Ji Xuan stood up and shoved an elixir into Chen Beiting’s mouth: “How many days have you been stuck on this level, still unable to pass it? You’re too dumb.”
Chen Beiting swallowed the Spiritual Elixir.
After a moment, his injuries had mostly healed. He crawled to the table and flashed a smile at Chi Yu, blood staining his lips: “Little sister.”
As he spoke, he grabbed a handful of Spirit Fruits and stuffed them into his mouth.
Chi Yu’s expression was complicated.
No wonder Chen Beiting was so happy when she registered.
It turned out she was the big fool.
Ji Xuan glanced at her: “Did you see clearly how this brat got beaten up?”
Chi Yu nodded.
He leisurely said: “For ten years, aside from this brat, I haven’t had a second disciple.”
“You’ve seen it too, Dream Cultivation isn’t simple. If you can’t handle it, switch majors early. I won’t stop you.”
“After all, if you can’t do it, I can’t force you to stay and get beaten up.”
As he spoke, he stood up: “Once you’ve decided, let me know.”
Then, Ji Xuan’s figure vanished.
The dreamscape crumbled at the same moment.
Chi Yu abruptly woke up.
Inside the cave dwelling, only she and Chen Beiting remained. Everything from before seemed like just a dream, dissipating upon waking.
Yet, on the table, there was an extra plate of Spirit Fruits.
That was what Ji Xuan left for them.
She tried to stand up but felt pain everywhere, her legs too weak to support her. Her back and arms felt as if they had been whipped by vines, but when she rolled up her sleeves, there were no marks.
“The injuries your Divine Soul suffers in the dreamscape will cause multiplied pain in your body, but it’s not serious. Just rest properly.”
Chen Beiting stood up clutching his chest. Though his ribs weren’t physically broken, this pain was truly unbearable.
He walked to the table, grabbed a handful of Spirit Fruits, and stuffed them into his mouth.
Then, with a flick of his hand, he swiftly tossed the remaining fruits along with the plate to Chi Yu.
Chi Yu was startled, thinking she would be hit.
But before she could react, her hands caught the plate and Spirit Fruits.
She froze in place. Chen Beiting smiled: “Looks like you gained a lot from this first level, little sister.”
She couldn’t help asking: “What exactly is going on?”
Chen Beiting: “Most cultivation in the Cultivation World starts with the physical body, gradually opening up the meridians, and finally tempering the Divine Soul.”
But Ji Xuan skipped the earlier steps, directly pulling people’s Divine Souls into the dreamscape he created.
It seems like sleeping, but actually it’s cultivation.
The benefit is that cultivation progresses faster.
Because the body is controlled by the Divine Soul, and when the Divine Soul is tempered, the body also improves accordingly.
Chi Yu endured countless whip-like strikes from peach branches in the dream. Her dodging agility and speed improved, allowing her hands to instinctively catch the flying plate and Spirit Fruits.
“The downside is the risk is too high. If the Divine Soul is severely damaged, you can die.”
Because of this, the Taixu Sect leader originally disagreed with Ji Xuan recruiting disciples.
Eventually, he created this major himself, with a different teaching location—his cave dwelling.
For ten years, everyone thought this major was useless.
And since even the sect leader strongly opposed its establishment, who would want to join this unpopular major and offend the leader?
Chi Yu couldn’t help saying: “But if it’s useful, why has your disciple ranking been consistently last over so many years, brother?”
Chen Beiting sighed, “You’ll understand the answer to that question in time. For now, I have another question for you.”
“Are you thinking of switching majors?”
Chi Yu fell silent.
As she pondered, Chen Beiting walked over and suddenly hugged her leg.
Chi Yu: “…”
“Junior Sister,” his eyes reddened, “our teacher has always wanted new disciples to join Dream Cultivation. He’s getting old and might pass away any day now. Could you really not stay and fulfill an old man’s lifelong wish?”
“And then there’s me. For ten years, I’ve been all alone, mocked as the top failure of the so-called ‘useless major.’ I waited and waited, hoping against hope, until you finally came. How could you bear to let me down, Junior Sister? Wuwuwuwu…”
Chi Yu: “…”
There was really no need for this.
After a moment of consideration, she said, “Senior Brother, I won’t switch majors.”
Chen Beiting immediately stood up. “Really?”
“Of course.”
