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Lost in the Clouds Recently, a new course has been opened - "Illusion Array Monster Fighting" - personally guided by the founder of the Ghost Path.
As for the reason for opening the course, the official explanation is that Wei Wuxian has been a bit bored lately and wanted to find something to do. But the actual reason is that he accidentally broke Lan Qiren's most beloved pot of Luoshui Xiangfei. Taking on this teaching task is also to appease the anger of the uncle elderly gentleman.
However, although Wei Wuxian has opened this course, the entry requirements are exceptionally high.
Firstly, in the Lan's nine basic courses, at least five must be rated as excellent, and no course can be rated lower than good.
Secondly, he doesn't care whether the student is from the main line or a branch, or from the inner or outer sect, but they must have formed their golden core.
Furthermore, having a golden core alone is not enough. During night hunting, they must have at least hunted three low-level demonic beasts individually or one mid-level demonic beast.
Once these three thresholds are met, it can be said that nearly 70% of students will be directly eliminated from enrolling in the course. However, even so, the remaining 20% of outstanding students are still racking their brains to enroll in the course.
It's a joke. The combat power of Ancestor Yiling is the best in the world. Whoever doesn't sign up for his course is just being foolish.
Wei Wuxian thought he was a step ahead, but he couldn't resist the large number of students from the the Lan family. Many of them were diligent cultivators, and even if only twenty percent of the students were eligible to enroll, the final count was still around two hundred people. Holding the student roster, Wei Wuxian suddenly felt like he was shooting himself in the foot.
In the end, it was Lan Wangji who came up with a solution: Wei Wuxian would hold a class every three days, with five spots available each time. The students would have to rely on luck to draw the winning lots for a chance to attend the class. Additionally, those who were selected couldn't participate in the draw again for three months, as the opportunity had to be given to others.
At first, Lan Wangji's methods were indeed effective. However, due to the enthusiastic praise from the lottery winners after completing the class, the appeal of Ancestor Yiling's practical guidance was so strong that it stimulated those students who did not qualify for the class to go crazy and strive to attend the class and seek the highest grades, frequently going out to hunt demons and beasts.
As a result, Wei Wuxian had to schedule the originally three-day classes to be full every day. There was no other way, as Mr. Wei simply couldn't resist the eager and pleading eyes of the young masters.
"Once a teacher for a day, a father for life," Wei Wuxian could only console himself in this way. It's a good thing that the children are willing to learn more. But this has made Lan Wangji suffer. His partner is busy with classes during the day and too tired at night to spend time with him. Although Lan Wangji feels a bit down, he can clearly sense that Wei Wuxian is happy.
Teaching is busy but fulfilling, allowing Wei Wuxian to feel the same sense of overseeing junior disciples at Lotus Flower Cove as he did in the past. As long as Wei Wuxian is happy, Lan Wangji is happy.
However, the human heart is never satisfied. So, Lan Wangji did something that no one had expected.
On this day, Wei Wuxian finished guiding four students in their practical training, leaving only one. But after waiting for a while, there was still no sign of the person.
"Wei Ying."
"Lan Zhan? Why are you here?"
"I..."
"You've come just in time. The last student of the day is already a stick of incense late. Go and supervise them for me."
"..."
"What's wrong?"
Lan Wangji hesitated, even seemed a bit hesitant, and finally pulled out a red-headed top-ranked lot from his sleeve.
So, it turns out that the last student today is Lan Wangji!
"The last student today is... is me."
"Ah!?"
"First-class academic performance, golden core, demonic beast... I... I meet all three conditions."
Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Wangji with interest. He didn't expect Lan Wangji to be so adorable, and his playful heart suddenly surged.
" Lord Hanguang, this won't do, you can't do this... um, is this considered an abuse of power?"
"It doesn't count! I... I was chosen by drawing lots."
"Really?"
"Mm."
"Then why are you so late?"
"....."
Wei Wuxian Without asking, I know it must be Lan Wangji feeling too embarrassed to come to class openly, waiting for the students to leave early before daring to come over. I'm afraid even drawing lots is done sneakily at the supervisor's office. Thinking of this, Wei Wuxian couldn't hold back anymore and laughed, falling into Lan Wangji's arms.
"Wei Ying!"
"What's wrong, Second brother ~"
"Don't... don't laugh."
"Why, Lord Hanguang has racked his brains to attend my class, and now I can't even laugh?"
"..."
Be careful, your thoughts were ruthlessly exposed by your Dao companion, and Lan Wangji's blushing ears can no longer hide it.
" Second brother, if you miss me, just say it directly. Ancestor Yiling will take care of you."
After saying that, Wei Wuxian took out a blank talisman, dipped a brush in cinnabar, and marked a red heart on it.
"Come, come, come, from now on, Second brother can hold this Ancestor Yiling talisman and love it. Whenever he wants to attend class, he can attend, for however long he wants."
"Not following the rules."
"What rules are there? Second brother not only can attend my class, but can also attend me~"
The intimate whispering was particularly enticing, and the mischievous fox spirit immediately led the aloof scholar into an illusion array. What the scholar didn't know was that the fox spirit deliberately chose the old scenery of Xuanwu Cave. Besides dealing with a demon, she also took the opportunity to resolve the regret of not bringing someone to justice on the spot in the past.
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