at the academy again.

Even if Yun Yao comes in person, he won't be able to protect her then.

Luo Huanzhen frowned and said, "I don't need to come to the academy. My master said he would personally teach me."

Elder Qin said with a stern face, "I have not received any message from the Supreme Elder."

A row of question marks popped into Luo Huanzhen's little head.

Wait, didn't Master say anything?

What is Master busy doing?

She glanced at the ruler in Elder Qin's hand—it gleamed with a spiritual light, clearly no ordinary object, and would definitely hurt terribly if it struck her palm.

Luo Huanzhen immediately picked up a cushion and obediently sat down next to Elder Qin's lectern: "Don't hit me, I'll listen to the lesson obediently."

Su Mingyue watched this scene with a cold smile.

Elder Qin is the most impartial and incorruptible. Last time, she was late and cried so much, but she still didn't let her off the hook. Did she think that she could get away with being cute with such a disgusting ugly face?

The next moment, Elder Qin put away the ruler.

Elder Qin: "Be careful next time."

Su Mingyue: ? ? ?

No, this is completely different from what I expected! She was about to report that Elder Qin had been possessed.

"Today we will learn 'A General History of Demon-Trapping Formations.' As we all know, demons are the natural enemies of cultivators, including inner demons, nightmare demons, other demons, and so on. This lesson will explain all the common demon-trapping formations in the cultivation world today, at least ten thousand types..."

After Elder Qin finished explaining the ten demon-trapping formations, he looked at everyone and gave them today's task: "Today's goal is to draw these ten demon-trapping formations. Six is ​​considered passing; those who fail will not be dismissed."

She gestured to her disciple to light incense for one hour, and said coldly, "After one incense stick has burned, I will begin the examination."

With such a short time, the disciples groaned in despair, but dared not disobey.

Before half an incense stick had burned, a voice rang out.

"Elder, I understand."

Su Mingyue stood up confidently and stepped forward gracefully. After some thought, she began to draw the demon-trapping array by drawing spiritual power.

Her movements were laborious, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. In the end, Su Mingyue successfully drew seven out of the ten formations.

Su Mingyue let out a long sigh of relief, turned around and bowed gracefully to Elder Qin, "This disciple is dull and cannot compare to the extraordinary talent of Junior Uncle. This is already the disciple's greatest effort. Please give me your guidance, Elder."

A gasp of amazement immediately rose from all around.

"Seven! Seven were drawn in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!"

"As expected... there's a reason why Mingyue was mistaken for someone else. This talent truly deserves the title of genius."

"And look at that 'junior uncle' again..."

All eyes turned to the prayer mat in the corner.

Luo was indeed in the standard frog-like position, his face pressed against the jade slip as he read "A General History of Demon Trapping," occasionally scratching his face and occasionally nibbling on his fingers.

Whispers rose and fell around them:

"Luo is really useless now..."

"I've been watching her for a long time, but she hasn't even tried to draw a single formation; she's just been staring blankly at the ground."

"His Heavenly Spiritual Root is gone; it's a miracle he even came back alive. I heard his growth lines are destroyed too; he'll never grow up in this lifetime."

"How could Elder Yun Yao have taken a liking to her?"

"Perhaps it's out of pity... We'll take him back as a mascot. It'll sound good to outsiders too—'Our sect's Supreme Elder has taken in a survivor of the Ten Thousand Demon Cave as a disciple,' how prestigious that would be."

Elder Qin's gaze also fell on Luo Huanzhen.

The child was staring intently at the jade slip.

Elder Qin coughed lightly: "Really. How many have you mastered?"

She had already made up her mind that even if Luo Zhenhuan only knew one skill, she would still let her go down to eat. After all, this child... had truly had a difficult life.

Upon hearing this, Luo Huanzhen stood up and held up the jade slip that was larger than her head.

"Elder, I know all the formations inside."