Chapter 449: Not Going
"My name is Saint Yulin, the teacher's only disciple!"
At the end of her words, Saint Yulin's face was radiant with pride.
As if being Ruoshui's disciple was the most incredible thing in the world.
And indeed, it was an incredible honor.
Ruoshui was a Ninth Rank, Fifth Grade Magician.
Across the entire Holy City Alliance, there were only a handful of professionals above Ninth Rank, Fifth Grade.
Not just anyone could become a disciple of a Ninth Rank powerhouse.
Although Li Meng hadn't held much expectation for Saint Yulin,
when he returned to the villa and sat down at the dining table,
he realized he had underestimated the anticipation in his heart.
In the villa's dining room, Li Meng and Saint Yulin sat at the table, staring at each other.
The huge table had only two large plates.
Each plate was piled with a mess of blackened, unappetizing food.
The mushy "delicacies" looked utterly unpalatable.
Not only did they look awful,
but they also emitted a strange smell.
Seeing Little Uncle's face full of disgust, Saint Yulin pouted slightly.
"Little Uncle, you can't be picky! It's ugly, sure, but it's edible! I learned this from the teacher; it's called 'One-Pot Stew!'"
One-Pot Stew?
Li Meng pictured a scene in his mind.
His Senior Sister cooking,
throwing all kinds of prepared ingredients into a pot to simmer.
But surely, the stew his Senior Sister made didn't look like this mess.
Li Meng sighed inwardly and reached toward Little Saint.
Little Saint took out a large plate from the storage space and handed it to Li Meng.
This scene caused a flash of surprise to cross Saint Yulin's eyes.
A summoned beast with spatial abilities?
Li Meng placed the plate on the table.
Then he pulled out a big handful of dried fish and placed them on the plate.
He pushed the plate slightly toward Saint Yulin.
After that, Li Meng picked up a piece of dried fish and started eating quietly.
Saint Yulin glanced at Little Uncle, then at the dried fish on the table.
She picked up her utensils and took a bite of the "One-Pot Stew."
The taste made her frown immediately.
She forced it down.
Then she obediently put down her utensils.
She picked up a piece of dried fish and took a bite.
One bite in, Saint Yulin's eyes lit up.
Oh my god, what was this flavor?
Saint Yulin stared at Little Uncle with astonishment and envy.
Little Uncle's snack turned out to be such a delicious treat.
One bite led to another; she simply couldn't stop.
From that day on, Saint Yulin never cooked again.
From that day on, Saint Yulin and Li Meng started living a two-person life on the island.
Although it was called a two-person life, Saint Yulin didn't actually spend much time on the lake island.
As a student of Dumb Lake Academy,
even as the Principal's disciple, she couldn't skip classes too often.
At least until she became one of the Inner Academy's Seven,
she couldn't miss the required courses.
Occasionally, she would visit the island to see Little Uncle,
and conveniently snag some dried fish.
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Another new day, and it was already morning.
The lake island remained as picturesque as ever.
From the shore, one could only see a towering ancient tree on the lake island.
Its lush canopy almost completely covered the island.
The merging of sky and water made for Dumb Lake Academy's most beautiful scenery.
On the sparkling surface of the lake, a streak of pure white appeared.
A water-blue figure was skating across the lake.
Wherever she passed, the water beneath instantly froze.
A frozen path formed across the surface of the lake.
The figure skating across the lake was none other than Saint Yulin.
Her graceful figure became a beautiful sight.
Drawing many astonished and envious gazes from the lakeside.
Not many students at the Academy had the privilege to go to the lake island.
Saint Yulin didn't land at the dock.
Instead, she landed a bit farther away.
She followed the small path along the shore toward the dock.
As she approached the dock, it was no surprise that she saw Little Uncle there.
Little Uncle was quite sentimental.
He had stayed in that same spot for nearly two months.
"Little Uncle!"
Saint Yulin was still wearing her water-blue short skirt.
Her waist-length hair swayed with her elegant steps.
Little Saint, waiting nearby, took out a small stool and placed it beside Li Meng.
Saint Yulin sat down without any hesitation.
She stretched her neck to peek into the fish basket.
Today's haul for Little Uncle looked good as usual.
Inside the basket, she could see a bunch of dark figures.
"Little Uncle, don't you get bored fishing every day?"
Looking at Little Uncle beside her, Saint Yulin's eyebrows curved into crescent moons.
After nearly two months of getting along, she liked Little Uncle more and more.
Although Little Uncle often liked to daydream,
and wasn't much of a talker,
he never gave off a cold, unapproachable vibe.
The little expressions that occasionally appeared on his face were also very cute.
"Nope!"
Besides fishing, Li Meng had no interest in anything else.
Mastering the world laws was a very meticulous task.
It required letting one's spirit wander, merging one's consciousness with the world itself.
Peeling layer by layer, slowly gaining control over the laws.
Thus, to outsiders, Li Meng always seemed to be daydreaming.
"Is fishing really that fun?"
Little Uncle spent every day fishing and nothing else.
This sparked a bit of curiosity in Saint Yulin about fishing as a pastime.
Li Meng turned his head and looked at Saint Yulin beside him.
"I have an extra fishing rod. Want to try?"
Saint Yulin shook her head.
"Forget it. I'd rather spend the time cultivating!"
Fishing was such a waste of time.
Professionals couldn't afford to waste time on such boring things.
Every bit of free time had to go into cultivation.
Those who wanted to reach the peak had to race against time.
"Little Uncle, you can't just think about fishing all day. For us professionals, cultivation is the most important thing!"
Even though she was just a little girl,
she spoke with a mature, serious tone.
Li Meng yawned.
He handed Saint Yulin a piece of dried fish.
Saint Yulin's eyebrows curved into happy crescents.
She happily took the dried fish from Little Uncle.
Li Meng also picked up a piece of dried fish and started eating.
"Cultivation is boring. I don't have the patience for it."
Hearing that, Saint Yulin rolled her eyes.
You have the patience to fish, but not to cultivate?
On the dock, the two sat side by side on their little stools,
snacking on dried fish and chatting casually.
"Little Uncle, the Academy's ranking tournament is about to start. Want to come watch?"
Dumb Lake Academy's ranking tournament was a personal competition held to select the Inner Academy's Seven.
The top ten would qualify to cultivate in the Inner Academy.
The top seven would be trained as official members of the Demon Hunting Group.
The other three would be backup members.
Since the Demon Hunting Group selection happened only once every five years,
participants couldn't be older than fifteen.
This way, the new Inner Academy members would have five years of training time.
"Not going!"
If he were still a goblin, he might be interested.
After all, girls fighting would probably be a delightful sight.
But now, his heart was as calm as still water.