Dual cultivation makes you stronger, everyone else is a prodigy, and I'm the only one slacking

As the clear dawn light mingled with the morning mist, Yu Luoning opened her eyes.

She pushed open the door and stood under the eaves, only to see that the clerk and Song Chi had already gotten up early to exercise in the courtyard.

When the clerk saw her come out, he ran over with a smile: "Sister, you're up? Brother Song Chi and I made breakfast, I'll go get it for you."

"No need, I'll go myself." Yu Luoning waved her hand, took a few steps, then turned back and looked at the two of them.

"I know you all want to get stronger. But cultivation also requires a balance of work and rest."

She looked at the clerk and said, "Clerk, you sleep less than three hours a day. Don't you want to grow taller?"

The clerk lowered his head and remained silent.

Yu Luoning then turned to Song Chi: "And you too. I've said before that I'm your angel investor. The money is for you to use, not for you to hoard. Cooking a meal occasionally is a hobby, but getting up early every day to cook is just adding extra work for yourself. There are breakfast vendors on the street; you can just buy it and take it to the clan school, which will save you a lot of time."

Song Chi remained silent.

He looked at Yu Luoning, and something stirred slightly in his heart.

He had met many monks.

Those people from the Sea Dragon Palace looked down on them like ants, their arrogant aura practically overflowing.

Even the cultivators I met later at the Feng Clan Academy exuded the same aura.

But she was different.

He couldn't quite put his finger on what was different, but it was definitely different.

Song Chi lowered his head. "I'll listen to you."

Yu Luoning nodded and turned to eat breakfast.

The two went out and walked on their way to the clan school.

The clerk was chattering away, and Song Chi walked beside him, listening in silence.

After walking for quite a while, he unconsciously glanced back in the direction of the small courtyard.

Actually, the view was already blocked by the alley wall at the corner, and nothing could be seen.

He turned back and continued walking.

The clerk looked up at him and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Song Chi, Prince Feng is so powerful, why is he willing to teach us beginners of Qi cultivation?"

"I don't know." Song Chi's eyes were calm. "Who cares why? Just do your own thing."

He glanced down at the document and instructed, "Don't mention my elder sister in the clan school."

The document was nodded emphatically.

The Feng Clan Academy is quite large, with branch deacons and externally recruited disciples, who are divided into classes according to their cultivation level.

The document refinement level two is in Class C, while Song Chi's refinement level three is in Class B.

As soon as Class C started today, the clerk noticed something was wrong.

Standing in front of the podium was not the old teacher of the past, but Feng Qiguang.

The clerk sat ramrod straight, barely daring to breathe.

She has only been studying for a few months, and her theoretical knowledge is far behind that of others. She is already stressed enough in class, and today the Crown Prince is even teaching her instead.

Every time she looked up, she noticed that the other person's gaze would sweep over her every now and then, linger on her for a moment, and then look away.

Help! Does anyone understand that feeling?

She spent the entire morning in a state of constant anxiety, feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles, terrified of being called on to answer questions.

After class, the others gradually dispersed, and the clerk was about to slip away when Feng Qiguang called him back.

Feng Qiguang: "Have you gotten used to things these days?"

The clerk, Mo Ming, replied, "It's a habit."

"You're Xiao Guai's little sister, so it's only right that I take extra care of you."

The clerk paused for a moment, then realized what was happening.

The Crown Prince personally came to teach her class and kept calling her name. Was it because of this?

She really didn't want this kind of preferential treatment at all.

She groaned inwardly.

He couldn't help but ask, "Little Darling...who is that? Has the young master mistaken someone for someone else?"

Feng Qiguang frowned slightly. "Isn't Xiao Guai your older sister?"

"Sister Yu?"

The clerk's eyes widened in surprise. "Sister Yu also has a name: Xiao Guai?"

Feng Qiguang sensed something, squatted down, and asked in a calm voice, "So what do you usually call her?"

"Sister Luo Ning."

"Yu Luoning".

He repeated it in a low voice, his brows furrowing even deeper, "Yu Xiaoguai isn't her real name?"

The clerk glanced at him timidly, her heart pounding.

She felt like she had said something wrong, but her older sister hadn't told her anything about it, and she didn't know whether she should answer or not.

She quickly made an excuse, saying immediately, "Your Highness, I...I have something to attend to, I'll be leaving now!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already slipped out.

Feng Qiguang stood motionless in the empty classroom.

Yu Luoning.

He mentally went over those three words.

Even the name is fake, so what is real?

Feng Qiguang slowly straightened up.

He came today hoping to get a few questions from the clerk.

How is she today?

Did you say anything?

Did you mention yourself?

He had already planned to go find her today and make things clear.

Now he doesn't want to go anymore.

He was feeling suffocated and uncomfortable all over.

Class B's classroom was in the courtyard next door. Feng Qiguang pushed open the door and glanced at Song Chi sitting in the corner.

When the teacher of Class B saw him arrive, he quickly stood up, but Feng Qiguang waved his hand.

He walked to the center of the field and said, "Today I will give you some pointers. Please practice on your own and I will observe."

The disciples responded enthusiastically and each began to demonstrate their abilities.

Feng Qiguang walked slowly around the arena, looked around, and stopped in front of Song Chi.

"You, let's exchange a few blows."

Song Chi glanced at him, said nothing, stood up, and assumed a fighting stance.

Feng Qiguang's attacks were not heavy, but every move he made hit Song Chi's weaknesses, forcing him to retreat step by step, leaving several bruises on his face.

The surrounding disciples gradually stopped and looked in this direction.

Everyone can see that.

Did Song Chi offend the Crown Prince? He was beaten so badly he couldn't fight back at all.

Song Chi did not call a halt.

He would fall and get up again and again, his eyes growing colder and colder.

He knew he couldn't win.

But only now; in the future, he will win.

Feng Qiguang looked at him, and slowly stopped what he was doing.

He stared at the boy for a while, then withdrew his hand, said nothing, and turned to leave.

The disciples were left behind in a courtyard, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Song Chi stood still.

A moment later, he clenched his fist.

The gap between the two is still quite large.

He needs to catch up faster, much faster.