Unfilial disciple, do not ruin your master's dream of ascension and peaceful life.

Yao Zhen (female, 52 years old) is a professor at the School of Humanities of Haijing University of Science and Technology, and also a founding member of the School of Humanities.

It's common knowledge that the value of Haikou University of Science and Technology lies entirely in its science and engineering programs. The later establishment of the School of Arts, School of Economics and Management, and School of Law was merely to artificially inflate the university's "comprehensive university" status. As a result, those who apply to these schools are mostly sly individuals with insufficient college entrance examination scores who want to piggyback on the fame of the "Double First-Class" and "Strong Foundation Program."

Yao Zhen was very dissatisfied with this.

She genuinely wanted to bring a touch of humanistic spirit to this school full of tough, science-oriented men and women, but every time she taught, the students either played on their phones or slept, and some girls even openly chatted with their best friends about which boyfriend they had recently changed.

The School of Humanities has the highest proportion of female students, which is quite rare in a university like Haikou University of Science and Technology, where the male-to-female ratio is severely imbalanced. Female students in the Department of Literature are frequently pursued by male students, and over time they start to think of themselves as princesses, making them difficult for the teachers to manage.

Just last night, the principal called her personally and said, "Take good care of the new girl." She agreed verbally, but inwardly she was very disdainful.

She must have some powerful connections, a good-for-nothing girl who only knows how to do makeup, travel, and scroll through Xiaohongshu (a Chinese social media platform)—a modern-day good-for-nothing? Is the principal treating her like a babysitter?

With this preconceived notion, Yao Zhen didn't immediately realize who this beautiful girl who had suddenly barged into the classroom was.

This was supposed to be an ordinary modern literature class, with the students playing on their own. She stood on the podium with a stern face, giving a dry lecture, but this young girl became a pebble that broke the stagnant water.

"Excuse me, who are you...?"

"I am Ye Yinqiu, and from this day forward I will formally become a disciple of Haijing University of Science and Technology."

Ye Yinqiu, what an elegant name.

Yao Zhen, along with the entire class, looked the uninvited guest up and down.

She wore a pretty little dress, carried a guitar case on her back, and held a stack of textbooks that would be quite heavy even for an adult man. The combination was rather strange, but it did not detract from her graceful figure.

This child is not only extremely beautiful, outshining all others, but also possesses the refined elegance of a scholarly young lady from an ancient, otherworldly family. Just one glance at her is enough to conjure up images of her wielding a brush and ink.

"Who is that...?" "So beautiful..." "Is there such a person...?"

Ye Yinqiu sat down in the empty first row, her posture dignified, her cool eyes looking at Yao Zhen.

"Senior sister, are you in charge of giving the lecture today? Please enlighten me."

"Ah...yes, please enlighten me..."

Yao Zhen continued lecturing, writing on the blackboard, "Baseness is the passport of the base, nobility is the epitaph of the noble," but Ye Yinqiu raised her hand to interrupt:

"Senior sister, could you please tell me what this line of text means?"

"This line of text..."

The meaning of this sentence is easy to understand. She simply wanted the students to appreciate the writing techniques and the skill in condensing information. Why would this freshman, who clearly has a high level of literary literacy, ask this question? Could it be that he resonated with some deeper meaning? Or was he testing her abilities as a professor?

Yao Zhen's mind raced, and her classmates all glanced at Ye Yinqiu, filled with curiosity.

But what Ye Yinqiu was thinking was—

(What is this written? I can't understand any of the Chinese characters.)

Yao Zhen explained: "It means that despicable people can move freely in society through improper means, while noble people suffer misfortune because they uphold morality. Combined with the author's life experience, this is an indictment of a society that turns black into white."

As soon as she said that, Ye Yinqiu understood.

(So ​​that's how it is. This is the martial arts manual of the Haijing University of Science and Technology. Combining it with my master's teachings back then, it is...)