Ji Xuan had repeatedly said she wasn’t cut out for it. Well, she was determined to prove him wrong—she could do it.
She would also win first place in the sect’s disciple competition to prove to everyone that Dream Cultivation wasn’t a useless major!
Revitalizing Dream Cultivation started with her.
So what if it meant enduring some hardship?
No big deal.
She’d just get it done.
Chen Beiting beamed with joy and personally escorted her out.
On the mountain path, Chi Yu sighed repeatedly.
At this point, she felt as if her entire skeleton was about to fall apart.
All she wanted was to go back and sleep.
Coincidentally, students from other majors were finishing their classes, and they all came over to greet her one by one.
At first, she had the patience to respond, but as the pain in her body grew increasingly unbearable, she couldn’t be bothered to speak anymore. She simply ignored everyone else and focused on walking her own path.
The mountain path felt endless. With the excruciating pain coursing through her body, Chi Yu gradually lost her fighting spirit.
Damn it, what was the point of studying this lousy major?
Revitalize Dream Cultivation?
Revitalize a ball of yarn.
Win first place in the sect’s disciple competition?
Win a ghost, more like.
Practicing like this every day, she could barely muster the energy to speak to anyone, let alone compete in the disciple competition. All she wanted was to lie down and rest.
By now, she finally understood what Chen Beiting meant by “You’ll understand” and why he slept all day every day.
Question Senior Brother, understand Senior Brother, become Senior Brother.
Dusk descended.
In front of the small cottage, Shen Yanzhou gazed at the sunset, his expression somewhat somber.
In his previous five lifetimes, he had little contact with Dream Cultivation. He only knew that this major wasn’t as useless as the rumors suggested.
But he had never crossed paths with them in battle.
Halfway through the storyline, the Immortal-Demon War erupted, and many from the Taixu Sect perished, including Ji Xuan and Chen Beiting.
Still, he hadn’t paid them much attention.
What concerned him now was that everyone else had returned—why was Chi Yu still nowhere to be seen?
Recalling the suspicious look Chi Yu had given him that morning, Shen Yanzhou grew increasingly agitated.
“Chi Yu still isn’t back?”
Jiang Jiuming emerged from his room, limping slightly.
Coincidentally, Wang Shiyi also returned and was surprised to see him. “What happened to you?”
“Today’s major class was on Cloud-Soaring Talismans. My talisman malfunctioned, and I fell from mid-air. That’s how I ended up like this.”
Jiang Jiuming sighed. During the afternoon Talisman Cultivator class, he was the only one whose Cloud-Soaring Talisman had failed.
How embarrassing.
Wang Shiyi fell silent.
He had chosen Alchemy Cultivator as his major. In today’s class, over a dozen cauldrons in the alchemy room had exploded, creating quite a spectacle.
He glanced at the young man beside him. “How was your day, Yanzhou?”
Shen Yanzhou didn’t even lift his eyelids. “Average.”
Wang Shiyi raised an eyebrow slightly.
Actually, after class, he had heard that the neighboring sword cultivator program had gained a genius disciple, someone who grasped sword techniques extremely quickly and possessed outstanding abilities.
He had a rough idea of who it might be, but he still asked the person in question.
Shen Yanzhou’s attitude was quite humble.
If they could really invite him to join the Fengwu Wang Clan in the future, their influence would undoubtedly grow even stronger.
He suppressed all his thoughts and smiled innocently: “By the way, where’s Chi Yu? Why haven’t I seen her?”
“She hasn’t returned yet.” Jiang Jiuming had just finished speaking when he caught sight of the returning figure out of the corner of his eye.
Shen Yanzhou immediately went to meet her: “Chi Yu.”
Chi Yu was completely dazed.
She felt as if her entire body had been crushed, and just as she reached the vicinity of the small cottage, she could no longer hold on and fainted on the spot.
The world had kissed her with pain, and she simply passed out from it.
“Chi Yu!”
Shen Yanzhou hadn’t expected her to collapse like that and hurried over to support her.
Jiang Jiuming was stunned for a moment: “Dream Cultivation sure is nice—you can just fall asleep wherever you drop.”
Wang Shiyi: “…I think she fainted.”
Jiang Jiuming widened his eyes: “Huh?”
Shen Yanzhou picked her up: “Quick, call the healer over.”