"In this degenerate age, the despicable are adept at maneuvering, relying on the treacherous ways of those who will stop at nothing and abandon morality. They use flattery as a ladder and framing as a blade; this is the way of the demonic path. Although they may be able to move freely and seize high positions for a time, their foundation is unstable. Like holding a torch against the wind, they will eventually be consumed by fire. On the other hand, those who hold fast to their hearts and remain steadfast will inevitably endure countless grievances and tribulations, often accompanied by loneliness and oppression in their lives. However, this is the path of supreme goodness. When the physical body perishes and the mortal world settles, the foundation of the path forged by suffering will finally see the light of day. Those who cultivate this Heart Sutra must clearly distinguish between good and evil, not envy temporary shortcuts, but strive to build an eternal monument."

— Ye Yinqiu launched into a long, eloquent speech. Earth's mental cultivation method is truly rudimentary, or is it also a kind of profound simplicity?

As we all know, most cultivation novels don't mention what basic education the characters have received, as if they were born with it and could speak eloquently as they cultivate, emphasizing "it just works".

Qianjing Saint Venerable was one of the very few people in the cultivation world who considered the cultural education of his disciples. He believed that cultural education could improve the disciples' comprehension, and this proved to be very effective.

"........."

Yao Zhen's eyes widened.

On the one hand, it was because Ye Yinqiu spoke eloquently, and on the other hand, it was because—this was the first time in all the classes she had taught that a student had answered her questions so seriously, and even been able to discuss literature with her!

This...this child...

She truly is a lady from a scholarly family!

Yao Zhen was overjoyed and kept asking questions. Ye Yinqiu answered fluently and could even throw in a few literary jokes, which surprised the students in the classroom: "Are you really here to study properly, sister?"

However, when it came time for her to go up to the blackboard and answer questions, she struggled again.

"...You mean, you can only listen to Chinese, but not read or write it?" Yao Zhen asked in surprise.

"Yes, I..."

Ye Yinqiu recalled the setting that Qian Jing had made up for her and explained:

"I had been living overseas for a long time and read foreign language books. I only started learning Chinese today after returning to China. Unfortunately, I haven't had time to learn to read and write yet. I would be grateful if you could teach me!"

A student majoring in Chinese Language and Literature, yet unable to read Chinese characters? Unable to speak fluently and eloquently despite being illiterate?

Do such people really exist?

Yao Zhen's mind was in a mess, but she still accepted the setup in a daze. As a result, an entire modern literature class turned into an elementary school Chinese class. She taught Ye Yinqiu to recognize characters for two whole hours, starting with learning pinyin, since no one else would listen to the lesson anyway.

The results proved that Ye Yinqiu's ability to be noticed by the Holy Venerable Qianjing in the lower realm was indeed remarkable.

Since the grammar of Xia Kingdom and Cangxuan Realm is the same, only the pronunciation is different, she only needs to remember which characters correspond to which characters. The amount of characters she can learn in two hours is equivalent to a primary school student's entire semester.

As class was about to end, Ye Yinqiu made one last request to Yao Zhen, who could no longer distinguish whether she was a university professor or a primary school teacher:

"Senior sister, could you tell me how to write the characters '阡景' in Chinese?"

"You mean forward? Or the fortune?"

"No, the last syllable should be emphasized."

"qian first tone, jing third tone? This one? 'Qian Jing'?"

"Hmm... the first character seems a little different from what I remember... is there a character like 'qian' that can be used as a surname?"

"Let me think... Qian? I've heard of such a rare surname."

"Ah, yes, that's it!"

Ye Yinqiu looked at the name the professor wrote on the blackboard. So this is how her master's name is written on Earth.

She memorized those two words and copied them repeatedly on paper, a sweet smile appearing on her face.

(Master~ Master~ Master Qianjing~ Hehehe~~~!)

She then wrote her own name (Qianjing had taught her how to write her own name beforehand) next to the characters "Qianjing" and framed it with a heart... This little thought, full of the first stirrings of love in a young girl, made her blush. She quickly crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it away, inwardly cursing herself for being a toad trying to eat swan meat.

Her classmates, even the girls, were captivated by her strikingly sweet smile.

"Um... Ye Yinqiu, right?"

Which class are you in?

"Can we add each other on WeChat?"

When facing her classmates, Ye Yinqiu's expression changed instantly, and she replied coldly and confusedly:

What is WeChat?